<?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-1241260241893234346</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:38:50.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renee's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-6924924659156157956</id><published>2009-07-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:38:05.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Catholic Kids!!!! UMMM???</title><content type='html'>Okay well M &amp;amp; M3 have been going to Vacation Bible School this week.  The theme is very different from the other themes that we have seen at vacation bible school in the past.  In fact it is called 'Paul and the Underground Church', which has a old Roman theme to it.  Each day they have been coming home with a New Challenge they have to do, there are three choices and they chose one challenge to do that day at home.  Well my kids apparently have their own ideas about these challenges.  According to my husband he read the challenges to M and she had the following to say about each possible challenge he read, it kind of went like this according to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First possible challenge choice: Let someone else go ahead of you in line. They'll be amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M's response to this was " So I gotta let someone cut in front of me in line huh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second possible challenge choice: Give a family member the biggest piece of dessert. Suprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M's resonse to this was " Oh I don't think so, it ain't happenin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third possible challenge choice: Obey your mom or dad the first time they asky you to do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M's response to this was " Never gonna happen"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay I am not sure but I think she is not getting the meaning of the lessons.  Well M3 had this to say when I read the challenges to him and said he should do challenge number three which was listen to his Mom and Dad the first time he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Yeah like that is going to happen in this lifetime"...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so once again I don't really think my kids are getting the idea of the lessons at Vacation Bible School.  It is actually a little concerning, I though they were good little catholic kids, and they still are... I think! Oh the smart mouth responses and us having to deal with them as parents!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-6924924659156157956?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/6924924659156157956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=6924924659156157956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6924924659156157956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6924924659156157956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-catholic-kids-ummm.html' title='Good Catholic Kids!!!! UMMM???'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7449963017745348445</id><published>2009-07-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:01:00.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SlvxlqJafYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lFMIjltF6rs/s1600-h/Alice02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358141810958564738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SlvxlqJafYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lFMIjltF6rs/s320/Alice02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Slvxh6BRI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yvHUlRf5IuM/s1600-h/Cheshire01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358141746499888114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Slvxh6BRI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yvHUlRf5IuM/s320/Cheshire01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SlvxdcvHYCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pnm5cONsHKw/s1600-h/hathare.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358141669919645730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SlvxdcvHYCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pnm5cONsHKw/s320/hathare.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wow, it has been a long time since I wrote a blog entry.  I thought I would play catch up and give some information on how the family is doing.  M &amp;amp;M3 had a good school year, the first at their private school.  They enjoyed it, they were very happy to have the year end though, and why wouldn't they be excited.... the second week of June we had our first big Family Vacation!  We took a flight to Disney World in Florida and spent 8 days and 7 nights there.  It was great... HOT, but great.  We spent the first day at Hollywood Studios and realized right away we need to get there early and get fast passes, because we stood in line for a Buzz light year ride for a hour and a half!!  The kids were troopers really they were, we spent the next day at Animal Kingdom and also went back to visit it again later in the week and watched the Finding Nemo Musical show... amazing and well worth it.  It was great because Animal Kingdom had a wonderful parade.  Epcot was good too, it had this amazing ride called Soarin that made you feel that you were flying over parts of California and the Test track was amazing, making you feel that you were in a car that is taking its first trip around the track!! Let me tell you Epcot had an amazing Fireworks show, I teared up a little as my family watched the show.  My kids really had a good time and despite the heat they did really well.  Finally, we went to Magic Kingdom!! What an amazing place, this is where most of the rides were and the kids had such a great time here.  I was sick one of the days and had to stay in bed, I toughed it out the other days.  It was crazy how the rain came in so heavy, but wonderful when it did because it cooled things down so fast.  The kids meet Mickey, Goofy, Donald, Minnie, Lilo and Stitch, and Pluto along with Buzz Light Year and Woody.  We purchased them a autograph book and they got all the characters to sign them, it was a blast.  My husband and I are going to go back but we decided to go back in much cooler weather... perhaps March or October or November.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The in- laws went with us and it was great to have them along. I thought it was going to be to much for my father in law and that he would be gripping, but I really think he enjoyed it.  He went on the really cool rides with the kids, despite his body and back taking a beating on the rides.  My mother in law was great, I think she really enjoyed seeing her grandchildren having fun and being so incredibly excited.  Wow, this is so much that has gone on since the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well our summers are filled with Library, dollar movies, hanging out with Grandma and doing cool summer fun crafts.  Hope all is well with your summers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7449963017745348445?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7449963017745348445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7449963017745348445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7449963017745348445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7449963017745348445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SlvxlqJafYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lFMIjltF6rs/s72-c/Alice02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-5622421880229736583</id><published>2009-01-28T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:22:58.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE, UPDATE, UPDATE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-iS_s1dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GZkUToNCYC4/s1600-h/M%27s+troop+leaders.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296442658211550674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-iS_s1dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GZkUToNCYC4/s320/M%27s+troop+leaders.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-bCSMemI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Q7R_7Xn5VzU/s1600-h/m3+victory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296442533466634850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-bCSMemI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Q7R_7Xn5VzU/s320/m3+victory.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-UA7MqKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6DjTA65mC2c/s1600-h/M%26M3+7th+bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296442412842657954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-UA7MqKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6DjTA65mC2c/s320/M%26M3+7th+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-MoTBM6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9GQsA3oEz8s/s1600-h/Kasie+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296442285972599714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-MoTBM6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9GQsA3oEz8s/s320/Kasie+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay well it appears I have neglected my blog and I have been getting a lot of people (my sister in law Leslie) complaining about it. Well I thought since today was a horrible weather day I would give updates and post some pics. Well lets see our holidays were super, we were very blessed and it was hectic, but it worked out. The New Years was a great time as well. Grandma and Grandpa came and spent the night and we rang in the New Year all together. The kids have been doing well and had a difficult time returning to school. I of course am terrible because I still as of todays date have not put away my Christmas decorations, I know, I know shame on me! M and M3 have been doing well. M has been doing well in school as we were somewhat concerned she was not doing well, however she is doing great. We recently had M3's birthday and he turned a whopping 7 years old and of course this makes me very sad, however I am glad he had a great turn out for his party and it ran completely smooth and it was one of the best birthdays I think we have had. M recently had a bridging ceremony, what's this you say? Well this is when a Daisy girl scout crosses over to a Brownie girl scout. She is currently selling cookies if anyone is intrested. Each one is growing like crazy and it was very funny how M wanted a cell phone for X-mas because Mommy got a new one and so she wanted to know if she could have my old one. Funny I tell you, because of course there is no way at 8 years old she is going to have a cell phone. M recently left her softball team Texas Ice because she we are wanting to stick with more compeitive play and she has joined up with Batbusters 8 U team.... expect to be invited to tournaments family members... M3 is our basketball boy and he will finish his season next month and most likely take up golf if that is what he chooses. Let's see I think we have updated, updated, updated, you at this point. I make no promises as to when I write again, but here are some pics of my cuties. Oh by the way we added a new addition to our family, her name is Kasie. She is a beautiful greyhound that my husband got for Xmas this year. Love to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-5622421880229736583?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/5622421880229736583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=5622421880229736583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5622421880229736583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5622421880229736583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-update-update.html' title='UPDATE, UPDATE, UPDATE!!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SYC-iS_s1dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GZkUToNCYC4/s72-c/M%27s+troop+leaders.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3860918673515310603</id><published>2008-10-15T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:37:32.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival, over... until next year!</title><content type='html'>Well guys the Fall Festival  is over.  It was very overwhelming, I found it very difficult to get parents help, however the parents who did pitch in were great.  My assistant room parent helped out a great deal.  My sister in law was also wonderful because she came through and let our school use the stamps for face art... simple, stamp the kids face with the stamp and color it in.  I was not going to volunteer again, and I still don't know because it was so chaotic, however I love my kids and most likely I will participate next year in the festival.  I am so sore from walking all over the place on Saturday and exhausted.  But it was for a good cause so you have to give it up for a poor soul... as my mother in law always says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-3860918673515310603?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/3860918673515310603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=3860918673515310603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3860918673515310603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3860918673515310603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-festival-over-until-next-year.html' title='Fall Festival, over... until next year!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-5128366428729529510</id><published>2008-09-17T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:47:40.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be Crazy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SNGWK2BKH2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qla7FVtcUcc/s1600-h/samp0488aea242852efe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247140153906569058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SNGWK2BKH2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qla7FVtcUcc/s320/samp0488aea242852efe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the only thing I can do is claim temporary insanity, I mean really.  I don't know what came over me, but here we are and somehow I volunteered to be the 2nd grades room parent!  I know, I know, me a room parent.  I think I will do okay.  I have to get over the biggest hurdle which is the fall festival.  Of course I have some help, which is the assistant room parent and this has taken a little load off.  However, did I mention I am also on the Fall Festival committee and am helping with this years book nook and also working full time.  I know women have done it before, but not to long ago I got sick because of stress and so I think back on this with some concern.  Oh well, I want to be involved in my childrens education and also get to know parents so I guess this will defiantely help me in this aspect.  To all of my fellow women out there, wish me luck and say lots of prayers... I am bound to need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-5128366428729529510?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/5128366428729529510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=5128366428729529510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5128366428729529510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5128366428729529510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-must-be-crazy_17.html' title='I must be Crazy!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SNGWK2BKH2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qla7FVtcUcc/s72-c/samp0488aea242852efe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-8662064550002589649</id><published>2008-08-31T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:50:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Flags, More Fun... Six Flags!!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a great family day.  We had decided that because we could not make it to Sea World this weekend like we had planned we would take M and M3 to Six Flags.  It was great.  First I found tickets on Craigslist for $20 a piece and meal vouchers for $5 a piece, this was great because we spent less then we though we were going to spend.  The kids loved it.  First stop, Judge Roy Scream, not so bad... or so I thought.  You see I do good once I get up there and then I am a pile of nothing.  It is by all means one of the smallest roller coasters and I was shaking after I got off it, of course M loved it... she is a daredevil I think.  M3 liked it or so he attempted to make us think he was okay, he really like the looney tunes kids area and really preferred their roller coaster.  We indulged a little and purchased the flash pass, which was great because it keep us from standing in line for nearly half an hour for rides.  The most we waited was probably 5 minutes at most.  M loved the Superman ride and her and Daddy rode this ride 3 times and she loved it.  I loved the Aquaman and it was just like old times were we all stood on the bridge and got completely soaked.... good times, good times.  M3 favorite ride was the Coal Mine roller coaster and the Tony Hawk ride, he absolutely loved that ride, even thought he was scarred of pretty much all the other ones.  I think it was because he couldn't let Tony down and think he was a scaredy cat.  He hung tough tough and by the end of the day we were so physically exhausted that M and M3 passed out like a flash that night and Mommy and Daddy did too.  Great family day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-8662064550002589649?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/8662064550002589649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=8662064550002589649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8662064550002589649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8662064550002589649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-flags-more-fun-six-flags.html' title='More Flags, More Fun... Six Flags!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3934894799674451144</id><published>2008-08-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:07:04.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days, School Days, Dear Old Golden Rule Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1u5eaOtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w7aes4NGT_g/s1600-h/P1520848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012083845708498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1u5eaOtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w7aes4NGT_g/s320/P1520848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1j-GOWpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TK9GJCsyXnE/s1600-h/P1520854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239011896107883154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1j-GOWpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TK9GJCsyXnE/s320/P1520854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1Xs5h18I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QWs1ekxxWfM/s1600-h/P1520873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239011685332801474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1Xs5h18I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QWs1ekxxWfM/s320/P1520873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1KSzgs3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qM4_NHbyodo/s1600-h/P1520870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239011454989939570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1KSzgs3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qM4_NHbyodo/s320/P1520870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS0OnbDh5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pWn32ArXVi0/s1600-h/P1520851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239010429732358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS0OnbDh5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pWn32ArXVi0/s320/P1520851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLSz3i7G_mI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A6QEr_RvBKs/s1600-h/P1520847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239010033387634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLSz3i7G_mI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A6QEr_RvBKs/s320/P1520847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLSzacWtmQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rFHqfXw3uJs/s1600-h/P1520846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239009533408155906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLSzacWtmQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rFHqfXw3uJs/s320/P1520846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Days, yes there back and in full swing.  M and M3 got off to school the first day with a great start, no so much the second week though, but that is because cool uniforms and excitement wore off after the first week and actual school work set in.  However, they seem to be having fun and learning lots.  I didn't think I was going to get emotional but of course I was wrong and I was shedding a tear or two, which is weird because M3 he is going into 1st and M is going into 2nd, I have been through this... but needless to say something about school uniforms and a new school apparently brings out the blubbering in Mommy.  They have been pretty good so far, we realized today that we will have to leave the house sooner then 7:30am because of the public school that has just started the other day.  Bummer, some rushing.  Oh well such is life.  Well just thought I would show my pics of my beautiful babies.  Yes, they will always be "my babies".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-3934894799674451144?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/3934894799674451144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=3934894799674451144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3934894799674451144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3934894799674451144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-days-school-days-dear-old-golden.html' title='School Days, School Days, Dear Old Golden Rule Days!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SLS1u5eaOtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w7aes4NGT_g/s72-c/P1520848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7458358805798828509</id><published>2008-07-23T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:30:03.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>I don't think we cherish the "Ahhh Moments" in our life enough.  What makes me say this, well my son said something to me the other day and while on the verge of tears I thought to myself that this moment will pass just as quickly as it comes and so I have to remember it, because it was an "Ahhh Moment" and there have been these moments in every mothers life that we simple don't cherish them as much as we should.  So the other day the boy gets out of the shower and I am helping him get ready for bed and into pajamas when he says to me and I quote " Mommy, can I tell you somethin".  I just want to tell you this is how he begins over half of his conversations with me.  I of course said "yes, baby" and he precedes to say " I wish I could stay little like this forever so I can always be your baby boy", okay as I am sitting here with my eyes welling up even now, I realize this is an "Ahhh Moment" and what do you do with this?  Well, its pretty much a no brainer, you look into the boys eyes and say, much as I did the other day " But sweetie, you'll always, always be my baby boy" and then he smiles gives me a hug and left the room and a single tear fell down my cheek.  Yes, its these moments I cherish because I realize just as quickly as they come, the go so fast too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7458358805798828509?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7458358805798828509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7458358805798828509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7458358805798828509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7458358805798828509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhh-moments.html' title='AHHH MOMENTS'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-439235047609590942</id><published>2008-06-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:23:53.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God, It starts sooner then I thought!!! HELP.</title><content type='html'>Okay so some may know M and MG3 will be going to private school this year.  Well I have eagerly awaiting the packet of information from their new school to give details regarding books for them to be reading during the summer time, etc.  Well I got the information in today, and apparently school starts sooner then I thought.  According to the FW ISD schools starts on Aug 25th, well not there school Parent registration is August 16th and school starts August 18th, on a Monday.  Okay I can not stress to you the fact that I am a tad scared that this next school year will be fast approaching, super fast apparently.  I need to purchase uniforms, get school supplies, pay home and school dues, and make sure that they have read their recommended reading list, because M is going to be tested on 4 different books the first two weeks of school. I so don't know how I am going to do it, but I guess I am going to have to figure it out.  Wish me luck, lots of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-439235047609590942?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/439235047609590942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=439235047609590942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/439235047609590942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/439235047609590942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-god-it-starts-sooner-then-i.html' title='Oh My God, It starts sooner then I thought!!! HELP.'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-4921858703399904145</id><published>2008-06-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:42:50.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag, Nag, Nag</title><content type='html'>So tonight I decided to read my sister in laws blogs, and what do I find on one of them.  She talks about how there are three women not having enought time to blog, blah, blah, blah.  So to her I say Nag, Nag, Nag.... and don't tell me I am not one of those women your are talking about, because I know I am!!!  However, we need to remember one thing.  I constantly organize and multi task at work and home, and I am sick by goodness... I may not look it but physical exhaustion often sets in by the end of my day. So if I don't blog in a while then we need to cut some slack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a more pleasant note.  I am able to get my pic line out of my arm on Thursday, yeah.. I will no longer have a big wire hanging from my arm and a bag to carry.  Ahhh the bag, I will miss this bag.  M&amp;amp;M3 are doing well.  They will start private school next year and are excited in some ways, however we will see how long this lasts.. I told my daughter M that a summer reading list was going to be sent out for her to read several books over the summer.  It was very funny the look on her face.  It was almost a "Go to Hell" look, oh you know your kids give them to you too.  Well she said in a not so happy voice "okay".  M3 asked about his list, in which I told him he had one as well.  He was very happy.  He reads very well for his age.  M recently got onto a select softball team, however it is such an incredible drive out there that honestly I am like "maybe not" but she is having fun so that is what stops me.  Well for now I will close and remember to all, there are times I don't have time or are simply full of exhaustion to write on my blog, its not that crucial!  Well I mean to some, I understand, I will try better is all I can say... this is what alcoholics say when they are trying to stop drinking "I will try better".  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-4921858703399904145?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/4921858703399904145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=4921858703399904145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/4921858703399904145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/4921858703399904145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/06/nag-nag-nag.html' title='Nag, Nag, Nag'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-2966222508726535341</id><published>2008-05-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:58:19.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Faith, Prayer and The Big Guy in the Sky Himself</title><content type='html'>So the title pretty much says it all.  I went into the hospital a couple of days ago and was admitted with what they say was MRSA, which is a super duper staph infection that had developed from a mere pimple on my lip.  By the end of the weekend my lip had grown to what seemed like three times its size and had went down into my chin and through my neck.  I was in such pain I was praying to God to do anything to help me relieve the pain I was in, and so I look at my hospital stay like this..... I was admitted because he probably knew it wasn't getting better by oral medications at home.  It was funny I had been poked so many times by the time I  had been told that my vein had closed up in my IV and I had to have another placed in my hand, mind you I was told this as I was eating dinner, the nurse told me she would be back to change the IV and left the room.  I looked up at the ceiling and said, and yes I was directing it God, "Seriously, come on Seriously?"  Then I proceeded to look down at my plate and I said "okay, okay" because what did I need to be gripping at anyways?  He had done everything I wanted to be done, I was getting better and feeling a lot better and my pain was pretty much gone, with the exception of the pokes from the needles, but I think that is something I could put up with if he had sent me the help that he did.  Yes, the power of Faith, Prayer and a lot of help from the Big Guy in the Sky is a wonderful thing.  I thank him that I got help when I did, I am not saying I am out of the woods yet..... however I am on the mend and that is a good feeling to have.  But the fact that my prayers were answered and I am progressively getting better.  Thanks to faith, prayer and God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-2966222508726535341?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/2966222508726535341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=2966222508726535341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2966222508726535341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2966222508726535341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-of-faith-prayer-and-big-guy-in.html' title='The Power of Faith, Prayer and The Big Guy in the Sky Himself'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-8812036442466965666</id><published>2008-05-08T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:02:57.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired of it all!</title><content type='html'>Okay so this email is going to sound pretty depressing and to tell you the truth there is a reason for it.  I now have a bacterial infection on my lip.  It originally looked like a pimple that bust, and then spread to my lip.... I went to my doctor and he placed me on anti viral medications becuase he thought is was viral at first, but then it got worse.  Now my lip is swollen and my chin through my jaw and under my chin.  It is incredibly terrible, I am in so much pain I can barely stand it.  I was given an injection to hit my system quickly and then given an antibiotic for 7 days in hopes to decrease swelling.  If the swelling does not decrease in a 48 hour period of time then I am to let my doctor know and we will discuss antibiotics via IV... yeah this is fun to hear. Really I don't know how much more I can take, but I guess the big guy in the sky is pretty aware of how much more I am able to take.  Well thank you so much for letting me vent to all of you and thank you for prayers I have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neebie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-8812036442466965666?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/8812036442466965666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=8812036442466965666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8812036442466965666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8812036442466965666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-tired-of-it-all.html' title='I am tired of it all!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-5087551949505231660</id><published>2008-05-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:27:58.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Full First Communion Mode, Watch Out!</title><content type='html'>Yes call me crazy, yes call me overly being prepared, yes call me anything else but guess what I can't help it!! I have realized I have entered into First Communion mode. Yes first communion where young boys and girls in the second grade receive communion for the first time. Its a big deal, don't let anyone tell you its not. But what I have realized is that my daughter will be making her first communion next year! Okay this kid is growing up to fast and it was only yesterday I can remember changing diapers. So I say I am in full mode, well I am not joking with you. I have things in "My Favorites" saved for next year to include dress styles, souveniors, cakes, and portraits..... I know, I know, I totally agree with you its crazy. But hey this only happens once. Oh yes I said "dresses" when we went to mass this evening the boys and girls were receiving their first communion tonight and so M got to see all the girls dressed in their pretty dresses. When daddy told her that mommy and her would shop next year for a pretty dress for her she looked at him and "rolled her eyes" yes that's what she did, not overly as enthusiastic as mommy is. But I am trying to get ready now so I have an idea of what I want her special day to look like. At least this is what I tell myself everyday as I am looking on the websites for dresses, invitations, cakes, shoes, veils, etc. etc. etc. HELP!!! I can't stop, and guess what M3 the boy will make his First Communion the year after his sister so that means looking at nice suits and pictures and cakes..etc.etc.  Like I said HELP!!! I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neebie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-5087551949505231660?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/5087551949505231660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=5087551949505231660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5087551949505231660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5087551949505231660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-full-first-communion-mode-watch-out.html' title='In Full First Communion Mode, Watch Out!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-6416588374484422187</id><published>2008-04-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:41:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady of Victory, Here comes the Gori Kids!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SA6seic7yWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rw6oe4qY-ao/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192277061048977762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SA6seic7yWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rw6oe4qY-ao/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will tell you that right off the bat my sister in law really made me think over the past month about my kids education. I have noticed for sometime that our daughter M has had great difficulty going to school, it also appears to us that her teacher is really or at least it seems is really picking on her. My sister in law Leslie mentioned how her twin boys had gotten into a charter school. From what I understand it is really cool, yeah boys! My husband and I began to think that maybe another school would help our kids. Me and my husband had talked about private school for our kids one day in the future,  before we got married and we thought we would really look into it now while there both young. So we began our search we decided on one school that we both liked, and let me tell you we both researched it too. Yesterday, M and MG3 took their "placement" tests and we found out today that they were accepted into Our Lady of Victory Catholic School. We are very excited and the kids are excited as well. Our family is very supportive and has been excited for us and that is nice to know. So goes the years of paying for tuition, uniforms, books, etc, etc, etc. and I know there is going to be etc. I am just very happy because on an academic scale this school seems like it really will help them and make them grow mentally. I also think the smaller class setting will help them to get more attention in things they may need help with. Well I am sorry, I had to brag a little bit, so many thanks to family for encouraging words and support, especially my sister in law who made me think about my kids education a little more. The big guy in the sky for making all of it happen. So I say again "Our Lady of Victory, Here comes the Gori Kids" Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neebie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-6416588374484422187?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/6416588374484422187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=6416588374484422187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6416588374484422187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6416588374484422187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-lady-of-victory-here-comes-gori.html' title='Our Lady of Victory, Here comes the Gori Kids!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/SA6seic7yWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rw6oe4qY-ao/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3620251797416815111</id><published>2008-04-14T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:50:03.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!</title><content type='html'>Bell's Palsy.  Ever heard of it, I hadn't either until I got it.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME!  I thought I was having a stroke, because by the end of the night I was not able to move my right side of my face.  It really is terrible to tell you the truth.  My eye does not shut, I can't move my right side of my face and in some ways I do feel like a stoke victim.  So I say "Are you kidding me"?  The good thing is I didn't have a stroke, thank God.  I thank him because it could be a lot worse, although "Big guy in the sky, its getting pretty annoying right now"  However, I have been taught that it is in fact a humbling experience.  I have more identification with people who have disabilities and the difficulties they face.  The thing is I am having to relearn things in my short time of having this condition... forgot to mention its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permanent, although it feels like it will never end.  I have had to learn that talking and doing things in excess only fatigues me more.  So in every way it has definately humbled me.  We won't even go into me eating and food dropping on me.  But all I can say is in my heart I keep telling myself "I will prevail" and in my mind I am saying this is crummy, but it could be worse.  Thanks for listening to me vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-3620251797416815111?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/3620251797416815111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=3620251797416815111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3620251797416815111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3620251797416815111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7971294215460328668</id><published>2008-04-14T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:40:31.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7971294215460328668?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7971294215460328668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7971294215460328668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7971294215460328668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7971294215460328668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-782259507332889505</id><published>2008-02-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:01:17.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Exhausted!!</title><content type='html'>Well you can probably tell by the below posting that I am a little tired.  I recently started my new job and the work I am doing has been overwhelming to say the least.  I have had to review files and make so many appointments and exhaustion has set in.  I don't remember feeling this tired in a long while and oh my gosh.... yesterday I had to go pick up my daughter from home across town, then take her to softball practice clear across town the other way.  My poor baby had to do homework in the car, and of course my son wanted to tag along and I let him and he did his homework at the softball field.  I then proceed to dash home after practice and get them both in showers and ready for bed.  I went to the bed and before I know it my eyes are closed and I am in sleep mode.  ahhhhhh parenthood and working parents.  I have now entered this realm.  Tata for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-782259507332889505?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/782259507332889505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=782259507332889505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/782259507332889505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/782259507332889505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-exhausted.html' title='Still Exhausted!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3726352426239552373</id><published>2008-02-05T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:51:20.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this speaks for itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdnll.i.imagechef.com/ic/images/stencil-imagechef3.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="lt" width="240" height="194" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myVar1=http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/080205/sampbd918dbf447438fe.jpg" nopanel="tru" name="imagechef" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdnll.i.imagechef.com/ic/images/video-box-c.gif" alt="personalized greetings" width="240" height="25" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDIyNzcwNzYwMzEmcD*xMTkzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-3726352426239552373?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/3726352426239552373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=3726352426239552373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3726352426239552373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3726352426239552373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-this-speaks-for-itself.html' title='I think this speaks for itself'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7045035330622078709</id><published>2008-01-25T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:26:14.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Karen!</title><content type='html'>My sister in law Karen had this posted on her blog and I think it is cool whenever I get them in my emails so I decided to cut and paste and answer the questions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I was named after a little boy that used to carry my mother's books home for her in grade school, she had a crush on him... no lie!&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Okay it is going to sound really corny, but I was just watching a football movie and it made me shed some tears.&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? not really&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? I enjoy turkey breast and ham, but it has to be ham that you have during thanksgiving or Christmas not the deli sliced ham in stores&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yes I have two a boy and a girl&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes but I could probably easily get on my own nerves.&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM? every chance the opportunity presents itself I do.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes sure do&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? A big part of me would love to but my inner chicken would probably not let me&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? I usually like the clasics like Lucky Charms and Cookie Crisp and Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Yes sure do.&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG? Yes, in my own way and I think people in general are strong people in their own ways as well.&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Favorite, like all of them!&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? The level of irritation that I feel talking to them, if I get irritated easily by them this is what I notice.&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Pink&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I really don't like my weight.&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My mother&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Not really&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? No shoes, Navy blue atheltic pants with green strip down side.&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A bowl of cheerios with cut up bananas&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The oh so gentle hum of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Probably black&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? My husband, my son and my daughter have the same smell of oatmeal, its basically a pure natural smell that I love and the smell of Calla Lillies&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My friend&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Well I actually took it from my sister in laws blog, so I guess I like her.&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? softball, hockey, football, gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Dark, Dark brown, almost boarding black at times.&lt;br /&gt; 28. EYE COLOR? brown&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no&lt;br /&gt;30 FAVORITE FOOD? Italian food and Menudo ( you had to be brought up with this one)&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings, but sometimes I wish I could watch scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Game Plan and Evan Almighty&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Light green&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Neither, I like Spring&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? I love both actually.&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Ice Cream and Coconut Cream Pie&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ???&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? None, its really hard for me to find a good book... I am very particular on the books I choose to read.&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Ace of Cakes&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? M and M3 laughing, its hilarious, and my husbands voice.&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Western Carribean and New York&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can be a good listener and I crack jokes a lot.&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Texas&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Anyone who will answer it really&lt;br /&gt;48. IF YOU COULD HAVE (OR HAVE HAD) ANY PROFESSION, WHAT WOULD IT BE? The profession of hanging at home and not working or the other one would be what I do for a living now, counsel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7045035330622078709?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7045035330622078709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7045035330622078709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7045035330622078709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7045035330622078709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-karen.html' title='Thanks Karen!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7522577665006735074</id><published>2008-01-25T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:59:53.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long!</title><content type='html'>Well hello to all.  Let's see what has happened?  Well my sister in law got me into this whole blogging thing and when her computer died I kind of stopped blogging.  It's terrible I know sorry.  Well my other sister in law continues so I am attempting to start it up again and finish what I started.  So what's been going on with me.  Well I finished up my internship and then have recently been hired on by the company that I was interning for.  This is really great news and I am very happy about it.  I will start work next Friday, which is great.  I work for one day then I get the weekend, yippy!  My son recently turned 6 and of course like always he thinks he is big man on campus and we have to bring him down to earth a lot of times.  This is okay with me he is still adorable.  His sister is doing well and we are in full swing of softball, she is doing pretty good, but we need to work more with her at home and sometimes that is hard for me to do with everything else going on.  My husband is great and wonderful and is one of the coaches on her softball team so she gets to see daddy and that is great for her.  I am very excited about working in the field in which I hold my degree in.  I am hoping it will go well and I will get things taken care of right away, but we will see.  So far this is the only things that have been going on in my home, nothing big or major and we have been truly blessed.  Well for now toodles.  Yes, I used the word toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7522577665006735074?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7522577665006735074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7522577665006735074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7522577665006735074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7522577665006735074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-6081033499399581806</id><published>2007-12-17T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:46:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R2bQeHwKXdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gHWx8FplPdw/s1600-h/samp60d6c98054f011c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145028840213077458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R2bQeHwKXdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gHWx8FplPdw/s320/samp60d6c98054f011c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well Hello to all, it has definately been a while since I last wrote something in my blog, sorry about that.  Well all is going really well.  I had a packed weekend. I graduated from College with my Masters degree, my wonderful husband planned a wonderful party with family and friends on Sunday.  Sunday morning we went to my daughters Christmas pageant at church, she was an angel in the pageant... so cute!  My niece was adorable as well, she played a sheep in the play because the halo she was wearing to be a angel was bothering her head, therefore they made her a sheep.  She did really good and was very cute.  This past weekend was really hectic.  I have been doing pretty well maintaining my diabetes and I am proud of myself regarding this.  Lets see, hubby and kids are doing really well and are gearing themselves up for Christmas.  Okay Mom is gearing herself up as well.  I found one of my daughters Christmas gifts by chance at the store, the angels were shinning their heavenly light upon me when I found it because I had been there at the store thirty minutes before and they didn't have what I wanted and I was told there would not be anymore shipped.  I went back on a hunch and sure enought I turned the corner of the aisle when one of the employees was putting it on the shelf.  I grabbed it up right away.  Shopping is nearly complete, thank goodness.  Still a couple of people to shop for but you know how those things work out.  Well to all it was nice writing things down.  I hope to write you guys soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-6081033499399581806?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/6081033499399581806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=6081033499399581806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6081033499399581806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6081033499399581806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R2bQeHwKXdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gHWx8FplPdw/s72-c/samp60d6c98054f011c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-2260640811604066789</id><published>2007-11-26T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:32:24.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0uroaPZWfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2C4ccoE5Ro/s1600-h/7626-16_XL_809b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137388510673197554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0uroaPZWfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2C4ccoE5Ro/s320/7626-16_XL_809b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this blog because of my sister in law really. But I thougth of it as an opportunity to write down my thoughts, feelings, share my life and my families life, etc. Today is not different, I am going to do exactly what I meant this blog to be about, and that is my feelings and thoughts expressed in blog form, its therapeutic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the first time in a long time I have had a reality check I would say. I am a diabetic and have been one for nearly six years now, however I am one of the worlds worst diabetics ever! Let me just come clean right here, I don't check my sugars and I don't take my medicine. I think what I have been trying to do is run away from the fact that I have this disease. I think it probably has caught up with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently went to my womans doctor who took a test called the A1C test, something that diabetics are supposed to get every 6 months to show how one's blood sugar levels have been maintaining over an average of three months. The score you want is a 6.0 or below, well mine was a 11.6! I used the accu chek system online which tells me that my blood sugars have been at least in the well over 300 range for the past several months. When I went to get the test done my fasting blood sugar that morning was 301.... that was fasting! Without anything in me at all! Today my doctor answered my questions pretty straight forward, one question was would you be suprised if the referring doctor put me on insulin? Her reply was "No I wouldn't be suprised". Let's hope not. I have to go to a referring physician so they can help me get control of this. I have been told to expect my life in dialysis or worse if I don't buckle down now and get control of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have to say I am probably the most scarred than I have ever been in my life, and its also because as much as I want to get things under control, I am scarred I won't. Even though, yes I want to be here for my kids and even though I saw my mother die from complications of diabetes. I am scarred I will faulter somewhere and not make the commitment. I have tried in the past and not succeeded. I guess now its about prayer, hope, taking the time to wake up, and getting it done. I don't want lectures, I have already had them and I imagine next week I will get more from the doctor. I just want well wishes that I can succeed this time, because to tell you the truth I do want to be there for my kids weddings, the birth of their children, and their lives, I am just scarred right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-2260640811604066789?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/2260640811604066789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=2260640811604066789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2260640811604066789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2260640811604066789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-to-wake-up.html' title='Time to Wake Up!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0uroaPZWfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2C4ccoE5Ro/s72-c/7626-16_XL_809b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7941252338961873701</id><published>2007-11-21T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:29:15.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0URlqPZWdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y7Gr5aI1hQA/s1600-h/Pumpkin%2520Pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135530288777615826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0URlqPZWdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y7Gr5aI1hQA/s320/Pumpkin%2520Pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well tomorrow is Turkey Day/Thanksgiving.  I am steadily baking away on the only day I really do cooking.  It has become a tradition to have Thankgiving at our house.  Of course there's always someone who can't make it, because you know people have other family to visit, like if you are visiting your spouses family for the holiday that year, etc.  But we will usually have it at our house.  This year is no different.  I am really excited because my sister in law who moved back from Georgia several months ago is going to be at our house for Thanksgiving this year.  It is her year to visit her family and my kiddos are really excited about their cousins coming to see them and spending the day with all of us.  Unfortunately my sister will not be able to join us and I am sad, but I will see her soon I am sure.  Well back to thanksgiving, I break out the china and fancy utensils, I cook the turkey and the green bean caserole... because quite honestly I make it the best and I cook the pies.  I have to make an extra one every year, because it is a rule according to my sister that she gets her own pie!  My sister is a little spoiled, but I know she thinks the same about me.hehe.  So I am right now slaving away on making three pumpkin pies, trying to find a pecan pie, because I did not get one soon enough and my sister in law will kill me, and trying to cook chocolate pies for my son and husband and of course the family.  AHHHH yes the holidays, it is incredibly hectic but I would not change it for the world.  I absoloutely love spending time with my family and friends around the holiday season and I love the one time of the year that I actually cook.  To all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7941252338961873701?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7941252338961873701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7941252338961873701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7941252338961873701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7941252338961873701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0URlqPZWdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y7Gr5aI1hQA/s72-c/Pumpkin%2520Pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-281646370568625535</id><published>2007-11-18T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:12:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up Player</title><content type='html'>So the other day my daughter was asked to be a pick up player for another team.  She played 5 games of softball yesterday ladies and gentlemen, and lets just say she was exhausted, because then she had to have practice today as well.  She did really well and we were proud of her.  In case you guys don't know what a pick up player is, it is when you are on another team or not on a team at all and you are not in that weeks tournament or games, etc and another team does not have enough players and asks you to be a pick up player for them.  M held her own and we were really happy, poor girl doesn't realize she has another practice on Tuesday.  Talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0D-PaPZWcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tc1otJTszVQ/s1600-h/AR10-SOFTBALL-02-RQ_T.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134383115897756098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0D-PaPZWcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tc1otJTszVQ/s320/AR10-SOFTBALL-02-RQ_T.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-281646370568625535?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/281646370568625535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=281646370568625535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/281646370568625535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/281646370568625535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/11/pick-up-player.html' title='Pick Up Player'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/R0D-PaPZWcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tc1otJTszVQ/s72-c/AR10-SOFTBALL-02-RQ_T.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-767068972573198694</id><published>2007-11-12T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:42:58.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Merry Christmas it would be!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RzjVvgTlurI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mQAkqdFABgc/s1600-h/samp0905b23c52856055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132086787491347122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RzjVvgTlurI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mQAkqdFABgc/s320/samp0905b23c52856055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello to all family and friends.  Well today I had my interview with the state.  Friday the area manager at the place I have been interning at asked if I would like to interview this Monday.  Well lets see the interview was different rather than giving me the interview she simply handed me the questions and basically said if I answered them correctly than she would hire me.  I have been told it is simly a formality..... however, I have not acted like I have this job, so don't worry.  But I do know that there are plenty people here at this office that are rooting for me.  Oh what a Merry Christmas it would be if I get the job!!!!  So say prayers because all in all it was a great interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-767068972573198694?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/767068972573198694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=767068972573198694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/767068972573198694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/767068972573198694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-merry-christmas-it-would-be.html' title='What a Merry Christmas it would be!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RzjVvgTlurI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mQAkqdFABgc/s72-c/samp0905b23c52856055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-6151025661010099286</id><published>2007-11-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:56:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins!</title><content type='html'>Last night my husband and I had to go to the store to do some shopping, so I asked him to turn the radio on to a light rock station and what do I hear......... Christmas music!  Yes, Christmas music.  Needless to say I think it is way to early, but it does get me in the spirit of Thanksgiving and Christmas festivities.  I am really excited about the holidays.  In some ways it is a sad time for me, I lost my mother the day after Christmas about 11 years ago and I believe this year will be 12 years since she passed away.  But with all that I really enjoy the holidays around this time.  I like decorating and I really enjoy the time we spend with family and friends.  So I say "Bring It", "Bring on the Christmas Music"!  I am so ready to start planning different things.  I think I will start a tradition to make Christmas lists for the kids on Thanksgiving day.  This should be fun.  Until Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-6151025661010099286?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/6151025661010099286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=6151025661010099286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6151025661010099286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6151025661010099286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-8343605777522589316</id><published>2007-11-05T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:56:52.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough!</title><content type='html'>Okay well the title says it all for me... I have decided that I no longer can continue with the cute weekly thing where Monday is Mayhem Monday and Tuesday is Time Travel Tuesday, etc.  I just simply can't do it anymore.  And for my sister in law who will eventually read this, it is great, really it is I wish I could be more discplined to stick with it, but it is really proving difficult for me.  I initially began the blog because I thought it would be really neat and a way to let me writing come out and just vent at time, and I find myself not completing this.  So I am just going to write and if I happen to participate in the weekly stuff its because by the grace of God I was able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well here it goes my ramblings for the day:  It is one heck of a Monday and the weekend has been no better.  MII and I basically told the coach of M's softball team that if things did not get resolved with another parent who was causing problems for the team, then we were going to leave the team that day. Needless to say he would have lost a coach and a player.  We decided to stay with the team and work things out and so far this next coming week is our first tournament.  We are really excited and can't wait.  Our girls will proably have a hard time because its their first tournament and in all they may lose the tournament, but hey at least they get the experience.  Well for now I close... need to eat lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-8343605777522589316?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/8343605777522589316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=8343605777522589316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8343605777522589316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8343605777522589316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/11/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-5123946206355440645</id><published>2007-10-30T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:44:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RygjVfG1VII/AAAAAAAAAD4/usfYycG1DW0/s1600-h/timetravelers.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127387027795694722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RygjVfG1VII/AAAAAAAAAD4/usfYycG1DW0/s320/timetravelers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well tomorrow is Halloween and today is time travel Tuesday (sort of, I am a little late and trying to play catch up).  So my time Travel Tuesday has to do with my children and their first Halloween all together with their cousin C.  Well what we did was dress the kiddos up as little puppies.  They each had on black sweats and they each had on a little cap with doggie ears, we painted their faces and it was so cute.  It is one of the halloween's I remember the most.  We used to try to dress them up like that for Halloween, but then they grew up a little bit and started to want to do their own thing.  Ahhhhhh, memories of the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-5123946206355440645?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/5123946206355440645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=5123946206355440645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5123946206355440645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5123946206355440645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-travel-tuesday.html' title='Time Travel Tuesday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RygjVfG1VII/AAAAAAAAAD4/usfYycG1DW0/s72-c/timetravelers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-432205438481448007</id><published>2007-10-25T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:05:34.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RyFLXfG1VHI/AAAAAAAAADw/sGesTX6TktY/s1600-h/thankful%2Bthurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125460717783569522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RyFLXfG1VHI/AAAAAAAAADw/sGesTX6TktY/s320/thankful%2Bthurs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today is Thursday. Therefore it is also known as Thankful Thursday. I am thankful for many things, as I have always said. Right now I am thankful I have passed all parts of my comprehensive exams to receive my masters in December. I found out the other day. I paused as soon as I read it and cried! My son came in and asked me what was wrong and I told him I passed my test.... he was so happy and gave me a hug and said he was so proud of me..."Yeah, momma you passed your very first test", actually I didn't have the heart to tell him this was not my first test. I told him I was crying happy tears. I am thankful for such a wonderful family who gave me a hug as soon as they heard. I am thankful that I have accomplished what I set out to do. I am thankful that through it all, I know that a force has been guiding me, God yes without a doubt , but also the wonderful presence of my Mom pushing me to complete it, what a wonderful lady, in a lot of ways I couldn't have done this without knowing that she wanted her kids to get an education to be the best they could. I miss that woman, I will till the day I take my last breath. I am thankful I had her in my life for the time she was given to me and my siblings and I am thankful that M2 and her had become close and that she got to know him. Yep, thankful thursday, I am thankful for my mom and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of  Elphba (a.ka. Wicked Witch of West in Wicked) "I'm Defying Gravity"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-432205438481448007?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/432205438481448007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=432205438481448007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/432205438481448007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/432205438481448007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/thankful-thursday_25.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RyFLXfG1VHI/AAAAAAAAADw/sGesTX6TktY/s72-c/thankful%2Bthurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-8884531477113732623</id><published>2007-10-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:15:46.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RyDNiPG1VGI/AAAAAAAAADo/EhBE_dZA2iA/s1600-h/100%2Bsideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125322364002063458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RyDNiPG1VGI/AAAAAAAAADo/EhBE_dZA2iA/s320/100%2Bsideways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the word today is Digress.   Digress means to turn aside, especially from the main subject in writing or speaking; to stray.  I have found that I can do this a lot.  I mean what happens is I begin speaking and then all of a sudden there is a pause.  People look at me kind of weird and I am struggling to remember what I was talking about, weird and peculiar!  However, I think I know what is going on.  I don’t think its digression, or maybe it is, how about another word for digression… also known as adult ADD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-8884531477113732623?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/8884531477113732623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=8884531477113732623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8884531477113732623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8884531477113732623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/digress.html' title='Digress'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RyDNiPG1VGI/AAAAAAAAADo/EhBE_dZA2iA/s72-c/100%2Bsideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-5070240767686176016</id><published>2007-10-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:53:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9okMvgtOI/AAAAAAAAADg/14Z6rW5Yccw/s1600-h/100%2Bsideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124929872075994338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9okMvgtOI/AAAAAAAAADg/14Z6rW5Yccw/s320/100%2Bsideways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently the word of the day is “words”, well let’s see I tend to like words. &lt;br /&gt;Words are one thing that has such an incredible impact on people. They can be charming, soft spoken, spoken to harsh, they can be mean, hurtful, and they can be funny.  Words can describe something so beautiful for the one who can’t see clearly, words can describe what are feelings are when we can’t tell the person what we want to tell them.  Words can provide uplift in confidence or vice versa.  It is very important to remember the power of our words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-5070240767686176016?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/5070240767686176016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=5070240767686176016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5070240767686176016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5070240767686176016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9okMvgtOI/AAAAAAAAADg/14Z6rW5Yccw/s72-c/100%2Bsideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-463559638016903275</id><published>2007-10-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:44:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9oQMvgtNI/AAAAAAAAADY/U2mrG1OxxzM/s1600-h/WORDLESS%2BWEDNESDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124929528478610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9oQMvgtNI/AAAAAAAAADY/U2mrG1OxxzM/s320/WORDLESS%2BWEDNESDAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9oLsvgtMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vgGzZw1niNY/s1600-h/dance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124929451169199298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9oLsvgtMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vgGzZw1niNY/s320/dance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-463559638016903275?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/463559638016903275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=463559638016903275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/463559638016903275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/463559638016903275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday_24.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx9oQMvgtNI/AAAAAAAAADY/U2mrG1OxxzM/s72-c/WORDLESS%2BWEDNESDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-4224151072791182816</id><published>2007-10-23T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:43:18.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The attempted phone call</title><content type='html'>Well since this is Time Travel Tuesday I will tell of the attempted call to a certain boy, that I am now married to.  Long long ago in a up and coming city nestled in the DFW area, a girl by the name of Renee attempted to call M2, the boy she found incredibly cute, for a date.  However, I was so nervouse that I continued to hang up on this boy.  I called a total of 5 or 6 times I think.  To make matters worse it was his oldest sisters wedding weekend I think... so there was family in town.  It was so hard.  So finally I got up the nerve to finally talk to him on the phone and he laughs at me!!!  Can you believe that he laughs at me.  He tells me he is sorry but he has never had anyone ask him out like this and I guess he was flattered.  Anyways, we continued to date and the rest is history.... except for the part on our first date he gets a call at the movie theatre that his uncle has passed away.  Being as he laughed at me on the phone, I thought he was trying to get out of the date until I found out it was all true.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx7MDMvgtJI/AAAAAAAAACw/JSMUnICyH5E/s1600-h/timetravelers.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124757781326378130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx7MDMvgtJI/AAAAAAAAACw/JSMUnICyH5E/s320/timetravelers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-4224151072791182816?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/4224151072791182816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=4224151072791182816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/4224151072791182816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/4224151072791182816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/attempted-phone-call.html' title='The attempted phone call'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx7MDMvgtJI/AAAAAAAAACw/JSMUnICyH5E/s72-c/timetravelers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-7094990148042851046</id><published>2007-10-22T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:54:40.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo in my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx01tMvgtII/AAAAAAAAACo/9EMCfmLqO68/s1600-h/201651177NGibzZ_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124311001648379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx01tMvgtII/AAAAAAAAACo/9EMCfmLqO68/s320/201651177NGibzZ_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx01OMvgtHI/AAAAAAAAACg/9ioN2YZl-MU/s1600-h/100%2Bsideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124310469072434290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx01OMvgtHI/AAAAAAAAACg/9ioN2YZl-MU/s320/100%2Bsideways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walk into my house to find, to my surprise there is a zoo in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the door and am greeted by a cranky bear who states that they have an upset stomach.  The bear shows me her drawings, talented bear. I walk into the kitchen and what do I find a silly monkey who thinks he wants to be a wolf!  I tell him he can’t be a wolf, because he is my monkey, he smiles and runs off. And there on the couch is the grumpy Lion.  See a zoo in my house.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-7094990148042851046?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/7094990148042851046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=7094990148042851046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7094990148042851046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/7094990148042851046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoo-in-my-house.html' title='Zoo in my house'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rx01tMvgtII/AAAAAAAAACo/9EMCfmLqO68/s72-c/201651177NGibzZ_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-5205008699821799096</id><published>2007-10-22T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:37:52.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxzsrMvgtGI/AAAAAAAAACY/4eOluxusaUs/s1600-h/sampbe1c45338e8e569a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124230702939812962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxzsrMvgtGI/AAAAAAAAACY/4eOluxusaUs/s320/sampbe1c45338e8e569a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow... okay well it is a real Mayhem Monday.  I went to work, came home early.  Husband is at home sick trying to get into the doctor and both the kids are sick with belly aches.  I am trying to confirm benefits on our insurance, because my husband was so sick he gave the doctors the wrong number to confirm benefits.  I am on hold with doctors office now.  Kids have a doctors appointment at 3pm so I have to rush them to that.  I am not sick as of yet.... please dear lord don't let me get it.  I have finally gotten off the phone and gave the doctors the correct information.... now waiting for them to confirm benefits to get hubby into the doctor.  Meanwhile, both the kids are laying next to daddy on the bed.  In the meantime, M3, my son, decides to get up and put on his dad's Nautica Cologne because he lost his spray that his grandpa gave him, and now the entire rooms smells of cologne.  My head hurts from the smell.  Definately a Mayhem Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-5205008699821799096?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/5205008699821799096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=5205008699821799096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5205008699821799096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/5205008699821799096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayhem-monday_22.html' title='Mayhem Monday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxzsrMvgtGI/AAAAAAAAACY/4eOluxusaUs/s72-c/sampbe1c45338e8e569a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-2218140753787743122</id><published>2007-10-20T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:42:33.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrmtMvgtFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/W2g7uTPy8eE/s1600-h/100%2Bsideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123661190276363346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrmtMvgtFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/W2g7uTPy8eE/s320/100%2Bsideways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrmpsvgtEI/AAAAAAAAACI/vrMdH2_x-SU/s1600-h/Guel+in+Action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123661130146821186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrmpsvgtEI/AAAAAAAAACI/vrMdH2_x-SU/s320/Guel+in+Action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You make me happy dear boy, you make me smile all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I love your sweet lips before you kiss your mommy goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear boy truly I do, can’t imagine my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear boy, the questions you ask, and your silly little laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear boy, the pictures you draw and say are just for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear boy, when you look at me with those beautiful brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear boy, when you snuggle up close to my side.&lt;br /&gt;My boy I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-2218140753787743122?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/2218140753787743122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=2218140753787743122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2218140753787743122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2218140753787743122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/boy_20.html' title='Boy'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrmtMvgtFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/W2g7uTPy8eE/s72-c/100%2Bsideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-1182992739988516686</id><published>2007-10-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:15:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin and Patch!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrfAcvgtBI/AAAAAAAAABs/ufst0rW-6hg/s1600-h/GreatPumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123652724895822866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrfAcvgtBI/AAAAAAAAABs/ufst0rW-6hg/s320/GreatPumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rxre3cvgtAI/AAAAAAAAABk/2jtLkE39V0o/s1600-h/100%2Bsideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123652570277000194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rxre3cvgtAI/AAAAAAAAABk/2jtLkE39V0o/s320/100%2Bsideways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linus: "Here we are, Snoopy, sitting in a pumpkin patch waiting for the Great Pumpkin. Every Halloween the Great Pumpkin flies through the air with his bag of toys, and just think.....if you and I sit here all night, we may get to see him!""I appreciate your sitting out here with me, Snoopy.....I must admit, however, that I've been wondering why you're wearing those dark glasses?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snoopy:"There are certain times when you prefer not to be recognized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy rises up in the moonlight of the pumpkin patch....Linus, thinking The Great Pumpkin has finally arrived, faints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-1182992739988516686?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/1182992739988516686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=1182992739988516686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1182992739988516686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1182992739988516686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-and-patch.html' title='Pumpkin and Patch!!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxrfAcvgtBI/AAAAAAAAABs/ufst0rW-6hg/s72-c/GreatPumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3964180187534204060</id><published>2007-10-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:27:15.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FRIDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxjMPMvgs-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KXQIo8379SA/s1600-h/samp5cee16c36eb27101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123069137624544226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxjMPMvgs-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KXQIo8379SA/s320/samp5cee16c36eb27101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think I am going to do this with my kiddos this weekend. I think its cute and I can use them outside or around the house in preparation for Halloween.  Here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam Spiders and Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="buttonOn( 'addToCraftBox' )" onmouseout="buttonOff( 'addToCraftBox' )" href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/crafts?page=CraftBoxAdd&amp;amp;craftid=10666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onmouseover="buttonOn( 'viewMyCraftBox' )" onmouseout="buttonOff( 'viewMyCraftBox' )" href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/crafts?page=CraftBoxView"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Infest nooks and crannies with these easy-to-make creeping crawlies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAFT MATERIALS:&lt;br /&gt;Two sizes of styrofoam balls&lt;br /&gt;Black paint and brushes&lt;br /&gt;Toothpicks&lt;br /&gt;Black pipe cleaners&lt;br /&gt;Paper scraps&lt;br /&gt;Thick gray yarn&lt;br /&gt;Tape or tacks&lt;br /&gt;Time needed: Under 1 Hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint the Styrofoam balls black and let them dry. Attach the head (smaller ball) to the body (larger ball) with toothpicks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Insert the pipe cleaner legs into the body and bend them in half to create the knee joints. Bend the tips to create the feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Give the spider a frightening face by gluing on two paper triangle eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. To make the web, run a length of yarn across the top of a door frame and tape or tack in place. Wet (but don't soak) a dozen or so 6-foot-long strands of yarn and gently pull each strand apart to create a cobweb effect. Drape them over the yarn on the door frame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Suspend a few spiders on the web by twisting the pipe cleaner legs around the yarn. For maximum chills, invite guests to walk through the doorway, brushing against the wet web as they walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems really simple and cute huh.  Well enjoy.  I am off to enjoy my weekend with my family and a much anticipated girls night out tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-3964180187534204060?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/3964180187534204060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=3964180187534204060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3964180187534204060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3964180187534204060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-friday.html' title='FUN FRIDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RxjMPMvgs-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KXQIo8379SA/s72-c/samp5cee16c36eb27101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-198834066324611790</id><published>2007-10-18T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:48:42.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rxg2jcvgs7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZLHCqMoaY5c/s1600-h/thankful+thursday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122904558772728754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rxg2jcvgs7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZLHCqMoaY5c/s320/thankful+thursday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let me first say that I am thankful for prescription drugs, they help emensley, just kidding. I am thankful for a lot really. I am thankful that I have a good life, I am thankful that God allowed me to enjoy everything around me and everyone. I am thankful I have such a great husband who is there for me and who is my best friend above anyone else. I am thankful I have two great kids. I am thankful that I am working in a field that I love to be in. I am thankful that I have a great sister, although she can be a turkey sometimes. Oh and I am still thankful for prescription drugs and what role they may have on my sanity in the future. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-198834066324611790?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/198834066324611790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=198834066324611790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/198834066324611790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/198834066324611790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/thankful-thursday_18.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/Rxg2jcvgs7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZLHCqMoaY5c/s72-c/thankful+thursday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-50631522846001256</id><published>2007-10-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:03:22.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates</title><content type='html'>A Little Poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autumn wind's a pirate,  Blustering in from sea;With a rollicking song, he sweeps along,  Swaggering boist'rously.&lt;br /&gt;His skin is weather-beaten;  He wears a yellow sash,With a handkerchief red about his head.  And a bristling black mustache.&lt;br /&gt;He laughs as he storms the country,  A loud laugh and a bold;And the trees all quake and shiver and shake,  As he robs them of their gold.&lt;br /&gt;The autumn wind's a pirate,  Pillaging just for fun;He'll snatch your hat as quick as that,  And laugh to see you run!&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane Carr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k12.hi.us/~shasincl/poems_pirates.html#menu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k12.hi.us/~shasincl/poems_pirates.html#menu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k12.hi.us/~shasincl/poems_pirates.html#menu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k12.hi.us/~shasincl/poems_pirates.html#menu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-50631522846001256?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/50631522846001256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=50631522846001256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/50631522846001256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/50631522846001256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/pirates.html' title='Pirates'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-2777274521239946460</id><published>2007-10-17T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:36:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/071017/sampbd0681732d146eb5.jpg" alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExOTI2NDk3ODM3ODUmcD0xMTkzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-2777274521239946460?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/2777274521239946460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=2777274521239946460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2777274521239946460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/2777274521239946460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday-ii.html' title='Wordless Wednesday II'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-8257255950179174444</id><published>2007-10-17T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:35:08.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/071017/samp4f03952be735659a.jpg" alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExOTI2NDk3MDcyMzcmcD0xMTkzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-8257255950179174444?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/8257255950179174444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=8257255950179174444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8257255950179174444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8257255950179174444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3390031840937744075</id><published>2007-10-15T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:10:46.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/071015/samp312b86d437793449.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExOTI0OTYyMTg0MzcmcD0xMTkzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Okay she is a Genius in some way... I am talking about my sister in law, the younger of the two sister in laws I have. She has turned me onto this blog thing and I am hooked, on top of that she has given me some sights to go to in order to put cute pictures on here, so here you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so why has it been Mayhem Monday, well for one the weather today was crazy! It has been a long time since we have gotten rain like this morning. It was fabulous, but I much rathered stay at home and asleep in bed. I went to work and immediately started working on my case files that I have of clients. I wrote several reports, answered several phone calls, had one long meeting, saw a client to begin the application process, typed some more reports up and before you know it, it was 5pm and I had to pull myself away from the desk. I came home helped M do her homework a worksheet, reading, and reading again. She was not happy to say the least. Sorry before that we sat down to eat dinner, and amongst the slurping of the spaghetti I was able to hear what my dad was saying to me. Showers were taking in record time! They wanted to watch a movie and not miss any of it so we had to do our best to get hair and body clean... crazy. My son has to go to the restroom and as he is taking a long time I decided to go check on him and what do I find? A little boy sitting down doing his business with his sisters head band on his head and the other head band in his hand, and when I ask what are you doing, he tells me he is playing airplane pilot and the head band in his hand is the steering wheel for the airplane and the headband on his head is his radio controllers and earphones! Yes very hectic and its not over, I still have to go and read a goodnight book and put them in bed! I need a foot rub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-3390031840937744075?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/3390031840937744075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=3390031840937744075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3390031840937744075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/3390031840937744075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayhem-monday.html' title='Mayhem Monday'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-1202948785464474610</id><published>2007-10-08T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:25:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert time!</title><content type='html'>Well today my husband and I embarked on an adventure, we took our children to see a pretty popular boy band.....no not backstreet boys or nsync.... Another popular boy band of three brothers, a majority of their songs are on the Disney radio station.  Well first of all it was incredibly hot, not to mention incredibly crowded.  We decided to move farther away from the crowd because we were getting pretty trampled where we were.  However, at 3pm straight up the group came out and began rockin up a storm.  M, my daughter and M3 my son were singing away.  M was jumping up and down and M3 was on Daddy's shoulders jammin too.  It was so much fun, I know you are like, yeah whatever!!  But really it was fun because M2 my husband and I agreed it was so great to see our kids really enjoying themselves and it was great as parents to be there to see the excitement on their faces and to see them singing along to songs they know.  There first concert guys!!!!!  It was nice to be part of the experience, because in a few more years down the road they may not want us to be part of that experience.  But for now it was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-1202948785464474610?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/1202948785464474610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=1202948785464474610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1202948785464474610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1202948785464474610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/concert-time.html' title='Concert time!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-1202133934784436357</id><published>2007-10-03T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:10:44.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well for those who know me, you know that I will graduate with my masters degree this December and I had to take my comperhensive exam in order to graduate... Well ladies and Gentlemen I am happy to report that I just found out that I passed the multiple choice portion of the exam!  This was  a three part test two section of multiple choice questions 78 question on one and 35 question on the other and then the 4 essays I had to complete.  I have been told that they will have the essays graded by next week to determine if I passed this section as well.  I am not so worried about this section.  But to my family and friends who told me I could do it and had faith in me and said many prayers, I truly thank all of you, without your support I would have never made it through a tough experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-1202133934784436357?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/1202133934784436357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=1202133934784436357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1202133934784436357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1202133934784436357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-passed.html' title='I Passed!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-1129678851578573980</id><published>2007-09-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:25:51.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Broken, No Softball for  Three Weeks!</title><content type='html'>Yes the title says it all folks. M, my six year old daughter broke her toe. I entered the house today at nearly 6pm. My dad told me that M had stub her toe on the picture I had up against the wall because she and her brother were rough housing. I told her I would take a look at it in a second, I needed a potty break and needed to change clothes. Now M has stubbed her toe before so I didn't really worry about it too much. I got distracted by the boy who wanted to talk to Mommy for a minute (he stayed home sick) and I talked to him. M comes hobbling into my room I take a look at her toe and my word it sure is swollen and really red! I then proceed to tell her we are going to the ER, she begins to cry because she doesn't want a shot. I told her calm down because we don't know what is going on. So we get there the doctor says he doesn't think it is broken, and orders Xrays.... sure enough we are told she broke her toe! The toe next to the pinkie toe. He proceeds to tell us that there is no softball or P.E. for 3 weeks.... my daughter begins to sob so loud all in all repeating "I wanna play softball, please let me play".... I felt so bad for her. They wrapped it and gave her a little boot to wear for the next 3 weeks. She is so bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows my daughter than they know that this is a big deal for her not to play ball and also the 3rd time she has been in the ER for hurting her feet. Two times she put her Left and Right foot through a french door window pane and now this! What to do, what to do. My poor accident prone child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-1129678851578573980?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/1129678851578573980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=1129678851578573980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1129678851578573980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/1129678851578573980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-broken-no-softball-for-three-weeks.html' title='It&apos;s Broken, No Softball for  Three Weeks!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-8713686618105611766</id><published>2007-09-26T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:36:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast they Grow Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RvrqNyweMLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a8rftHGeKs8/s1600-h/michael+and+mary+and+puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114657849516896434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RvrqNyweMLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a8rftHGeKs8/s320/michael+and+mary+and+puppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today was the day, I knew eventually it would happen but I figured it would happen a little later, how could I be so blind to the reality of it all.  What am I talking about you may say? My two adorable children are very much into things such as the Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana, High School Musical, yes 1 and 2.  So when my daughter M asked me while we were at the store if she could have a BOP magazine I said yes. Of course I looked through it and wanted to make sure it was okay for her, you know wanted to make sure it hadn't changed since I had one.... oh so many moons ago.  So then I picked one up for the boy, because it doesn't matter what it is if his sister has one then he wants one too.  So then when we got home it happened.  The posters, the posters guys!  M and M3 realized that each of their magazines came with posters.  So now my daughter and my son are sporting pictures of Miley Cyrus, The Jonas Brothers, Zac Efron, and various other Disney stars on their walls so they can look at them!  In reality it kind of broke my heart a little bit.  I was not prepared to start putting up posters of their idols at this time, but I guess they are!  Now I am not saying this is going to happen all the time, because it doesn't matter how ready they may be for something if Mommy is not ready for them to be ready then what I say goes.  But I didn't really see a huge problem with a couple of posters, just a little teary because you see folks the picture you see in front of you as you read this blog is how I want to remember them always without any chance of them growing up.  Unfortunately, I am not being realistic and slowly but surely they are Growing Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-8713686618105611766?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/8713686618105611766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=8713686618105611766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8713686618105611766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/8713686618105611766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-fast-they-grow-up.html' title='How fast they Grow Up!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQabxxXJkxI/RvrqNyweMLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a8rftHGeKs8/s72-c/michael+and+mary+and+puppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-6494542779590991075</id><published>2007-09-25T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:21:25.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh she is an awesome player!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay not to brag.... actually I am bragging.  My daugther is a great softball player, she is an excellent fielder.  She such a pretty darn good player that we decided to put her on a select team as well as her recreational team.  Sunday we were out practicing on her select team, they hit a ball to M and it did a hop and looked like it was going to pass her, in mid hop she scooped the ball up and turned around to throw it to first base!  Excellent play.  It was almost majors like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son wants to do basketball this year, he has been asking about it for a while, but I think it is because of High School Musical is the reasoning for the interest in basketball this year.  We will see how he does, he's as cute as Troy from the movie..... oh did I say that, sorry he wants to be a Jonas brother.  What was I thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-6494542779590991075?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/6494542779590991075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=6494542779590991075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6494542779590991075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/6494542779590991075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-gosh-she-is-awesome-player.html' title='Oh my gosh she is an awesome player!!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-841431859798589563</id><published>2007-09-24T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:20:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for me, the comps are here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well as many of you know I am going to be getting my masters this fall.  Which means for me in order to graduate I have to take what is called a comprehensive test of all my knowledge of my field of study in order to get my masters degree.  This test takes place on Saturday... this Saturday to be more clear.  I just want to take the time to tell you that I am completeley terrified!  There is no two ways about it, I get fearful of tests especially when my graduating college is in jeopardy.  Well I think all I can do is study like crazy and try my best and of course PRAY that the "Test Gods" shine their heavenly glow upon me while I am sitting there taking my test and worrying if I will see the piece of paper that says " M.S."  If any of you know of any voodoo rituals or any weird rituals that involve burying a chicken bone to get a passing grade I will be taking emails and calls up until the day of the exam!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In reality people pray for me, because this week I am going to be on edge and I feel sorry for my husband and kiddos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-841431859798589563?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/841431859798589563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=841431859798589563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/841431859798589563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/841431859798589563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/09/pray-for-me-comps-are-here.html' title='Pray for me, the comps are here!!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-4831825453302201033</id><published>2007-09-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:26:03.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hope she passes 1st grade!</title><content type='html'>Well okay I know by the way the title sounds some may be worried about my child's academic progress.  Well let me assure you she is doing fine. However, Mommy is not doing so good.  You see M had pictures on Friday and had homework that she had to complete throughout the week.  Well for the second week in a row I find her homework in her folder, and it looks like it hasn't been touched by the teacher!  So needless to say I am a little peaved by this.  Especially the picture money being left in the folder.  Oh did I forget to mention that?  Yeah, her picture money was left in the folder.  So I was pretty upset and decided to write the teacher a note, apparently when my husband read it, he was a little beside himself because it didn't sound to pleasant.  Well needless to say an apology was written to the teacher saying that I was sorry and that I did not want the email to sound as harsh as it did.  Especially the part where I mention to her "do you check the children's folders, surely you do since M had her schoolwork from this past week in her folder".  So now my husband and I are wondering if she is going to pass the 1st grade, and if she doesn't it is probably going to be all my fault because I griped out the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote me back and apologized for what happened but at this age they are teaching responsibility and being responsible for turning in their own homework and picture money etc.  I say give the 1st graders a little help, my daughter has a hard time remembering what shoe goes on what foot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241260241893234346-4831825453302201033?l=reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/feeds/4831825453302201033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241260241893234346&amp;postID=4831825453302201033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/4831825453302201033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241260241893234346/posts/default/4831825453302201033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesramblings-neebie.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-hope-she-passes-1st-grade.html' title='Let&apos;s hope she passes 1st grade!'/><author><name>Neebie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305455732499799417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241260241893234346.post-3215714943165404680</id><published>2007-09-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:01:16.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hecticness of it all!</title><content type='html'>So why not start off with Renee doing some rambling.  Needless to say it was a very hectic weekend.  The husband and I decided to take a much needed overnight trip to celebrate the anniversary.  However, before that could happen Friday was a baseball game with our daughter M and our son M3 went to spend the night at an all boys night out with his uncle C and aunt L.  He apparently had fun, because when I picked him up the following morning he was still in the same clothes, had a ring of dirt that was a inch thick, and I have never smelled a boy that smelt so boy as he did at that point in time!  However, he had fun and that is all that really counts.  So back to the beginning.  We got in from the baseball game very late and M had a double header of softball the next morning.  Mind you it was a very early game.  We got her ready, I was able to watch the first game and then rush across town to pick up the boy, take him home for a much needed BATH and then get M into a much needed BATH when her and daddy arrived home.  Get them ready by packing and packing our stuff to rush over to Grandma's so my husband and I can get to our destination for our overnight trip..... wow, hectic.  I have to say it was much thanks to the relatives for helping out, without them nothing could have happended so I am greatful.  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