<?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-2171186031681797657</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:51:00.428-05:00</updated><category term='technology'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='Christians'/><category term='gardens'/><category term='Chruch'/><category term='help'/><category term='home'/><category term='summer'/><category term='memories'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='tips'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='youth'/><category term='pets'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='football'/><category term='driving'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='kids'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='romance'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='reading'/><category term='women'/><category term='tooth fairy'/><category term='interior decorating'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='games'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='moms'/><category term='camp'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='Church'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='history'/><category term='career'/><category term='fun'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><title type='text'>Pampered Mom???</title><subtitle type='html'>My friend Beth said I needed to blog.  So here I go. . . This is to chronicle my journey through Motherhood and the little things my kids say that just crack me up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171186031681797657.post-203682716452577490</id><published>2012-01-24T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:51:00.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Life in the Crater house. . .</title><content type='html'>Why is 3rd grade so hard?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas is learning his clock stuff.&amp;nbsp; How to tell time, how to write it, and how to figure out the degrees.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do not remember this degree stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark was talking with a friend that lives in Wake county and he said his 3rd grader was just now learning multiplication tables and was up to 5's.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas and his class finished multiplication before Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not to say that he knows them all well but, he has been tested on them all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mark&amp;nbsp;will not be home for dinner&amp;nbsp;tonight so we are having Alfredo (homemade) with whole wheat pasta.&amp;nbsp; Yummmmm!!&amp;nbsp; I do love my Alfredo sauce.&amp;nbsp; I have two different ones that I make.&amp;nbsp; One is very fatty, that is the one we are having tonight, the other is much less fatty.&amp;nbsp; Both very good just differ in calories and fat content.&amp;nbsp; Mark has been on a low carb to no carb diet since October due to his A1C.&amp;nbsp; It is now back under control but he is still doing the low and no carb thing.&amp;nbsp; This is frustrating since I love carbs, pasta especially.&amp;nbsp; The kids are excited since Alfredo is their favorite and we have not had it since October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-203682716452577490?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/203682716452577490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=203682716452577490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/203682716452577490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/203682716452577490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-in-crater-house.html' title='Life in the Crater house. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-306755318894310225</id><published>2012-01-23T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:11:47.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Confirmation. . .</title><content type='html'>Jack began Confirmation classes on Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp; I am very excited for him.&amp;nbsp; He is also very excited.&amp;nbsp; I dearly love our Interim Preacher who is teaching this class.&amp;nbsp; He is like a big ole teddy bear.&amp;nbsp; He knows the Bible inside and out and I think Jack is going to learn a lot from him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't know a lot about confirmation since I grew up Baptist.&amp;nbsp; I converted to Moravian after Mark and I were married almost 19 years ago.&amp;nbsp; Since we have not had anyone go through it recently I feel a little lost.&amp;nbsp; Cameron was the last one to go through Confirmation and that was probably 15 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is going to be an exciting journey for us all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-306755318894310225?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/306755318894310225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=306755318894310225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/306755318894310225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/306755318894310225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7785041624871953766</id><published>2012-01-14T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:43:50.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Stay at home VS. Working Moms. . .</title><content type='html'>Ok, right before I was rushing out the door to get in that car rider line the other day Anderson Cooper came on with his talk show.&amp;nbsp; He had stay at home Moms VS. working Moms.&amp;nbsp; One of the working Moms said, "Stay at home Moms are lazy."&amp;nbsp; So needless to say, I was a little late for the line up.&amp;nbsp; Those of you that may not know I am a stay at home Mom and have many friends that work and many that stay at home.&amp;nbsp; I have been on both sides of this argument myself.&amp;nbsp; I do believe it is quite an assumption for this person to jump, that stay at home moms are lazy.&amp;nbsp; I admit I have my days when I could be lazy as I am sure we all do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have been on both sides of this argument as I said before.&amp;nbsp; When I had Jack I owned my own business and Jack stayed with me for the first 7 months in my office.&amp;nbsp; That was very nice and I am glad I did not have to take him to daycare for those first months.&amp;nbsp; I am also glad I was able to go back to work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At 7 months Jack got very mobile and had to go to daycare.&amp;nbsp; I was sad but he went to a nice place where he was the only baby and got all the love and attention he could stand.&amp;nbsp; Naturally I felt a little guilty and felt that everyone was judging me to be a money hungry, career oriented, neglectful mother.&amp;nbsp; These are my feelings and my projections about me.&amp;nbsp; No one ever said these things to me,&amp;nbsp; these were things I had floating around in my head.&amp;nbsp; Once I had Thomas three years later it was too costly for two in daycare so I closed my business and stayed home.&amp;nbsp; I loved what I did but I believe the choice I made was the best for me.&amp;nbsp; I am truly thankful, that money wise, it works for our family.&amp;nbsp; Now I have the other things floating around in my head:&amp;nbsp; What, you don't work?&amp;nbsp; Are you stupid? Can you not hold down a job?&amp;nbsp; Are you lazy?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once again these are my thoughts no one has ever said these things to me.&amp;nbsp; Some days I wish I had my resume typed on a card so that when people ask; What do you do?&amp;nbsp;I could just whip it out.&amp;nbsp; Some days I want to rattle off my resume so that people know I do have a brain and I can do other things besides take my kids to school and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I do not judge mothers.&amp;nbsp; I don't care if you stay home or if you work.&amp;nbsp; I just hope what ever you are doing it makes you happy.&amp;nbsp; I think we, as women, put more pressure on our selves than anyone else would ever do.&amp;nbsp; Just like the thoughts I have floating around in my head&amp;nbsp; about me.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure no one would ever think those things about me much less say them to my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7785041624871953766?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7785041624871953766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7785041624871953766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7785041624871953766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7785041624871953766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/stay-at-home-vs-working-moms.html' title='Stay at home VS. Working Moms. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2334158757817480961</id><published>2012-01-13T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:34:42.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>School. . . today</title><content type='html'>Jack had a really hard day today at school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He came home in tears and said, "my teachers hate me."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now Jack is not my&amp;nbsp;emotional child he does not cry easily. &amp;nbsp;I looked at him real funny and asked him why he thought that.&amp;nbsp; He said they all fussed and yelled at him today for no reason.&amp;nbsp; If you know Jack he does give plenty of reasons to fuss, I am not so sure about the yelling part.&amp;nbsp; I tried to go deeper to find out what really had happened.&amp;nbsp; He was accused earlier this week of calling a girl a "Freak".&amp;nbsp; He did not do this of course.&amp;nbsp; He and the young lady were talking and he said she was a "neat freak".&amp;nbsp; You can guess the rest.&amp;nbsp; Yes, someone over heard them talking and said, Jack called "Sally" a freak.&amp;nbsp; Well that just escalated and I got ambushed in the car rider line by the teachers.&amp;nbsp; The teachers told me Jack called a girl a "Freak" and they said the girl was visibly upset by it.&amp;nbsp; Naturally, my motherly instinct was to talk to Jack and get the whole story.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The whole story is he said she was a "neat freak".&amp;nbsp; I talked with Jack and explained that you do not call people names at all.&amp;nbsp; He understands this.&amp;nbsp; He is not a mean kid, he does not call people names except his brother.&amp;nbsp; I told him he should go to this girl and apologize to her and let her know he was sorry if he hurt her feelings,&amp;nbsp; The next day I asked him what she said.&amp;nbsp; He said she was fine and she was not upset with him and that she was a "neat freak".&amp;nbsp; I asked Jack if those were her words and he said yes they were.&lt;br /&gt;Being the Mama Bear that I am and feeling my child got the raw end of the deal here I wrote the teachers an email.&amp;nbsp; I was very nice and I merely pointed out&amp;nbsp; the above.&amp;nbsp; I have not had a response from them but then of course why would they email me back to have to admit they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Jack is a lot of things but, mean and a name caller he is not.&amp;nbsp; Certainly not to one of his friends, which this little girl is.&lt;br /&gt;I ask you today to please pray for Jack and his teachers and that God will take this off of his heart and their hearts.&amp;nbsp; Jack and I have already prayed today for this but every little bit helps.&amp;nbsp; You know I am a firm believer in prayer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2334158757817480961?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2334158757817480961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2334158757817480961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2334158757817480961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2334158757817480961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-today.html' title='School. . . today'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6369012773731531559</id><published>2012-01-11T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:04:12.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chruch'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning. . .</title><content type='html'>Thomas went to bed sick on Saturday night so it was a given he would not be going to Church on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I had Godly play and Board installations so I was going and that meant Mark would be home with Thomas.&amp;nbsp; Did not get much sleep worrying if Thomas would be up sick during the night.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say we had a groggy start to our Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to grow our congregation so I have been working on getting to Church for Sunday School and setting a better example for my kids.&amp;nbsp; I get Jack up to get ready for Sunday School and&amp;nbsp;the groaning begins, but Mom I don't want to go to Sunday School.&amp;nbsp; Most kids are like this.&amp;nbsp; Mine never want to get up in the morning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, the groaning and complaining hit my hot button.&amp;nbsp; I began my rant with the fact there are people that are forced not to go to Church and are unable to worship their God in public or private for fear of death.&amp;nbsp; I told him he was being disrespectful to me and to God and that while he was in the shower he should pray for forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; Not from me but from God.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know, I may have been a little hard core.&amp;nbsp; I am just sick and tired of hearing the groaning over every little thing and when you start complaining about Church that is too much for me to take.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I did not hear any more of that for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; I had several things I had to get out of the car so I sent Jack on in the building and told him I would see him after Church.&amp;nbsp; Board members sit together for Board installation and then I had to go out for Godly play so Jack would be sitting with his Memaw during Church.&amp;nbsp; I had three of the sweetest little girls in my class for Godly play and I think I learned as much as they did.&amp;nbsp; After Church the parents or siblings come and pick up the kids from Godly play and Jack came to get me.&amp;nbsp; After the kids had gone Jack announces, Mom we have to be here every Sunday for Sunday School.&amp;nbsp; I had the best time.&amp;nbsp; I looked at him and smiled, and said, the Lord works in mysterious ways.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I proceeded to explain to the lady that had helped me with Godly play the whole story of our morning escapades.&amp;nbsp; She laughed and said the same thing.&amp;nbsp; Jack just sighed and said, I know mommy.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home he talked about how much fun Sunday School was and how he had to be there every Sunday from now on.&amp;nbsp; He acted as if he would miss something if he was not there.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful to the lady that is teaching his class.&amp;nbsp; I am also thankful for the other kids in his class.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that the good Lord is allowing me to see my child grow in this manner.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I am down or doubtful he shows me he is still there working as hard as he can.&amp;nbsp; For this I am truly thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6369012773731531559?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6369012773731531559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6369012773731531559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6369012773731531559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6369012773731531559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7661950404173280015</id><published>2011-11-23T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:46:37.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Update on Sofie. . .</title><content type='html'>Sofie is the 6 yr. old daughter of a friend of mine and is suffering a stage 4 Wilms cancer of her kidney.&amp;nbsp; They got good news yesterday and this particular type of cancer does well with Chemo therapy.&amp;nbsp; Sofie started her Chemo yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Their doctor told them that all of the cases she has treated were successful.&amp;nbsp; This gives them great hope.&amp;nbsp; Cindy posted on the Caring Bridge,&amp;nbsp; "Thanks be to God".&amp;nbsp; She also was very thankful for all of her "prayer warriors".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I like that term.&amp;nbsp; We are prayer warriors.&amp;nbsp; We battle evil every day in prayer.&amp;nbsp; So thank you to all of my friends and folks reading my blog for praying you can tell God is working this Thanksgiving season.&amp;nbsp; Even though we know he never stops, it so nice that he lets us be privy to his work sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I got to see Cindy yesterday and I have to say that was one of &amp;nbsp;the hardest things I have ever done.&amp;nbsp; It seems so simple, go visit your friend at the hospital.&amp;nbsp; It is so much harder than that.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to be strong for her.&amp;nbsp; I did not want to loose my cool and blubber like a big baby.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is the one going through this turmoil, I should be able to hold it together.&amp;nbsp; I did ok, I broke down a little.&amp;nbsp; I guess when it is your child going through something like that, the Lord gives you that unmeasurable strength you hear about.&amp;nbsp; Cindy has a strong faith and I know the people that are around her also have that faith as well.&amp;nbsp; I could see it in her.&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for Sofie, Cindy and their family as they continue Chemo and recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7661950404173280015?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7661950404173280015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7661950404173280015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7661950404173280015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7661950404173280015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-on-sofie.html' title='Update on Sofie. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5202120247390650399</id><published>2011-11-21T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:15:25.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>As Thanksgiving is fast approaching. . .</title><content type='html'>As Thanksgiving is fast approaching, we are getting ready for our Thanksgiving eve Lovefeast at Church.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of my boys.&amp;nbsp; Jack will be reading scripture during the service and they both will be ushers for the service.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud because they have taken a keen interest in our Church and the Lord this year.&amp;nbsp; This is something I have been praying for since the beginning of the year.&amp;nbsp; It is part of "The Power of&amp;nbsp; a Praying Parent."&amp;nbsp; I am truly thankful that I am able to see them grow in their faith.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;They are also participating in our Christmas program.&amp;nbsp; Jack is a Sheppard named Grumble.&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; you can guess how his character is going to act.&amp;nbsp; Thomas on the other hand has chosen not to have a speaking part.&amp;nbsp; Thomas will be singing with the choir.&amp;nbsp; He really does have a great voice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You all know I will be in a puddle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5202120247390650399?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5202120247390650399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5202120247390650399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5202120247390650399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5202120247390650399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-thanksgiving-is-fast-approaching.html' title='As Thanksgiving is fast approaching. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4131317240985949241</id><published>2011-11-18T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:48:48.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sick children</title><content type='html'>It is so easy to complain sometimes when we are bothered by our kids being sick with the average cold, runny nose or pink eye.&amp;nbsp; But then God steps in and shows you how lucky you are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately it is at the expense of someone elses child.&amp;nbsp; I am guilty of this, I am the first one to say I am guilty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My friend Cindy posted that her little girl Sofie has just been diagnosed with a tumor on her kidney and tumors in her lungs.&amp;nbsp; She posted so that all of her friends could pray for them not so people could feel sorry for her.&amp;nbsp; Cindy is an amazing woman and has great faith in the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I am posting this so that all of my friends and anyone else that reads my blog&amp;nbsp;can pray for little Sofie as well.&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in the power of prayer so I am asking anyone that reads this to please pray for Cindy, Sofie and their family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sofie had surgery today and will begin chemo treatments as the rest of us are beginning our Thanksgiving Holiday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The chemo is to shrink the tumor so that it can be removed at a later date.&amp;nbsp; For those I have already told and are praying now I thank you very much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4131317240985949241?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4131317240985949241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4131317240985949241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4131317240985949241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4131317240985949241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick-children.html' title='Sick children'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7868924790250609013</id><published>2011-11-17T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:57:22.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Pink Eye. . .</title><content type='html'>Pink eye, Really?&amp;nbsp; Yes, Thomas has Pink eye.&amp;nbsp; Came home from school and said Mommy my eye feels like someone threw sand in it.&amp;nbsp; I asked, "Did they?"&amp;nbsp; He said no and continued with I need to go to the Doctor.&amp;nbsp; Now, when my 8 year old requests a doctors appointment there is something wrong.&amp;nbsp; While sitting in the middle of Dantes' seventh layer at the Middle school car rider pick up line, I made Tom an appointment.&amp;nbsp; They both have appointments for the flu shot tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; We go to the doctor and not only does he have pink eye he also has the beginning of an ear infection and is running a low grade temp.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He cannot get the flu shot due to the temp.&amp;nbsp; They give him oral antibiotics for the ear infection and eye drops for pink eye.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to put eye drops in the eye of a squirmy,screaming,whining 8 year old?&amp;nbsp; It is not fun and the bad part is you have to do 2 drops 4X a day.&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA HA HA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7868924790250609013?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7868924790250609013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7868924790250609013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7868924790250609013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7868924790250609013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5878291991499425588</id><published>2011-11-12T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:57:48.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Football is over. . .</title><content type='html'>We took a hard loss today.&amp;nbsp; Jacks' team played one of the undefeated teams in our League today in the play offs and we got beat.&amp;nbsp; He took it really hard since this is his last year to play county football.&amp;nbsp; He was very upset and to add insult to injury he took a hard hit to the head at the end of the game.&amp;nbsp; He is ok no lingering side effects.&amp;nbsp; I am going to keep an eye on him though.&amp;nbsp; You know me, the worry wort.&amp;nbsp; We are sad, but glad we are done with this season.&amp;nbsp; We will get a week break and then on to Basketball for Jack and wrestling for Thomas.&amp;nbsp; Thomas has decided he wants to compete this season in wrestling.&amp;nbsp; Not sure if I am ready for that or not.&amp;nbsp; They have good coaches and he enjoys it so, I guess he will compete.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jack will be playing basketball with the 7th and 8th graders because of the way his birthday falls.&amp;nbsp; Not sure how he is going to feel about that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call me a court side and a mat side Mom this season.&amp;nbsp; Still don't know if I am ready for this wrestling stuff though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5878291991499425588?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5878291991499425588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5878291991499425588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5878291991499425588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5878291991499425588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/football-is-over.html' title='Football is over. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1960966614047405140</id><published>2011-11-11T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:07:41.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving. . .</title><content type='html'>I have seen several people doing 30 days of Thanksgiving on Facebook and that is cool.&amp;nbsp; With today being Veterans' Day I would like to thank all of our Veterans.&amp;nbsp; When I was younger and we celebrated Veterans' Day I always thought of old men.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My Uncles all were in the War and fought on air craft carriers and destroyers and my Dad was in the Navy during the Korean War.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Today when you think of Veterans you have to think about men, women, and mere children.&amp;nbsp; I guess I am old.&amp;nbsp; There are some Veterans that are younger than I am.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am old.&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful for our Veterans, some of the boys I went to High School with are Veterans.&amp;nbsp;I am very thankful for all of our Veterans both young and old.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to all of the Veterans,&amp;nbsp; Thank you!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1960966614047405140?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1960966614047405140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1960966614047405140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1960966614047405140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1960966614047405140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2717627434657353115</id><published>2011-11-10T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:29:43.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Football. . .</title><content type='html'>Jacks' team made the playoffs.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!&amp;nbsp; I am very happy for them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They play&amp;nbsp;Saturday at 10 am and it is going to be cold.&amp;nbsp; They play the best team.&amp;nbsp; This team went&amp;nbsp;6-0 and they are big and mean.&amp;nbsp; I am worried about poor Jack, he plays quarterback.&amp;nbsp; Mark says his position is merely a ball distributor.&amp;nbsp; Some of the parents were complaining because Jack was playing quarterback and Mark laughed because all the glory goes to the running backs not the quarterback in this offense.&amp;nbsp; But for those dads' that think the quarterback is the most important part it was a sore subject.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They actually use three different boys to take the snap on different plays.&amp;nbsp; So Jack really only is the "quarterback" for a small amount of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Any who, back to my concerns.&amp;nbsp; There is one kid on the team we play that is huge!!! and he is good too.&amp;nbsp; Our kids, for the most part, are afraid of him.&amp;nbsp; The other teams have told them how big he is and how physical he gets with the opposing team.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Just pray nobody gets hurt on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; That is what I will be praying for and that we don't get beat too bad.&amp;nbsp; I would like for us to make a good showing.&amp;nbsp; I would really like for us to win, but I don't see that happening.&amp;nbsp; It is not that I don't have faith in our team.&amp;nbsp; I just know the reputation of this other team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2717627434657353115?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2717627434657353115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2717627434657353115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2717627434657353115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2717627434657353115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/football.html' title='Football. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1031881990189862904</id><published>2011-11-07T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:40:15.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Caution Mom going to brag a little. . .</title><content type='html'>The boys got their report cards today and I am so proud.&amp;nbsp; Jack made all As' and one B that is very close to an A.&amp;nbsp; He made his B in math, they are doing pre-algebra in the 6th grade.&amp;nbsp; Thomas made one A and the rest Bs'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is very close on the Bs' to being As'.&amp;nbsp; They are both very happy and so am I.&amp;nbsp; Thomas was touch and go there in the beginning so I am very happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jack made a deal with Thomas that if he made the AB honor roll that he would give him his ipod shuffle.&amp;nbsp; Jack just got a new mp3 player for his birthday this year so he is willing to give the ipod away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tonight after dinner we had the "passing of the ipod" ceremony.&amp;nbsp; The boys also get $10 each for good grades.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thomas has struggled this year and probably will struggle more but he is sticking with it and has decided he needs to study a little more.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Jacks' homework has picked up in the last couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; At first he had no homework and now we are doing something everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&amp;nbsp; for letting me share my good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1031881990189862904?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1031881990189862904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1031881990189862904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1031881990189862904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1031881990189862904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/caution-mom-going-to-brag-little.html' title='Caution Mom going to brag a little. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7422789410944852217</id><published>2011-11-04T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:21:37.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Knitting. . .</title><content type='html'>I am a part of our Prayer Shawl knitting ministry at my Church.&amp;nbsp; I am a beginner knitter.&amp;nbsp; Sorry for the bad grammar.&amp;nbsp; This is a group of women that knit shawls and squares for our sick, elderly, or anyone that may have lost a loved one.&amp;nbsp; We knit the shawls and squares and our Minister delivers them when needed.&amp;nbsp; We have only been doing this since the beginning of the year.&amp;nbsp; We have given many shawls and squares to people.&amp;nbsp; The squares are small knit pieces, almost like a pot holder, we call them prayer hugs.&amp;nbsp; We use these for kids and men.&amp;nbsp; The kids and most men would not use a shawl per say, but they can hug and hold a prayer square.&amp;nbsp; We also have lap shawls for the men as well.&lt;br /&gt;As these items are made they are prayed over by the person making them.&amp;nbsp; Once they are complete the group&amp;nbsp; prays over them too.&amp;nbsp; We get together a couple of times a month to talk and knit and enjoy fellowship with one another.&amp;nbsp; Those of us that are beginners get help on our shawls where we have made mistakes and so on.&amp;nbsp; We also get advice along the way on how to do better the next time.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad to be a part of this ministry.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to knit from my niece when she was in High School.&amp;nbsp; She is now in College.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;and some of her college friends made baby blankets and took them to a local Hospital.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She inspires me.&amp;nbsp; I am excited I am almost finished with my shawl I have been working on for a while.&amp;nbsp; I knit very slowly.&amp;nbsp; We have thrown around the idea to make prayer scarves for our youth for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; That one is still up in the air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7422789410944852217?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7422789410944852217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7422789410944852217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7422789410944852217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7422789410944852217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/knitting.html' title='Knitting. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4521328806115916659</id><published>2011-10-30T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T08:55:37.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had two games.&amp;nbsp; Jack played at 10 and Thomas played at 5.&amp;nbsp; It was so cold at the 10 game I was covered from head to toe.&amp;nbsp; I looked like I was preparing for nuclear winter.&amp;nbsp; The kids even had on multiple layers under their pads.&amp;nbsp; Jack wore 2 under armor shirts and a t-shirt too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We had an injury to one of our better ball players.&amp;nbsp; He broke both bones in his wrist.&amp;nbsp; He had to have surgery and pins put in that day.&amp;nbsp; It was very sad.&amp;nbsp; We were wining by 2 points at that time.&amp;nbsp; Our kids really came together and worked&amp;nbsp; as a team to win that game.&amp;nbsp; The sad part about all this is the way the other team behaved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You try to teach your kids good sportsmanship and general good Christian behavior and it is so difficult at times because you have to battle others that are supposed to be adults and role models for the kids.&amp;nbsp; After our player was hurt Jack came off the field almost in tears because he was so mad.&amp;nbsp; I could see him talking with his Dad on the field and Mark said you go tell them what he said.&amp;nbsp; I knew then someone had said something ugly on the field.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had no idea who or how ugly it was.&lt;br /&gt;While our player, with the broken wrist, was laying on the ground after the hit the other teams' coach stood over him and said, "Take that number 8".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That was what Jack heard and he was mad.&amp;nbsp; Now I ask you, what kind of example is that setting for his team?&amp;nbsp; Why would an adult say that to a child laying on his back screaming in pain?&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; None of our coaches would have done that and I can say that with complete certainty.&amp;nbsp; Our coaches would have been checking to see if he was ok.&amp;nbsp; Not taunting him.&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened deeply by this display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4521328806115916659?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4521328806115916659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4521328806115916659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4521328806115916659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4521328806115916659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5367189941960550022</id><published>2011-10-28T18:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:38:07.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>The Octagon House?</title><content type='html'>Went out to eat on our way to pick up pumpkins in Virgina.&amp;nbsp; While we were waiting on our food Mark and I were talking with the kids.&amp;nbsp; Thomas says, "Mom I really want to go to Washington, DC."&amp;nbsp; I asked him why he really wanted to go.&amp;nbsp; He replied, "I want to go see the Octagon House."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack pipes up and makes a comment thinking Thomas is really referring to the Pentagon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack says, "it's the Pentagon not the Octagon."&amp;nbsp; Jack began laughing.&amp;nbsp; Thomas goes on to tell why he wants to see the Octagon house and explains what it is.&amp;nbsp; He said it was the most haunted place in Washington, DC.&amp;nbsp; Mark then takes out the trusty Blackberry and googles the Octagon house.&amp;nbsp; Mark begins, "the Octagon House located in Washington, DC is the most haunted place in Washington."&amp;nbsp; We all laugh of course because Thomas is correct.&amp;nbsp; He gives a big "SEE" to Jack and we laugh again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Octagon House was built for&amp;nbsp;the Tayloe&amp;nbsp;family back in the 1800's.&amp;nbsp; The house was first used as a French Embassy and later in 1814 was used by President and Mrs. Dolley Madison as their Executive home after the British burned the White House.&lt;br /&gt;Two of Tayloes' daughters are said to haunt the house as well as Dolley Madison.&amp;nbsp; They say at times you can smell lilacs.&amp;nbsp; That was Dolley Madisons' favorite flower.&amp;nbsp; The daughters both died in the house quarreling with their father over boys.&amp;nbsp; They both fell over the balcony of the spiral staircase.&amp;nbsp; One of the ghosts appears&amp;nbsp; a crumpled figure on the floor at the bottom of the staircase the other a light that goes up and down the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;We found all of this information by Wikipedia.&amp;nbsp; Thomas had all of this information because he had&amp;nbsp; been reading about different things in history.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad my kids like to read.&amp;nbsp; If they didn't I might not learn anything cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5367189941960550022?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5367189941960550022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5367189941960550022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5367189941960550022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5367189941960550022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/octagon-house.html' title='The Octagon House?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5482003853756158830</id><published>2011-09-17T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:49:29.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A funny thing happened to me on the way to school. . .</title><content type='html'>The kids are off to a fine start in school this year.&amp;nbsp; I was concerned for them both at first.&amp;nbsp; Jack moving to a new school and Thomas getting a teacher I was unsure of.&amp;nbsp; Jack is loving life at the Middle School.&amp;nbsp; He thinks he is something else getting a locker, changing classes, going to PE ect. . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess he is since I did not do those things till I was in the 7th grade.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was worried he would feel overwhelmed at all the changes but instead he is flourishing.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad.&amp;nbsp; He also had a Birthday this month&amp;nbsp; the BIG 12.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He has more pocket money than I do now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thomas is now in the 3rd grade and is doing very well also.&amp;nbsp; I met Toms' teacher and she is wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I was concerned at first because I did not know her.&amp;nbsp; After our meeting for "Making the Grade"&amp;nbsp; I realized she is going to be a perfect fit for Thomas.&amp;nbsp; Their personalities should work out very well.&amp;nbsp; She is very funny too.&amp;nbsp; A little humor goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas has been coming home talking about a new friend, Trevor.&amp;nbsp; He has talked about how much fun they have playing together.&amp;nbsp; All I have heard for the past few weeks is Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While we are waiting in line to pick Jack up Thomas sees Trevor playing in the parking lot next to where we are at a standstill in line.&amp;nbsp; He says, "Mommy, Mommy, there is Trevor, can I go play?"&amp;nbsp; I said yes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;routine continues&amp;nbsp;over the next 2 days&amp;nbsp; while waiting in line to get Jack.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday when they got out to play in the Church parking lot Trevors' Mom got out and came back to talk with me.&amp;nbsp; To my shock, it was my friend Leann that I have not seen in quite some time.&amp;nbsp; Her daughter and Jack were the same age and took gymnastics together when they were only 2 or 3 yrs old.&amp;nbsp; Once Thomas and Trevor came along they cooed and oooed at each other in the strollers while we chatted and watched the kids do gymnastics.&amp;nbsp; We lost touch once the kids were no longer involved in gymnastics.&amp;nbsp; Now we have picked back up almost where we left off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So a funny thing happened on the way to school, I found my friend again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5482003853756158830?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5482003853756158830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5482003853756158830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5482003853756158830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5482003853756158830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/funny-thing-happened-to-me-on-way-to.html' title='A funny thing happened to me on the way to school. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7713130279809786188</id><published>2011-07-04T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:44:02.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm back. . .  Have not blogged in a while but here we go.</title><content type='html'>To summarize things since last we talked. . .&amp;nbsp; The kids are doing well.&amp;nbsp; They started wrestling this year and finished up baseball.&amp;nbsp; Both Thomas and Jacks' team finished 2nd in their division.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack pitched this year quite a&amp;nbsp; bit and did very well.&amp;nbsp; He struck out 10 kids in&amp;nbsp;one game.&amp;nbsp; We were so proud of them both.&amp;nbsp; Thomas hit two home runs this year and Jack hit one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;They did well in school too.&amp;nbsp; Jack will go to Middle School next year.&amp;nbsp; Kinda nervous about that one.&amp;nbsp; Thomas will be a third grader.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; I am feeling a wee bit old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We got to visit with Gee and Poppy this past week.&amp;nbsp; Went to see an Owls Game while we were there.&amp;nbsp; Those are always fun!&amp;nbsp; Both the boys did the dizzy bat race.&amp;nbsp; We got to see Team Japan.&amp;nbsp; They were coming in to play the Owls the next night and then on to Durham to play Team USA.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was neat getting to see them.&amp;nbsp; The boys got a couple of bats that were broken during the game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They got them signed by the players and I got a picture of Jack with one of them.&amp;nbsp; I will post it later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Marks' niece graduated from Western Carolina and will be going to Grad School in the Fall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we have a new puppy.&amp;nbsp; Her name is Basil, after the herb.&amp;nbsp; She is a Puggle, part Pug and part Beagle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is 7 months old now and finally potty trained.&amp;nbsp; Now to work on her manners.&amp;nbsp; She did well going to Gee and Poppies this week.&amp;nbsp; She rode in the front seat so pretty and quiet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My kids have also lost teeth like crazy since school was out.&amp;nbsp; Jack lost three and Thomas has lost two.&amp;nbsp; He lost the most recent one today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Will try to stay up to date now and do a weekly post.&amp;nbsp; Summer is going to be crazy this year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The boys have several camps they are doing.&amp;nbsp; Check back to see what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7713130279809786188?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7713130279809786188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7713130279809786188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7713130279809786188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7713130279809786188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-back-have-not-blogged-in-while-but.html' title='I&apos;m back. . .  Have not blogged in a while but here we go.'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4734592746745441310</id><published>2011-02-13T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:50:46.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><title type='text'>PMS warning . . . .</title><content type='html'>Mark swears I have terrible PMS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He said when we were first married and did not have the kids he used the mushroom defense.&amp;nbsp; He stayed real still and in the dark out of sight.&amp;nbsp; Then he said when Jack was born and starting to walk and be more mobile&amp;nbsp; he played the Jurassic Park defense.&amp;nbsp; That was when he stayed real still and did not make a move and let poor little Jack fall into the radar and then he would quietly sneak away.&amp;nbsp; I laugh about all this now but I must say I did have a problem.&amp;nbsp; I went to my doctor and told her that I wanted to scream just hearing the dog walk across the hard wood floor.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to prescribe medication for me of course.&amp;nbsp; I also talked with my sister and she said I should go to the gym.&amp;nbsp; I took my sisters advice over the doctors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I found that on most days when I went to the gym I did feel much better and did not seem to get as aggravated at everyone for the littlest of things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My niece says PMS stands for "prepare my shotgun."&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; I liked that one.&amp;nbsp; I always said it stood for "putting up with mens' s*^+."&amp;nbsp; Well you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; My niece also says that everything that goes wrong with a woman starts with "men."&amp;nbsp; Menopause, menstruation, mental illness ect. . .&amp;nbsp; That girl is wise beyond her years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mark and I have been married 18 years in April.&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; So PMS does not kill you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4734592746745441310?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4734592746745441310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4734592746745441310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4734592746745441310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4734592746745441310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/pms-warning.html' title='PMS warning . . . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7725802023399517519</id><published>2011-02-06T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:47:34.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Thomas!</title><content type='html'>Thomas&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;8!&amp;nbsp; He told me he has only 8 more years and he gets his drivers license and&amp;nbsp;of course Jack chimed in to add, he only had 5 more years before he would get his.&amp;nbsp; After I picked myself up off the floor we all laughed about that one.&amp;nbsp; I am not ready for my kids to drive and I don't think anyone else is either.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thomas had a big day yesterday we went to Jacks' basketball game then to early dinner and then home for presents and cake.&amp;nbsp; He will have a big celebration today at his grandmas' Super Bowl party.&amp;nbsp; We all get together and eat way to much and of course the boys watch the game and the ladies play cards or dominos and enjoy the fellowship of family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We will not only be celebrating Toms' birthday but we will also celebrate Marks' Moms as well.&amp;nbsp; She and Thomas have the same birthday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TU6mMi2jZRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XribNfTAP6c/s1600/HPIM2816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TU6mMi2jZRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XribNfTAP6c/s320/HPIM2816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thomas is all about nerf guns and army men these days.&amp;nbsp; He and Jack set up the army men and shot them with their nerf guns in the playroom yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack made Thomas a base for his army men.&amp;nbsp; He took one of my Pampered Chef boxes and painted it in a camouflage pattern and added some trees for cover.&amp;nbsp; This was Jacks' gift to Thomas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess they are pretty cool kids if you can get passed the fighting and sibling rivalry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7725802023399517519?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7725802023399517519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7725802023399517519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7725802023399517519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7725802023399517519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-thomas.html' title='Happy Birthday Thomas!'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TU6mMi2jZRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XribNfTAP6c/s72-c/HPIM2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171186031681797657.post-4343604233703891860</id><published>2011-01-22T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:12:43.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>I have created a monster. . .</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have created two lounge lizards.&amp;nbsp; Both the boys got robes for Christmas and they love them.&amp;nbsp; When we had all of our snow they wanted to stay in their pjs' and their robes ALL day long.&amp;nbsp; I finally told Jack, "your name is not Hugh Hefner, you are not a millionaire, and you do not live in a mansion; so put on some clothes."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jack got an electronic monopoly game for Christmas too.&amp;nbsp; Later that week he wanted to have a family game night and wanted to play monopoly.&amp;nbsp; Anyone that has ever played a game with Jack knows he is very good at games especially ones that involve money.&amp;nbsp; We are all sitting at the table waiting on Jack and he comes down the steps in his robe.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Just call me Hugh Hefner."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (a side note to all parents Jack only knows the things I listed above about Hugh Hefner.&amp;nbsp; He does not know anything else.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mark had played monopoly with Jack once before and he told me that he is either going to be a millionaire or he will be in the poor house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He plays to win at monopoly and most everything else too.&amp;nbsp; I guess we all do.&amp;nbsp; It is just&amp;nbsp; funny to see it in our kids at this age.&amp;nbsp; My boys, they do keep things interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4343604233703891860?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4343604233703891860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4343604233703891860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4343604233703891860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4343604233703891860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-created-monster.html' title='I have created a monster. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4531080257377711442</id><published>2011-01-19T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:13:05.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying Moms. . .</title><content type='html'>There is nothing we cannot accomplish with God behind us lifting us up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As Moms we battle daily with our children; whether it is bedtime, brushing of teeth, snack time, or watching TV and playing video games.&amp;nbsp; We spend our time fighting the devil at every turn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some say&amp;nbsp;our time is spent&amp;nbsp;in the trenches but after reading my first chapter of my new book it came to me, we should be battling the devil on our knees.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Prayer is our only option when it comes to him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As Moms we owe it to our kids to pray for them but, what I did not realize is that we also owe it to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how much prayer can relieve our stress and anxiety.&amp;nbsp; It does mine anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have started writing my prayers down too, it helps me keep track of things plus once they are on paper I don't have them floating around in my head anymore.&amp;nbsp; I sleep better with this method.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The book also says no parent is perfect and we do not have perfect children.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked, I thought mine were perfect.&amp;nbsp; Just kidding, sorry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are not perfect parents we are praying parents.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."&amp;nbsp; Philippians 4:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4531080257377711442?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4531080257377711442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4531080257377711442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4531080257377711442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4531080257377711442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/praying-moms.html' title='Praying Moms. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2670237672761498936</id><published>2011-01-17T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:19:01.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Praying Parent. . . .</title><content type='html'>I joined a Moms' prayer group a couple of months ago.&amp;nbsp; We meet once a month and pray for our Elementary school, it's staff, kids, ect. . .&amp;nbsp; We met last about two weeks ago and one of the Moms brought up a book she was reading called, "The Power of the Praying Parent."&amp;nbsp; We decided that not only would we meet to pray for the school but we would add a Bible study in too.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; There is nothing a group of Moms cannot do when we put our minds to it.&amp;nbsp; I have always been a big believer in prayer and it's power.&amp;nbsp; The month of March 1996 proved to me the power of prayer.&amp;nbsp; March of 1996 my world was turned upside down when my Dad (my&amp;nbsp;hero) fell through the roof of our barn (between 17-23 feet) and was in the hospital for almost 2 months.&amp;nbsp; He was in ICU for 41/2 weeks and on a respirator for 4 of those weeks.&amp;nbsp; We honestly did not know if he would make it.&amp;nbsp; During this time God and I came to know each other on a first name basis.&amp;nbsp; I prayed every day sometimes for hours at a time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Dad is a walking miracle, and those are not my words those are the doctors words.&amp;nbsp; He has problems with his balance at times and his right arm gives him a bit of a fit too but he is 79 years old.&amp;nbsp; He turned 64 in ICU.&amp;nbsp; Dad had a crushed right arm which took&amp;nbsp; a 51/2 hour surgery to repair and a fractured hip and lacerated kidney.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;During this time I learned the power of prayer.&amp;nbsp; I prayed for so many things during Dad's time in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; I mostly prayed that God would let my Daddy come home to his family.&lt;br /&gt;Months after Dad had come home he pulled me aside and told me that there was a time while he was in the hospital that he was at peace with his life and with God and he could have let go.&amp;nbsp; Then he said he thought about Mom and he could not let go just yet.&amp;nbsp; He said that God had saved him for a reason and there was more he had to do on this earth.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad that the good Lord saw fit to save him.&amp;nbsp;I have learned so much from him and I am so thankful for every day.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My Dad and Mom have taught me a lot about God and prayer.&amp;nbsp; I am very thankful that I had praying parents and I want to give that same thing to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;The book I mentioned in the beginning talks about being a praying parent.&amp;nbsp; It talks about how you have to pray for every aspect of your child's life.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited about this book, I have read part of the first chapter and I highly recommend it to any parent.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to get together with our other Moms and discuss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2670237672761498936?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2670237672761498936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2670237672761498936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2670237672761498936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2670237672761498936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/praying-parent.html' title='Praying Parent. . . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7541582581061070661</id><published>2010-12-04T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T07:20:13.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Memories. . .</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a little nostalgic today.&amp;nbsp; I started wrapping gifts last night.&amp;nbsp; Christmas is my favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; I love the smell of a fresh cut tree, even though we have an artificial one now.&amp;nbsp; I love the feel of the cooler weather, the excitement of the kids thinking about Santa, our Church music and Christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping for that special gift for everyone on my list.&amp;nbsp; I always try to pick something that I think that person would like.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing their faces when they open their gift.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember one time trying to wait up on Santa Clause.&amp;nbsp; I sat my bean bag chair right in front of the fireplace so when he came down our chimney he would fall over me.&amp;nbsp; Mom and Dad have a picture of me asleep in that spot.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I did not wake up when Santa came to my house, I slept right through it.&amp;nbsp; My kids tell me every year they are going to try and catch Santa sneaking in the house.&amp;nbsp; I always tell them he won't stop if you are not asleep.&amp;nbsp; They always leave cookies, milk and reindeer food.&amp;nbsp; I love that my kids&amp;nbsp;believe in the Spirit of Christmas and I hope they always will.&amp;nbsp; I still&amp;nbsp;do.&amp;nbsp; The saddest thing is when a child looses that belief.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mark and I&amp;nbsp; are both still&amp;nbsp;kids at heart and I guess that is why I love Christmas so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7541582581061070661?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7541582581061070661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7541582581061070661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7541582581061070661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7541582581061070661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1925180874894509385</id><published>2010-11-07T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:34:46.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Wedding. . .</title><content type='html'>The Wedding was great!&amp;nbsp; Just fit the couple getting married.&amp;nbsp; They love their sports.&amp;nbsp; The men looked dapper in their tux and the ladies looked lovely in their dresses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The men came out of the first base dugout and stood down the first base line.&amp;nbsp; The ladies came out of the third base dugout and stood down the third base line.&amp;nbsp; The groom and the preacher came from the first base dugout with a top hat and cane.&amp;nbsp; The bride came down from the stands and looked beautiful in her off white, strapless, tea length gown with a faux fur off the shoulder cape.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I must say I cry at most every wedding.&amp;nbsp; This one I did not.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think my tear ducts may have been frozen.&amp;nbsp; It was quite chilly last night sitting out in the stands of the baseball field.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here is where it gets interesting.&amp;nbsp; After the vows and the pronouncing of marriage the groomsmen and bridesmaids leave the stadium.&amp;nbsp; As they are leaving each one has a baseball that they throw out to the fans or guests of the wedding.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I caught one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We then go upstairs to the club floor for food and casino games.&amp;nbsp; That was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; Mark played craps and had the highest winnings with over $250,000++.&amp;nbsp; This was only in chips no money changed hands.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He did, however, win a prize for the highest winnings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNacGMQh-wI/AAAAAAAAANM/ju0SdR8Zb1M/s1600/HPIM2744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNacGMQh-wI/AAAAAAAAANM/ju0SdR8Zb1M/s320/HPIM2744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNacX_ER_7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/U4-rCJYGBOo/s1600/HPIM2730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNacX_ER_7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/U4-rCJYGBOo/s320/HPIM2730.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNactbxUk6I/AAAAAAAAANU/rmZaxu2mEKE/s1600/HPIM2736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNactbxUk6I/AAAAAAAAANU/rmZaxu2mEKE/s320/HPIM2736.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had the most fun at this wedding.&amp;nbsp; You just can't beat baseball and casino games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1925180874894509385?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1925180874894509385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1925180874894509385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1925180874894509385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1925180874894509385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding.html' title='The Wedding. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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/_VxUl2n-gOR8/TNacGMQh-wI/AAAAAAAAANM/ju0SdR8Zb1M/s72-c/HPIM2744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171186031681797657.post-7063353008374391024</id><published>2010-11-05T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:03:38.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Getting ready for a Wedding</title><content type='html'>One of Mark's best friends is getting married this weekend and I have nothing to wear.&amp;nbsp; What else is new right?&amp;nbsp; Well this is going to be one of the most unique weddings I have ever attended.&amp;nbsp; They are getting married at a baseball stadium.&amp;nbsp; They are saying their vows on home plate.&amp;nbsp; The bride and groom are both in to sports really big so this is really not unusual for them.&amp;nbsp; It is unusual for me.&amp;nbsp; We are going to be sitting outside in the cold for the ceremony and then inside the club floor of the stadium for the reception.&amp;nbsp; So what do I wear?&amp;nbsp; Mark said I could bring a stadium blanket to keep me warm and nobody would say anything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, here is the other cool thing.&amp;nbsp; The groomsmen all get to go on the field and play ball before the wedding and then they are getting dressed in the locker room .&amp;nbsp; This is probably the only wedding Mark has been excited about attending and being a part of, including our own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He hates all the getting dressed up hulabaloo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark's brother is going to be watching the kids for us, poor guy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, and the reception has a casino night theme.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited but, I still have nothing to wear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7063353008374391024?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7063353008374391024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7063353008374391024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7063353008374391024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7063353008374391024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-ready-for-wedding.html' title='Getting ready for a Wedding'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-20132310971488749</id><published>2010-10-30T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:18:27.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>A sports loss. . .</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard when one of our kids looses at a sport?&amp;nbsp; I don't mean for them, I mean as a parent.&amp;nbsp; Both of my boys teams lost today and I think I took it harder than they did.&amp;nbsp; Why is that?&amp;nbsp; Yes, I am competitive, but why do I get so tied up over their stuff?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I felt more sorrow over Thomas and his teams loss than I did over Jacks.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why.&amp;nbsp; Tom's little team all had tears in their eyes and I was welling up too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They just had progressed so much this year and I think all of the parents were sad too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We watched these little seven and eight year olds learn the game and really start to understand the game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I hope they will all continue to play.&amp;nbsp; Thomas will move up to tackle football next year and that is a whole other animal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Several of the boys on Tom's team will be old enough to move up and I hope that they all do.&amp;nbsp; They are all such good athletes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, my time on the football field is done I guess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't think they allow team Moms on the field in tackle football.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should be a coach?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know all the men would give me heck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-20132310971488749?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/20132310971488749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=20132310971488749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/20132310971488749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/20132310971488749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/sports-loss.html' title='A sports loss. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5791820721610864001</id><published>2010-10-30T06:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:23:22.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Dinner with Thomas. . .</title><content type='html'>Last night was crazy.&amp;nbsp; Mark went to the High School game and I was everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Jack had a party to go to and Thomas and I had to take a cake to the Church for our Women's Fellowship Fall event.&amp;nbsp; I came home after school and made my cake, now this is a homemade pound cake from scratch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the cake was done I took it out to cool and took Jack to his party.&amp;nbsp; Then came home picked up my cake to take to Church.&amp;nbsp; I will not make the Fall Event because I will be at the football field all day, actually between two fields today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the way to the Church I realized Thomas and I had not had dinner, so I asked him what he would like.&amp;nbsp; He said pizza.&amp;nbsp; That hit my hunger zone, so I agreed.&amp;nbsp; I dropped my cake off and bought my sister-in-laws white wine cake.&amp;nbsp; It is sooooo good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas had a fit for a red velvet cake that was there and one of the nice ladies at the Church said she would buy it for him.&amp;nbsp; Jo, I will get even with you for that one.&amp;nbsp; He loved it though and thank you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, off to eat Pizza, like I need that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;While we wait on our pizza Thomas and I are having a discussion about school and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They have been talking about yearbooks at school and he has been at the High School with me and heard them announce superlatives.&amp;nbsp; You know, "Best Dressed, Class Clown, Most School Spirited"&amp;nbsp; ect. . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, Thomas said, Mom I want to be the class clown.&amp;nbsp; Do you think I would get it?&amp;nbsp; The waitress was cleaning a table near by and heard this conversation, she cracked up.&amp;nbsp; Thomas then added, Mom I want do it during class I will just do it when it is play time.&amp;nbsp; Then I cracked up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just love my kids they can always make me smile and laugh when my day is sometimes not so great.&amp;nbsp; I told him yes, he could be the class clown but I would prefer him to try for something else, like most likely to succeed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After we ate we had to hurry back to pick up Jack from his party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We got home maybe an hour before Mark got home from the ballgame.&amp;nbsp; What a night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5791820721610864001?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5791820721610864001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5791820721610864001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5791820721610864001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5791820721610864001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-dinner-with-thomas.html' title='My Dinner with Thomas. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4324647072312622840</id><published>2010-10-15T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:47:24.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>If it was not for my kids. . .</title><content type='html'>If it was not for my kids I probably would have nothing to write about.&amp;nbsp; They say and do the funniest things and just crack me up.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was no exception.&amp;nbsp; I woke up not feeling&amp;nbsp;like myself&amp;nbsp;and got sick after everyone had gone to school and work.&amp;nbsp; I got up and cleaned the bathrooms and started the laundry and then got sick.&amp;nbsp; So I kinda laid around the rest of the morning thinking I would feel better.&amp;nbsp; The day seemed to fly by because the next thing I knew the kids were bounding through the door.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was football practice for both of them so we had to hit the books as soon as they got home.&lt;br /&gt;They worked on the their homework and got a snack and I still did not feel right.&amp;nbsp; They finished everything up and got dressed for practice.&amp;nbsp; Mark took them both and I went over later to pick Thomas up.&amp;nbsp; His practice ends before Jacks.&amp;nbsp; I always like to get Thomas home and in the shower before Jack gets home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After Tom's shower he came downstairs to have a snack before bed.&amp;nbsp; He asked how I was feeling and I told him I still did not feel just right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He said, "Mommy I wish I could be sick instead of you.&amp;nbsp; You always take such good care of us when we don't feel well.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could do that for you and make you feel better."&amp;nbsp; I just about cried.&amp;nbsp; I ran over to him and hugged him real big.&amp;nbsp; I told him that he had just made me feel 100% better.&amp;nbsp; Just when you think nothing you say or do is sinking in, the least one gives you a glimmer of hope.&amp;nbsp; That is God letting you know not to give up&amp;nbsp; and letting you see a glimpse of the fruit of your labor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4324647072312622840?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4324647072312622840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4324647072312622840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4324647072312622840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4324647072312622840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-it-was-not-for-my-kids.html' title='If it was not for my kids. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-922955116460413086</id><published>2010-10-11T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:20:28.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>From the mouth of my youngest, Thomas. . .</title><content type='html'>After football practice we rush home to get baths and get ready for bed.&amp;nbsp; I am usually able to get Thomas home first since Jack's practice is a little longer.&amp;nbsp; One day last week Thomas was in the shower,&amp;nbsp; he is at that stage where if I get the water started he can do everything else himself, I hear him yelling Mommy, Mommy I have a hair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I ran upstairs to see what all the yelling was about and praying I had heard him wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I came in the bathroom and asked what was wrong.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Mommy I have a&amp;nbsp;hair under my arm."&amp;nbsp; I said, &amp;nbsp;really?&amp;nbsp; I knew he was still too young for that, he barely has hair on his legs.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He said, "yes Mommy and you're not cutting it either.&amp;nbsp; You can cut any others I get, but I am keeping this one."&amp;nbsp; Well, you can imagine my response, I just about fell in the floor laughing.&amp;nbsp; I simply replied, Thomas boys don't shave under their arms only girls do.&amp;nbsp; He said, "oh, well I am keeping this one and I am going to name him Elmer."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After further inspection he realized it was meerly a fuzzy from his washcloth and not a hair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He seemed terribly disappointed and deep down I was doing cartwheels.&amp;nbsp; I am not ready for puberty and certainly not ready for Thomas to hit puberty.&amp;nbsp; Something tells me the whole neighborhood will know when he hits it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-922955116460413086?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/922955116460413086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=922955116460413086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/922955116460413086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/922955116460413086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-mouth-of-my-youngest-thomas.html' title='From the mouth of my youngest, Thomas. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5179646857142338540</id><published>2010-10-05T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:41:28.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Deer. . .</title><content type='html'>On our way home one night last week from football practice I realized why I drive an SUV.&amp;nbsp; I was only 200 yards from our development and a deer ran out in front of us.&amp;nbsp; It was a big pretty buck, at least a six pointer.&amp;nbsp; I could see him in the shadows off to my right and I prayed he would not run out.&amp;nbsp; He did and I could not stop fast enough and we hit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hit him full broad side and his back was level with my hood.&amp;nbsp; It was me and the kids in the car, Mark was out of town.&amp;nbsp; I have never been in an accident before nor have I ever hit anything so I was a little shaken up.&amp;nbsp; My air bags did not go off thank goodness and I drove home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kids jumped out of the car to see what kind of damage was done and I prayed there would not be any deer pieces stuck to my grill or anything gross like that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was a fare amount of damage to my front end.&amp;nbsp; I did not know what to do so I called my brother-in-law and he said I had to report it to the county.&amp;nbsp; I called them and they said I had to report it to the Highway patrol.&amp;nbsp; So I called them and a trooper came to the house that night to right up a report.&amp;nbsp; I then called my insurance agent.&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend if you do not do have your insurance with a company where you have an agent that is close by that you change insurance before you have an accident.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that my agent is a hands on kinda guy.&amp;nbsp; He has walked me through this whole ordeal and taken the pressure off me especially since this all happened while Mark was out of town.&amp;nbsp; He got me a loner car and my truck is at the shop and&amp;nbsp; he even came to my house&amp;nbsp; when I called the insurance company to make an official report.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what is going to happen to my big red machine but I feel sure the good Lord above is watching out for us or it would have been worse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am also thankful that I was in my big red machine and not a little car.&amp;nbsp; This deer was big and if a car had hit him I really believe it would have come through the windshield.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5179646857142338540?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5179646857142338540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5179646857142338540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5179646857142338540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5179646857142338540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/deer.html' title='The Deer. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6108742969369397960</id><published>2010-09-29T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:32:23.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Root Canal. . .</title><content type='html'>I have had a root canal before but it has been at least a year maybe two.&amp;nbsp; I have had an infection in this tooth and was in quite a bit of pain up until this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I had been taking strong pain meds so that I could sleep through the night.&amp;nbsp; Since Mark is working I asked my neighbor and good friend to drive me to the endodontist&amp;nbsp; ?(sp) today.&amp;nbsp; I took one of my stronger pain meds as a precaution.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would knock some of the edge off.&amp;nbsp; Well, it did that but it also made me quite chatty.&amp;nbsp; I was talking up a storm with the office staff and the nurses and my friend too.&amp;nbsp; I know you guys probably think what else is new.&amp;nbsp; Well I was talking more today than normal.&amp;nbsp; I confessed to the staff that I had taken this pain med and they understood and said it was probably a good idea.&amp;nbsp; The did not have to use the gas and I did not have to get as many shots as I have had in the past.&amp;nbsp; At least I did not think they gave me as many.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After my procedure I was feeling no pain at all.&amp;nbsp; Between the pain meds I had taken and the shots they gave me I was pretty happy.&amp;nbsp; Weeks before all this I had promised my friend that I would take her to Mark's cousin's jewelry shop which was right around the corner from my doctor's office.&amp;nbsp; As we were walking to the car I asked if she wanted to go.&amp;nbsp; She of course asked if I felt like it or not.&amp;nbsp; I told her I was feeling no pain and that it would be fun.&amp;nbsp; So off I go, feeling like I had a mouth full of cotton but in no pain, to the jewelry shop.&amp;nbsp; My friend was looking for those Pandora bracelets that everyone&amp;nbsp;has been raging over.&amp;nbsp; She was shopping for Christmas for a couple of her friends.&amp;nbsp; Now my friend is on the right track, working on her shopping through the year and not waiting to the last minute like&amp;nbsp;I sometimes do.&amp;nbsp; So back to the bracelets, she&amp;nbsp;was able to get her bracelets and things at a much more reasonable price than most of the local jewelry places around here.&amp;nbsp; Of course Mark's cousin saw that I was a bit incapacitated and&amp;nbsp;wanted to show me his new diamonds he had just gotten in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess he thought I might have been an easy mark.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; Normally I would have been but, I&amp;nbsp;showed&amp;nbsp;great restraint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6108742969369397960?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6108742969369397960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6108742969369397960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6108742969369397960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6108742969369397960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/root-canal.html' title='The Root Canal. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4592003017978514094</id><published>2010-09-05T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T07:09:48.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First full week of school. . .</title><content type='html'>The boys had a pretty good week.&amp;nbsp; The each had their share of homework to do.&amp;nbsp; Thomas is having to work more on reading comprehension this year and I am not sure he is ready.&amp;nbsp; He likes to read or at least he does not mind it so much but he does not retain what he has read very well.&amp;nbsp; Jack's group seems to be concentrating on math more this year.&amp;nbsp; Jack has done well, thus far, in school but I don't think he has been challenged.&amp;nbsp; He likes his teacher this year he said she is very funny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The teacher called the other night to see how Jack was doing and to see if I had any questions and I asked her about the funny.&amp;nbsp; She said she just tries to relate to the kids on their level and sometimes that means talking about boogers and snot.&amp;nbsp; I was a little shocked.&amp;nbsp; This teacher did get teacher of the year in 2006 -2007 though, so she must be doing something right and she has Jack's attention.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas came home the other day telling me that Jack's teacher had ridden their bus that day.&amp;nbsp; She had sat up in the front across from Thomas.&amp;nbsp; Thomas asked her if she was Jack's teacher she told him she was and he replied, "I feel your pain for having him in your class.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am his brother and I feel your pain."&amp;nbsp; You can imagine what she must have been thinking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is never a dull moment in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4592003017978514094?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4592003017978514094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4592003017978514094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4592003017978514094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4592003017978514094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-full-week-of-school.html' title='First full week of school. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5422208786023833313</id><published>2010-08-27T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:22:23.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>First week of School. . .</title><content type='html'>We all survived the week.&amp;nbsp; The kids had a really good week and they both like their teachers.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!&amp;nbsp; That always makes my school year go better.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They each have friends and kids that they know in their classes and that helps too.&amp;nbsp; No real homework this week but, I have a sinking feeling about next week.&amp;nbsp; The boys are also going to be starting football practice next week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I got a bargain on lean ground beef at the meat market this week so I have browned and frozen several pounds for future meals.&amp;nbsp; Having this frozen browned meat readily available helps&amp;nbsp; with meal preparation.&amp;nbsp; I can just pull some out of the freezer and put it in the skillet it is thawed in no time and just add what ever seasonings I want.&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp;I browned it I also seasoned it with a little white wine ( of course) and some fresh garlic.&amp;nbsp; I use&amp;nbsp;those no matter what I am fixing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We also had spaghetti, baked spaghetti, tacos and hamburgers this week.&amp;nbsp; I bought a lot of lean ground beef.&amp;nbsp; Tonight we had meatloaf.&amp;nbsp; I tried a new recipe from my favorite website &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;www.allrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; I am always looking for new ways to fix meatloaf.&amp;nbsp; HA HA&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is "Glazed Meatloaf."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Those of you that know me, know that I never follow the recipe specifically I always change a few things.&amp;nbsp; For this recipe I added a little too much lemon juice to the glaze but it was still ok.&amp;nbsp; I know lemon juice?&amp;nbsp; You would not think of that being very good in a meatloaf but it was good even though I added way to much.&amp;nbsp; Any who check out the site and see what you may find for dinner tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; The point of all of this was that because we had not had something to do every night I was able to cook some pretty good meals for the family.&lt;br /&gt;Until we eat again. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5422208786023833313?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5422208786023833313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5422208786023833313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5422208786023833313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5422208786023833313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of School. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4198117350128577757</id><published>2010-08-25T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:33:21.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>No money from the tooth fairy?</title><content type='html'>Monday Jack pulled his tooth.&amp;nbsp; So Monday night he was to put his tooth in his dish for the tooth fairy.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday morning he got up and did not mention what the tooth fairy had given him.&amp;nbsp; I did not ask but Mark did.&amp;nbsp; He told his Daddy that she left him a note.&amp;nbsp; Mark looked at him funny and said, "A note, where is it?"&amp;nbsp; Jack said he had tore it up.&amp;nbsp; He did not want Thomas to see it.&amp;nbsp; We asked him what it said.&amp;nbsp; He replied, "She wrote no tooth no money."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I asked him what that meant.&amp;nbsp; He said Daddy told me to do it.&amp;nbsp; He said why don't we mess with the tooth fairy.&amp;nbsp; So instead of putting his tooth in his dish just for the tooth fairy he hid it in a puzzle box in a different spot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since his tooth was not where it was supposed to be he did not get any money.&amp;nbsp; Jack blames his Daddy for that one and so do I.&amp;nbsp; How nutty can my husband be?&amp;nbsp; Why would he tell Jack to hide his tooth?&amp;nbsp; I still have not figured that one out.&amp;nbsp; Last night as we were saying our night night prayers I asked Jack if his tooth was in his dish.&amp;nbsp; He said yes and he still insists that it is his Daddy's fault that he did not get any money the night before.&amp;nbsp; This morning when Jack got up to get ready for school he came downstairs to get breakfast and he laid a $1 bill on the kitchen table.&amp;nbsp; I asked him what the dollar was for.&amp;nbsp; He said that is what the tooth fairy gave him.&amp;nbsp; He usually gets $2.&amp;nbsp; He was quite upset that he did not get his $2 and still blames his Daddy.&amp;nbsp; Some of you may say $2, that is not much from the tooth fairy.&amp;nbsp; Well, to my kids it is a lot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our tooth fairy is frugal&amp;nbsp;and $2 is the normal fee for a tooth at out house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;or if they get more it is a pleasant surprise but they do not expect it automatically.&amp;nbsp; Now that Jack sees he can get less from the tooth fairy I think he will not try that again no matter what his Daddy tells him.&lt;br /&gt;The dish I keep referring to above is a little ceramic dish in the shape of a tooth and it has Jack's name on it.&amp;nbsp; When you take the lid off&amp;nbsp; this is written inside, "put tooth here."&amp;nbsp; Mark made this for Jack when he was just a baby.&amp;nbsp; I know Mark and ceramics?&amp;nbsp; He went with a group of nurses that he works with to this little ceramic place and did this.&amp;nbsp; He also made me a ceramic "Frito."&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4198117350128577757?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4198117350128577757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4198117350128577757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4198117350128577757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4198117350128577757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-money-from-tooth-fairy.html' title='No money from the tooth fairy?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5787654714679216109</id><published>2010-08-21T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:56:10.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>The Beach continuted . . .</title><content type='html'>Mark played in the water with the kids just about everyday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had some good waves a couple of days.&amp;nbsp; The kids played on&amp;nbsp;their boogy boards that their aunt Robbie had gotten for them.&amp;nbsp; They loved to play on them and pretend they were surfing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark had fun riding those waves too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I always got up before anyone else in the house.&amp;nbsp; That was good because I could go out on the beach for a walk before it got too terribly hot.&amp;nbsp;It also gave me a good hour of quiet time in the house to read. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed my walks in the quiet morning, &amp;nbsp;it was so peaceful.&amp;nbsp; One day when I came back from my walk Mark was up and said he wanted to go for a walk too.&amp;nbsp; So off we went.&amp;nbsp; It was really nice for us to be together for a quiet walk on the beach.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a teenager again on a first date.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to hold his hand and play in the water.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't know if he felt that way or not it is still hard to read him even after 17 years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my version of course he does feel the same.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HA&amp;nbsp; HA!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We also took walks after supper a couple of nights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the after supper walks the kids usually would go with us, at least Jack would.&amp;nbsp; Thomas is so stubborn sometimes he does not know what he is missing.&amp;nbsp; Jack was of course on the shark tooth hunt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They played cards or trippley most every night.&amp;nbsp; I don't think anyone went to bed before 10 or 11 most nights except maybe me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I went to bed before everyone every night, but&amp;nbsp; of course I was also the one up at 6:30 most mornings too.&amp;nbsp; It was a great trip and we relaxed for most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5787654714679216109?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5787654714679216109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5787654714679216109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5787654714679216109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5787654714679216109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-continuted.html' title='The Beach continuted . . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4155934033411152887</id><published>2010-08-17T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:16:35.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>Yeah, we are home from the beach.&amp;nbsp; We had not been in three years so it was nice to get away.&amp;nbsp; We rented a house on the beach for the whole family.&amp;nbsp; It was great!&amp;nbsp; I think a week may be too long for my kids though.&amp;nbsp; Thomas was ready to go home after a couple of days.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Mommy is it time to go home?&amp;nbsp; I have been in the water, I have played in the sand, we played put put, and we have eaten out.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it time to go?"&amp;nbsp; I told him no, that we still had several days left to play in the sand and the ocean.&amp;nbsp; That child has his check list and once he has done everything on his list he is done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Any suggestions on how to get over that?&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to the Aquarium and I got to go shopping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That is a definite advantage to staying with family you have to do what they want to do.&amp;nbsp; Since they insisted on going shopping I had to go.&amp;nbsp; Ho hummm.&amp;nbsp; Poor me all the outlets in the world and I had to go through them all.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; Shhhhhhh, don't tell Mark.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The men got to go deep sea fishing though so don't feel sorry for them at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They went out on a head boat for most of the day deep sea fishing the day before we hit all the outlets.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mark and the kids&amp;nbsp;have started a family tradition of collecting sharks teeth.&amp;nbsp; Mark and his dad collected them over the years and Mark has a jar full of them.&amp;nbsp; So he started that tradition with our kids.&amp;nbsp; They now have a good start to their own jar of sharks teeth.&amp;nbsp; Mark and Jack walked the beach looking for these tiny treasures and they both were very excited each time they found one.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that will be something Jack and Thomas will pass to their kids as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4155934033411152887?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4155934033411152887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4155934033411152887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4155934033411152887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4155934033411152887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6702222437125841765</id><published>2010-08-07T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:47:36.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Anyone need an Electrician? ?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have the number for you.&amp;nbsp; With the storms that came through the other day the lightning blew out one of our circuits in our basement.&amp;nbsp; Of course it would be the one that our freezer runs on.&amp;nbsp; Now we don't keep a lot of stuff in our freezer but enough that with no power it would be a mess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So off I go to find an electrician.&amp;nbsp; Now I always look for those that are associated with the BBB and I check their ratings.&amp;nbsp; I do however, depend on others opinions too.&amp;nbsp; I also called our insurance agent to get his recommendation.&amp;nbsp; He gave me the name and number of a local small business.&amp;nbsp; I like small business folks too.&amp;nbsp; They are the ones that are still concerned about customer service and satisfaction.&amp;nbsp; I like that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I went with the gentleman that my insurance agent recommended.&amp;nbsp; The poor guy did not get here until 9:00 last night.&amp;nbsp; He was working several urgent calls and worked us in.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate that so very much.&amp;nbsp; Here is the sigh of relief, &amp;nbsp;it did not cost me an arm and a leg and it was a simple fix.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My freezer is still working and no loss of food.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This nice fellow was not associated with the BBB but if he was I am sure he would have an A+ rating.&amp;nbsp; If anyone needs his number shoot me an email.&amp;nbsp; And no I do not get kick backs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just think we have to look out for each other and if we know someone that is reliable then we should let others know about them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6702222437125841765?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6702222437125841765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6702222437125841765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6702222437125841765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6702222437125841765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/anyone-need-electrician.html' title='Anyone need an Electrician? ?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4869625319335137205</id><published>2010-08-03T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:16:01.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Yahoo!!!  School is about to begin. . .</title><content type='html'>Yes, I love my kids but, it is time for them to go back to school.&amp;nbsp; Ya hooooooo!!!&amp;nbsp; Ok I will try to maintain some dignity.&amp;nbsp; Sorry for the yelling.&amp;nbsp; It has been a hard summer.&amp;nbsp; We did not get to the pool like we wanted to this year.&amp;nbsp; Both of my heat pumps went out within a week of each other.&amp;nbsp; So if anyone needs to know a good reliable company to work on your heat pump call me.&amp;nbsp; I had two different companies work on mine and I prefer the later of the two.&amp;nbsp; I will not go in to detail but email me and I can give you the number of the good one.&amp;nbsp; The Lord was watching out for us though because they did not go out on the hottest days this summer.&amp;nbsp; So it was not as bad as it could have been.&amp;nbsp; Then my toilets all started acting funny and the boys toilet flooded their bathroom.&amp;nbsp; So if you need a plumber I have that number too.&amp;nbsp; Life is funny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have planned a date with my neighbor when the kids go back to school.&amp;nbsp; I told her if she perked the coffee I would bring the pound cake and we could have a nice quiet chat.&amp;nbsp; Things have been so crazy we have not talked much this summer.&amp;nbsp; It will be nice when things get back on schedule again.&amp;nbsp; My kids need their sleep and this going to bed at 9:30 and 10:00 is not good.&amp;nbsp; Starting next week we get back on school schedule.&amp;nbsp; I know that will be a&amp;nbsp;hard one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4869625319335137205?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4869625319335137205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4869625319335137205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4869625319335137205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4869625319335137205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/yahoo-school-is-about-to-begin.html' title='Yahoo!!!  School is about to begin. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-8244264960720429636</id><published>2010-07-26T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:44:15.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Date Night. . .</title><content type='html'>Mark's niece came to babysit the boys on Saturday so Mark and I could go out on the town.&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; We debated over where to eat and what movie to see and ended up eating at a local little Italian restaurant and not going to the movies.&amp;nbsp; We were both tired, Mark had worked in the yard all morning and&amp;nbsp; I went to Women's Football camp at Wake Forest University.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I went to football camp.&amp;nbsp; One of my friends and I try to go every year.&amp;nbsp; It is really kinda cool, they take you out on the field and run you through drills just like they do the players.&amp;nbsp; They have to explain more to us though.&amp;nbsp; We don't put on the pads and heavy equipment but we do learn to block, tackle and run with the football.&amp;nbsp; It is pretty neat.&amp;nbsp; You know that Saturday was going to be&amp;nbsp;around 97 and on the turf you add at least 10 more degrees.&amp;nbsp; My friend and I decided at the last minute we would do the indoor stuff this year.&amp;nbsp; They offer two options; you can go out on the field and run drills or you can stay inside and the coaches go over each position.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I always feel like I learn something new each time I go.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;They always feed us really well too.&amp;nbsp; They give out door prizes and this time my friend won two tickets to one of the games.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!&amp;nbsp; They always give us a t-shirt or a bag and this year we got a really cool canvas bag for participating.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The money we pay for registration goes to a childrens' charity.&amp;nbsp; It is a nominal fee to participate and like I said they feed you really well and then send you out on the field and make you puke.&amp;nbsp; HA HA&amp;nbsp; just kidding about the puking part.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Back to out hot date.&amp;nbsp; We ended up going to a store called the "Hobby Lobby."&amp;nbsp; We walked around in there to let our food settle and&amp;nbsp; then went for ice cream.&amp;nbsp; We did not go to the movies.&amp;nbsp; Are we old or what?&amp;nbsp; There was really nothing out that we wanted to see that the kids did not want to see too.&amp;nbsp; That is one of our family things, to go to the movies together.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot out for the kids to see too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So much for "Date Night."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-8244264960720429636?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8244264960720429636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=8244264960720429636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8244264960720429636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8244264960720429636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/date-night.html' title='Date Night. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7117045884705046204</id><published>2010-07-19T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:23:36.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Back from Camp. . .</title><content type='html'>The boys made it back from camp finally.&amp;nbsp; Jack stayed a week and Thomas stayed one night.&amp;nbsp; Thomas was only supposed to stay for two nights but on that second night he called and was "homesick."&amp;nbsp; They took him to the nurse and so now he thinks that "homesick" is a real sickness.&amp;nbsp; Any advice on this one?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark was surprised that he stayed the one night.&amp;nbsp; I really thought he would be able to make it for two.&amp;nbsp; Our preachers son was his counselor and they get along really well.&amp;nbsp; I guess I thought because he was there that Thomas would be ok.&amp;nbsp; I guess sometimes only Mom and Dad will do.&amp;nbsp; I felt rather sorry for his counselor having to deal with all this.&amp;nbsp; I am sure he learned a lot about dealing with kids this trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas is a master when it comes to getting what he wants.&amp;nbsp; Not in a bad way but he has those dark brown eyes and he knows how to use them.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine the show he put on up there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark and I got almost 24 hours kids free this time.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit it was very quiet at my house and I kinda missed the little buggers.&amp;nbsp; Shhhh, don't let them know that though.&amp;nbsp; It is kinda strange not being able to talk with your kids every day.&amp;nbsp; They were not allowed cell phones or video games or anything like that.&amp;nbsp; I mailed Jack a couple of letters and I think he liked getting some mail.&amp;nbsp; So he got to hear from me but I did not get to hear back from him.&amp;nbsp; It was strange.&lt;br /&gt;We got the call to pick Thomas up late so by the time we reached camp it was almost 10pm.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a thief in the night stealing my child away.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would get there and he would be cowering in the corner crying and really upset.&amp;nbsp; Well, to my surprise, he was laying in the floor playing with his cabin mates.&amp;nbsp; Not crying or upset.&amp;nbsp; I guess he knew we were on our way up there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He told the lady that was over the camp he would come back next year and maybe he would stay for three days.&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; She was really nice and said they had, had a few kids that left early this time.&amp;nbsp; I guess he is still young to be staying away from home like that.&amp;nbsp; Jack didn't go the first time he could have because we did not know about it in time to get him signed up so I guess Jack was a year older the first time he went.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack can make friends with anyone so being alone with a bunch of other kids does not phase him one bit.&amp;nbsp; He is my little social butterfly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Now we are preparing for Football camp.&amp;nbsp; Mark asked Thomas if he wanted to go to Football camp and Thomas said, "No."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think he may think it is another sleep away camp.&amp;nbsp; It is not.&amp;nbsp; It is only a day camp.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I may have traumatized him without knowing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7117045884705046204?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7117045884705046204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7117045884705046204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7117045884705046204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7117045884705046204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-from-camp.html' title='Back from Camp. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5799853438274493002</id><published>2010-07-16T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:09:25.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A walk down Memory lane. . .</title><content type='html'>Mark and I met while working together in a local laboratory.&amp;nbsp; We ran a blood test together.&amp;nbsp; He was my superior, while we were at work.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; He was the senior lab tech on this particular test.&amp;nbsp; So I had to follow his instructions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I got this job right out of College.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was interviewing for this job while I was still in school.&amp;nbsp; It was third shift and my folks were not very happy with me about that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because it was a third shift position I had to interview with the shift supervisor during his regular shift.&amp;nbsp; I drove from school to be at my interview at midnight.&amp;nbsp; That was strange.&amp;nbsp; My parents were&amp;nbsp;still not happy about all this.&amp;nbsp; I told them the reason they did all this on third shift was so that the doctors offices would have their blood results by the next morning to treat their patients.&amp;nbsp; Where I grew up third shift meant you worked in the mill.&amp;nbsp; Once my folks got over the third shift thing all was ok.&lt;br /&gt;After my interview the night manager took me around and introduced me to everyone and also introduced me to Mark (hubby).&amp;nbsp; When we met it was a little strange but I knew when we shook hands there was something there.&amp;nbsp; I felt my heart fall to the floor and it was hard to breathe.&amp;nbsp; I know it sounds silly but it is true.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited about working.&amp;nbsp; I could not believe I was going to have a job that related to my degree.&amp;nbsp; So many of my friends were not working in their area of expertise.&amp;nbsp; I was also excited to have a job of any kind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I felt like an adult.&amp;nbsp; I was going to work and I had my own place with a roommate of course.&amp;nbsp; One of my friends from College was working at the lab too and she needed a roommate.&amp;nbsp; So that worked out great.&amp;nbsp; I noticed that when I would talk to the folks at work they really listened to what I had to say.&amp;nbsp; That made me feel good.&amp;nbsp; They paid attention to me and always looked me in the eye.&amp;nbsp; That impressed me.&amp;nbsp; Here I thought wow, they really care about what I am saying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I did not realize what a prankster (Mark) I was getting involved with.&amp;nbsp; I can't tell&amp;nbsp; many of them or he might get in trouble but let's just say there was never a dull moment in the lab when he worked.&amp;nbsp; I found out years after the fact that Mark had told everyone that I had a glass eye.&amp;nbsp; So when I thought everyone was really paying attention to what I had to say, was in fact them trying to figure out which eye was glass.&amp;nbsp; We had a rocky start to our relationship.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He had his views on things and I had mine.&amp;nbsp;He was always&amp;nbsp;putting his foot in&amp;nbsp;his mouth. &amp;nbsp;There was this poor young lady that worked behind glass next to us and we had to go in there to get our samples.&amp;nbsp; I call her a poor young lady because she had to listen to all of our troubles.&amp;nbsp; Mark and I both confided in her about our relationship.&amp;nbsp; Like I said we had a rocky start.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am very head strong and set in my ways.&amp;nbsp; Even then I was set in my ways.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark was just crazy.&amp;nbsp; He had made the comment one night that Women were inferior to Men.&amp;nbsp; Well, that flew all over me and the rest of the ladies that worked in the lab.&amp;nbsp; We had not officially started dating yet and at the rate he was going we might not.&amp;nbsp; This is what poor Sally behind the glass had to listen to all the time.&amp;nbsp; I would go and fuss about Mark and Mark would go and fuss about me.&amp;nbsp; Finally we were going to go out.&amp;nbsp; We were going to a concert.&amp;nbsp; It was a rock concert.&amp;nbsp; I had never been to a concert before so this was new for me.&amp;nbsp; I will be honest I did not like it at all.&amp;nbsp; I put on a good show though because I did not want to hurt Marks' feelings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Later that week Mark and I were at work and having a discussion over something and our manager came over and said why don't ya'll just date you argue like you're married anyway.&amp;nbsp; I piped up and said we had already been on a date.&amp;nbsp; I was referring to the concert.&amp;nbsp; Mark broke in and said that no, we had not been on a date.&amp;nbsp; I looked very surprised, and asked what?&amp;nbsp; You can imagine the conversation that ensued.&amp;nbsp; I simply told him that he need not worry about ever asking me out on a date that it would not happen.&amp;nbsp; I was so angry.&amp;nbsp; What did he consider a date?&amp;nbsp; He picked me up, he paid for everything, and he took me home.&amp;nbsp; Date?&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; According to MARK, it was not a date.&amp;nbsp; Poor Sally got to listen to all this for several weeks.&amp;nbsp; I was dead set we would not be dating.&amp;nbsp; Well, I gave in and we went on a date.&amp;nbsp; Well, what Mark considers a date.&amp;nbsp; We went to dinner and then on a horse drawn carriage ride around town.&amp;nbsp; This was truly a date.&amp;nbsp; I cannot tell you how excited I was to do the horse drawn carriage thing.&amp;nbsp; It was so romantic.&amp;nbsp; So now&amp;nbsp; 19 years later we are still together.&amp;nbsp; I guess he has done some things right.&amp;nbsp; We still argue over the date thing though.&amp;nbsp; I will never understand that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5799853438274493002?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5799853438274493002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5799853438274493002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5799853438274493002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5799853438274493002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down Memory lane. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-487447988577205285</id><published>2010-07-09T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:24:07.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>The Three Hour Tour. . .</title><content type='html'>So we had one of our little day trips yesterday with the kids.&amp;nbsp; We went in tubes down the New River.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice.&amp;nbsp; We signed up for a two hour trip that turned into a three hour trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This was fine with all of us, of course.&amp;nbsp; I had never been tubing before.&amp;nbsp; We had so much fun and the water was really cool.&amp;nbsp; There were times when we had to get out of our tube and walk because the water was down.&amp;nbsp; It has not rained in a month, but that was fine with us.&amp;nbsp; Jack got to&amp;nbsp; look for rocks and anything else that might be floating in the river.&amp;nbsp; Mark was looking for fish, naturally.&amp;nbsp; He said he saw about six.&amp;nbsp; We had a couple that jumped right in front of us.&amp;nbsp; That was cool.&amp;nbsp; I bought a disposable waterproof camera while we were there so I could take pictures going down the river.&amp;nbsp; I have not gotten those developed yet I will post some of those pictures later.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all had fun on this trip.&amp;nbsp; Mark and I got to relax and the kids got to play in the water and splash each other.&amp;nbsp; There were only a few spots in the river where it was over Tom's head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would recomend not wearing a good bathing suit though,&amp;nbsp;my rear end rubbed on the rocks in a couple of places.&amp;nbsp; The boys all wore t-shirts so their arms would not rub on the tubes.&amp;nbsp; Jack brought home several river rocks to add to his collection and Thomas brought home a golf ball he found.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We ended up with a three and a half hour trip.&amp;nbsp; But that was ok the guide said we were not on a timer and if we took longer than two hours that would be fine.&amp;nbsp; Once we reached the camp the kids played in the river and skipped stones till they were water logged.&lt;br /&gt;Here is your triva info of the day:&amp;nbsp; Did you know that the New River is one of two that flows North.&amp;nbsp; The other is the Nile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-487447988577205285?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/487447988577205285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=487447988577205285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/487447988577205285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/487447988577205285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-hour-tour.html' title='The Three Hour Tour. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3034492879910642203</id><published>2010-07-06T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:33:54.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>July 4th at the Lake</title><content type='html'>We actually spent July 3rd at the Lake.&amp;nbsp; We had a wonderful time; the kids played in the water and of course faught the whole time with each other and one of their older cousins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They wore themselves out.&amp;nbsp; We grilled out, of course, and had ice cream sundaes thanks to Marks' sister.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!!&amp;nbsp; She always knows what the kids like.&amp;nbsp; We ate all day long and then had ice cream on top of that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was so tired I know my kids were.&amp;nbsp; They played in the water most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We did not get home till very late and the kids stayed awake till we got home.&amp;nbsp; Of course they went right off to sleep once they got in the bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Poor little things, they were just tuckered out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;They were a bear getting them up for Church the next morning.&amp;nbsp; But, we made it.&amp;nbsp; Sunday night we sat out on our deck and had ice cream again and watched the fireworks around our neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice evening.&amp;nbsp; I had some sparklers left over from last year and so I got those out.&amp;nbsp; The kids had a ball with these sparklers that I got at the dollar store, I think.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They ran around the yard&amp;nbsp; waving their arms.&amp;nbsp; It looked like we were trying to send up smoke signals it was so smokey from those things.&amp;nbsp; The kids had fun though and that is all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3034492879910642203?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3034492879910642203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3034492879910642203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3034492879910642203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3034492879910642203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4th-at-lake.html' title='July 4th at the Lake'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3938542533486908395</id><published>2010-07-02T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:05:50.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Leaping into the 21st Century. . . at a snails pace</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have stepped into the 21st century as far as technology is concerned.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it has leaped ahead of me yet again as soon as I made my pruchase.&amp;nbsp; I mentioned in an earlier post I had been substitue teaching and learning a great deal about technology from the youth of today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I learned first that my kids are deprived when it comes to technology.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most of the kids in Middle School have cell phones, email accounts, facebook pages, and home computers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are all quite savy surfing the net too.&amp;nbsp; My kids have none of this.&amp;nbsp; I busted two kids with cell phones in one of the classes I was teaching.&amp;nbsp; I did not take their phones but I did tell them I would be leaving a note for their teacher.&amp;nbsp; I found out later I was supposed to take their phone and turn it over to the office.&amp;nbsp; When I caught them with their phones the conversation came up as to what type of phone I had.&amp;nbsp; I hated to tell them that I had only within the last two years gotten one with a camera.&amp;nbsp; They had a big laugh about that one.&amp;nbsp; Their phones all had the latest technology; email, camera, text, even GPS.&amp;nbsp; Now I ask you, what does a Middle Schooler need a GPS for?&amp;nbsp; What does a Middle Schooler need a phone for at school?&amp;nbsp; I went through middle, high school and even college with out a cell phone or even a computer and I turned out ok.&amp;nbsp; Well, that is subjective I know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The phone I&amp;nbsp;recently purchased does have all the gadgets and some I don't even know how to operate.&amp;nbsp; I guess I&amp;nbsp;should let&amp;nbsp;Jack&amp;nbsp;look at it and maybe he could teach me how to use&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp; My husband still refuses to text or any of that stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His co-workers all text but he refuses.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;will read what you send but do&amp;nbsp;not expect a reply.&amp;nbsp; He says that all this texting stuff is making the spoken word and the written(hand) word obsolete.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;agree with him in some respects.&amp;nbsp; I have&amp;nbsp;seen two tween girls texting each other while sitting right beside each other.&amp;nbsp; Now that to me is odd.&amp;nbsp; This also brings up a good question about our social skills.&amp;nbsp; Are our social skills already at risk?&amp;nbsp; Think about when you shop; does the cahier make eye contact, do they smile and say thank you?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Has all this technology really helped us that much?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stepped in just recently with my&amp;nbsp; cell phone.&amp;nbsp; I do&amp;nbsp; text sometimes.&amp;nbsp; I text my niece's just to let them know I am thinking about them and to check on them from time to time.&amp;nbsp; I do, however, text in full sentences.&amp;nbsp; I do not shorten things to only letters.&amp;nbsp; I guess I am that old dog you can't teach new tricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3938542533486908395?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3938542533486908395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3938542533486908395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3938542533486908395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3938542533486908395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaping-into-21st-century-at-snails.html' title='Leaping into the 21st Century. . . at a snails pace'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1139997953321485968</id><published>2010-06-19T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:32:31.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mark's Garden</title><content type='html'>We have been enjoying fruits of our labors with Mark's garden.&amp;nbsp; He doubled it this year compared to last year.&amp;nbsp; I have eaten&amp;nbsp; loads of broccoli and pea pods.&amp;nbsp; I found a really good oriental/Thai recipe at &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;http://www.allrecipes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; that uses broccoli and pea pods.&amp;nbsp; I have made it twice this season with things out of our garden.&amp;nbsp; My husband has become quite the farmer.&amp;nbsp; I love this website because you can give them ingredients that you have and they will give you different recipes that you can prepare with them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He is trying his hand at corn again.&amp;nbsp; We had a few ears last year but, he has planted more corn this year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas is my little corn eater.&amp;nbsp; He only likes it on the cob though.&amp;nbsp; We were at&amp;nbsp; a family get together and they had fixed cream corn off the cob and I asked Thomas if he wanted any.&amp;nbsp; He simply replied, "Can you put it back on the cob?"&amp;nbsp; I laughed and said no we can't.&amp;nbsp; He passed on the cream corn.&amp;nbsp; Mark tried potatoes this year too.&amp;nbsp; They did real well.&amp;nbsp; We had a good amount of potatoes.&amp;nbsp; They are so yummy too.&amp;nbsp; Mark also planted lettuce and he planted a mixed bag of lettuce.&amp;nbsp; So we got some that we did not really&amp;nbsp; recognize.&amp;nbsp; We had one that was really hot.&amp;nbsp; It had a kick to it after&amp;nbsp; you had eaten it.&amp;nbsp; I gave some to my Mom and my sister.&amp;nbsp; My sister said it was arugula.&amp;nbsp; I had never had arugula.&amp;nbsp; I had seen it on the cooking show but never tried it my self.&amp;nbsp; Mark liked it but, he likes hot and spicy things.&amp;nbsp; I don't really like my lettuce to be hot.&amp;nbsp; My sister took it and wrapped it around chicken breasts and baked it.&amp;nbsp; She said that was really good.&amp;nbsp; I did not try that.&amp;nbsp; I have enjoyed my peas that we have gotten this year too.&amp;nbsp; I love fresh peas raw.&amp;nbsp; When I was little I used to go get them out of the garden and eat them while I was outside playing.&amp;nbsp; They are so sweet and yummy.&amp;nbsp; I tried to get my kids to try them.&amp;nbsp; Jack did not care for them, he is my little carnivore, Thomas liked them.&amp;nbsp; He did not eat them the way I used to but he liked them.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell I am trying to add some variety to my kids diet?&amp;nbsp; That is not an easy task.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1139997953321485968?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1139997953321485968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1139997953321485968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1139997953321485968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1139997953321485968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/marks-garden.html' title='Mark&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1966384085851172575</id><published>2010-06-18T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:07:27.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>So we went to the Library yesterday just in time to sign up for their Summer Reading program.&amp;nbsp; They want the kids to read in 15 minute segments.&amp;nbsp; Every 15 minutes they read they color in a picture and as they are coloring in pictures they are earning prizes.&amp;nbsp; This is very managable and the kids&amp;nbsp;have to keep up with it.&amp;nbsp; Jack loves getting prizes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He read for an hour and fourty-five minutes yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Thomas read for an hour.&amp;nbsp; They both checked out their own books and are now excited about completing their coloring pages for their reading times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I give kudos to the Library for such a clever plan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All I have heard for the last several days is that you have to keep your kids reading over the summer in order to keep them learning and so they will be ready for their next grade level.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you to my local Library for a great plan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We also went to the movies to see Marmaduke.&amp;nbsp; It was really cute.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved it.&amp;nbsp; I could not believe it but we were the only ones there.&amp;nbsp; As hot as it has been I thought it would be really crowded.&amp;nbsp; Right before the movie started another gentleman and his two kids came in so it was only the six of us in this giant theater.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After the movies we headed for home so the kids could do their reading.&amp;nbsp; I have picked up a book myself to read.&amp;nbsp; I figure if I show them I am taking time to read it will also encourage them to do the same.&amp;nbsp; I will have to tell you about my book later.&amp;nbsp; Mine is purely for pleasure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1966384085851172575?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1966384085851172575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1966384085851172575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1966384085851172575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1966384085851172575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6280148897204873791</id><published>2010-06-14T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:07:23.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Day one Summer Vacation. . .</title><content type='html'>My kids slept till 9am.&amp;nbsp; Yahoooooo!!!&amp;nbsp; I didn't of course.&amp;nbsp; For some reason I could not sleep today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Normally I could have and would have pleaded to have slept that long.&amp;nbsp; Today we have been lazy bones, staying in our jammies till two.&amp;nbsp; I did make the boys help me with laundry and do some reading.&amp;nbsp; I have decided I am tired of the huffing and puffing when I ask&amp;nbsp; them to do something so, I have been making them do push ups when they start.&amp;nbsp; I can't really tell if it has helped&amp;nbsp;just yet.&amp;nbsp; They are getting very good at their push ups though.&amp;nbsp; Jack can knock out 20 in a snap with perfect form.&amp;nbsp; Thomas&amp;nbsp;takes a little longer.&amp;nbsp; I figure they will either be the best mannered boys in town or they will have arms like&amp;nbsp;"the Rock."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am just so tired of the sassy mouth they have at times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I figure the push ups will help them get ready for football this fall too.&lt;br /&gt;We are officailly done with baseball and on the last game of the season Thomas hit a home run.&amp;nbsp; A legitimate home run, out to right center.&amp;nbsp; He brought in 2 runs with that hit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was so excited and so was everyone else.&amp;nbsp; He had been in a bit of a hitting slump.&amp;nbsp; What a way to come out of it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was trying to video tape it.&amp;nbsp; I got the hit and him running to first base then all you see is the chain link fence and you hear me screaming run!&amp;nbsp; I then pick him back up again running from third base home.&amp;nbsp; I did get him crossing home plate with his hands over his head jumping up and down.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty funny.&amp;nbsp; I am glad I have that though.&amp;nbsp; I have one of Jack when he played t-ball and he is floating around the bases like a butterfly, flapping his arms.&amp;nbsp; That one I think I will show when he is in High School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6280148897204873791?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6280148897204873791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6280148897204873791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6280148897204873791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6280148897204873791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-one-summer-vacation.html' title='Day one Summer Vacation. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-8790534258916877679</id><published>2010-06-11T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:25:28.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>First Anual Crater Water Balloon Fight. . .</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read it right.&amp;nbsp; I decided that I would engage in&amp;nbsp; a water balloon fight with my kids.&amp;nbsp; Today was their last day of school and I thought this would be a good release.&amp;nbsp; I helped do the water balloons for the class party yesterday and the kids had so much fun I figured why not.&lt;br /&gt;I left 4 balloons filled up on the porch with a note telling the kids to each take two and meet me in the back yard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I heard them at the door I ran outside to surprise them.&amp;nbsp; Boy were they surprised.&amp;nbsp; I lay in wait to ambush them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had about 40 balloons that we threw like crazy at each other.&amp;nbsp; They are not as fragile as I thought they would be, the balloons I mean.&amp;nbsp; Some did not bust when they hit you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Our Summer is off to a loud start.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The boys are so glad to be out of school.&amp;nbsp; Thomas has&amp;nbsp;a game tonight and then a make up game tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Then we will be officailly lazy summer folks.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-8790534258916877679?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8790534258916877679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=8790534258916877679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8790534258916877679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8790534258916877679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-anual-crater-water-balloon-fight.html' title='First Anual Crater Water Balloon Fight. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6133574571107581966</id><published>2010-06-10T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:47:45.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Gearing up for Summer</title><content type='html'>Well, as school comes to a close, we look forward to a long lazy summer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My kids are looking forward to being able to sleep in and stay in their pjs' longer.&amp;nbsp; They love to lounge in their jammies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Other than Mark getting up to go to work I to might get to sleep in.&amp;nbsp; Huh?&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; Something tells me it will snow mid July before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has already decided he wants to do art camp this summer.&amp;nbsp; Thomas has said no thanks to that one.&amp;nbsp; They will both go to our Church camp.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This will be&amp;nbsp;the first time&amp;nbsp;at sleep away camp for Thomas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jack has already invited my Mom,&amp;nbsp;Sister and the girls to go gem mining again with us.&amp;nbsp; I do believe I have a little treasure hunter on my hands.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We will also be spending some time at the local Library to keep our reading up to speed.&amp;nbsp; Jack is also a book hound.&amp;nbsp; He does not like checking out from the Library he wants to own them all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He owns several different series that he has read.&amp;nbsp; His Daddy is like that too.&amp;nbsp; Mark has a collection of Stephen King that is incredible.&amp;nbsp; He even has some that he published under another name.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I collect cook books, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting more regularly this summer to keep everyone up to date.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So check by and see what we are up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6133574571107581966?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6133574571107581966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6133574571107581966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6133574571107581966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6133574571107581966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/gearing-up-for-summer.html' title='Gearing up for Summer'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7195777481298898201</id><published>2010-06-09T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T06:30:59.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the long gap. . .</title><content type='html'>Our house has been crazy.&amp;nbsp; Sorry for such a long gap in posts.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; hope with summer fast approaching that I will be able to do better with my posting.&amp;nbsp; The boys have been playing baseball like crazy this year.&amp;nbsp; They both have improved greatly.&amp;nbsp; It is rather funny that they both had a hitting slump at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully they are both on their way out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thomas hit a home run last night, 3 RBIs' and a single and I did not get to see it.&amp;nbsp; I was across town at Jack's game.&amp;nbsp; Both teams got beat.&amp;nbsp; Jack has begun pitching and has really gotten very good at it.&amp;nbsp; I think anyway.&amp;nbsp; Of course you all know I am a little bias.&amp;nbsp; That is a mom's perogative you know.&amp;nbsp; Last night Jack pitched the last two inings and did quite well.&amp;nbsp; He struck two kids out.&amp;nbsp; When he is not pitching he plays third base.&amp;nbsp; At third last night he made a great play (what else would I call it) and got the kid out at first.&lt;br /&gt;We have been consumed by baseball but our season is winding down.&amp;nbsp; We have been playing for a different group and it has been a good experience.&amp;nbsp; They only play an hour&amp;nbsp; on school nights and we rarely have Satruday games.&amp;nbsp; I think Jack has had one Saturday game and Thomas had one scheduled as a make up game.&amp;nbsp; This leaves us free to play on Satruday as a family which is great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Our Summer is going to be crazy too.&amp;nbsp; Why shouldn't it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have lots of things planned so I will be blogging to keep everyone up to date.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my time as a substitute teacher this year too.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed working at the High School.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be more difficult than Middle School but it was not.&amp;nbsp; I think next year I will get to work even more since they know me.&amp;nbsp; I learned a lot during this time too.&lt;br /&gt;I am finishing up my 40 week Bible study.&amp;nbsp; It has been an experience.&amp;nbsp; I have learned&amp;nbsp; a lot about my self and my&amp;nbsp; relationship with God.&amp;nbsp; I am in the process of writing my "Rule of Life."&amp;nbsp; This is part of our program.&amp;nbsp; This is to be the way we want to&amp;nbsp; live our life.&amp;nbsp; The rules by which we will guide ourselves to live a more Christian life.&amp;nbsp; Like I said, I have learned a lot.&amp;nbsp; I do think I have a better relationship with God and I think I have grown as a person during this time too.&amp;nbsp; My kids are learning too.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp; see me reading my Bible and studying it and they have also been doing that at night before they go to bed.&amp;nbsp; Jack has always been interested in the Bible and since I got him a new one that is written more in lauguage that he can understand he is reading more and more everyday.&amp;nbsp; Thomas on the other hand, has just gotten started reading his.&amp;nbsp; He likes it though, he also likes reading it to me.&amp;nbsp; Jacks' Bible is "God's Word for Boys"&amp;nbsp; it is an adveture Bible.&amp;nbsp; The one I got for Thomas is also an adventrue Bible and is more for his age.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So my Bible study has benefited everyone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how things work out?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7195777481298898201?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7195777481298898201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7195777481298898201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7195777481298898201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7195777481298898201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry-for-long-gap.html' title='Sorry for the long gap. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-491738140330775647</id><published>2010-04-27T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:01:34.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Sweet Patches. . .</title><content type='html'>Patches was my dear sweet horse that I practically grew up with.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp; passed away on Easter Sunday.&amp;nbsp; What a day to go.&amp;nbsp; He was nearly 40years old and as my sister reminded me he only had one bad day in all&amp;nbsp; those 40 years.&amp;nbsp; My sister and I grew up riding horses and showing all the time.&amp;nbsp; That was a family thing with us.&amp;nbsp; We have shown everywhere.&amp;nbsp; We always ended up in Raleigh at the State Fair.&amp;nbsp; My Daddy always joked that Patches was the only horse he knew that would get a check every year from the Fair.&amp;nbsp; When Janice and I showed we usually earned some money in some of our classes.&amp;nbsp; We figured up one year back in the 80's that Patches had paid for himself several times over with all the money we had won showing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a great horse.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't much to look at but man could he ride.&amp;nbsp; He had the slowest jog of any horse ever.&amp;nbsp; He got so used to riding and showing that he knew when to jog, walk or lope&amp;nbsp; when he heard the crack of the PA system.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He has beaten horses that were professionally trained and shown.&amp;nbsp; He has beaten horses that some folks were ashamed to admit how much they had paid for their horse.&amp;nbsp; He was like a big ol teddy bear.&amp;nbsp; You could do just about anything with him.&amp;nbsp; We used to carry the flag in the local parades with him.&amp;nbsp; He never offered to bugger or balk at anything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They even used him to let the preacher at one of our shows ride in to the ring&amp;nbsp;and give the opening prayer.&amp;nbsp; Patches felt he was a little long winded so he began creeping toward the gate.&amp;nbsp; I will give it to that preacher he kept praying until the cord from the microphone ran out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode him on trails a lot.&amp;nbsp; He liked that and he knew his way around.&amp;nbsp; You could feel him going just a little faster when he was headed for the barn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you ever got lost you always&amp;nbsp; knew Patches would find his way to the barn or the trailer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My Daddy has been offered a great deal of money on many occassions for Patches, thank goodness he never accepted.&amp;nbsp; My Sisters' husband wrote a great Epitaph for Patches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Son of Patch"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Waiting Patiently at Heaven's Gate&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "When you get here, climb up in the saddle and drop the reins, I know the way&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to the barn."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Patches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-491738140330775647?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/491738140330775647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=491738140330775647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/491738140330775647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/491738140330775647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dear-sweet-patches.html' title='My Dear Sweet Patches. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2330497650279570851</id><published>2010-04-23T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:44:14.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Retreat. . .</title><content type='html'>I went on my first Youth Retreat the other weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was an eye opener to say the least.&amp;nbsp; This is my first retreat as an adult.&amp;nbsp; I went on youth retreats as a kid in the Church I grew up in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We went to our Church camp and stayed in a cabin more like a dormatory.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The ride up was very twisty turny and made me a little weak in the knees.&amp;nbsp; I don't do well on buses.&amp;nbsp; Once we arrived we unloaded the bus and picked our rooms.&amp;nbsp; I decided that the kids and I would stay in one room together.&amp;nbsp; There were four beds to a room.&amp;nbsp; I won't make that mistake again.&amp;nbsp; My kids talk in their sleep.&amp;nbsp; Jack was screaming in his sleep that first night.&amp;nbsp; I think he was fussing at Thomas but I am not really sure.&amp;nbsp; Thomas grumbles and groans in his sleep.&amp;nbsp; They were both so loud I did not sleep much.&amp;nbsp; We got up the next morning and two of our adult leaders had begun breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Now Moravians know how to eat.&amp;nbsp; They were fixing:&amp;nbsp; bacon, sausage, biscuits, sausage gravy, and cinimon rolls with a variety of cereals and fresh fruit.&amp;nbsp; Now is that a breakfast or what?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After everyone had stuffed themselves completly we were off on our mystery trip.&amp;nbsp; We drove to the Mass General Store.&amp;nbsp; If you have never been to one you should go.&amp;nbsp; It is a really neat store.&amp;nbsp; They offer a wide variety of candy at $5.99 lb.&amp;nbsp; You would have thought my kids had a blank check.&amp;nbsp; They walked in and began filling their buckets full of all sorts of junk.&amp;nbsp; They came to me and said we're ready to go, each with a bucket full.&amp;nbsp; I pulled out a few items they could keep and I told them the rest would have to go back.&amp;nbsp; What were they thinking?&amp;nbsp; We went up the road a ways and had a picnic in a park with swings and slides.&amp;nbsp; Fun was had by all.&amp;nbsp; Once we got back to the camp some of the kids&amp;nbsp; wanted to go on a hike to a grave yard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas and Jack were in this mix.&amp;nbsp; The hike was about an hour or so and pretty intense.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for the adults that had gone along and for the one older child that went.&amp;nbsp; I will call him Big Z.&amp;nbsp; Big Z was a great help that weekend with the kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have never seen that side of him at Church.&amp;nbsp; He usually very quiet and never says a whole lot to anyone.&amp;nbsp; But he took charge on the hike and took care of Thomas.&amp;nbsp; He and Thomas were first to the grave yard and the first to retrun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I did not make the hike for fear&amp;nbsp;that my back would go out.&amp;nbsp; Jack was the last one to come in from the hike.&amp;nbsp; I thought that was strange he is usually first in everything.&amp;nbsp; Well, Jack ended up getting sick that night and I had to call Mark at 9:30 to come get us.&amp;nbsp; He was not very happy but he loves us so he came.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That is true love there.&amp;nbsp; He was supposed to fish in a tournament that next day but instead he was on the road in the wee hours of the morning to pick up his sick little one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are all better now.&amp;nbsp; I think the candy got to Jack.&amp;nbsp; What a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2330497650279570851?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2330497650279570851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2330497650279570851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2330497650279570851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2330497650279570851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/youth-retreat.html' title='Youth Retreat. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-109979214141083442</id><published>2010-04-03T10:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:20:00.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Some days. . .</title><content type='html'>There are days that I feel I have not done my kids justice in their raising.&amp;nbsp; Some days I feel maybe I am to strict on them about what they eat and when they go to bed and such.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then some days like Thursday I feel it all falls in to place and maybe I did do something right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack has been taking Communion classes at Church for the past several weeks.&amp;nbsp; Thursday, Maundy Thursday, he got to take part in his&amp;nbsp; first Holly Communion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Those that know me, know that I cried through the whole service.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am sure part of it was that I was just so proud of him and the other part was the fact that we were reading about the day Jesus was crucified.&amp;nbsp; For all the days that I feel like I have been the "mean Mommy,"&amp;nbsp; I have Thursday to reflect on.&amp;nbsp; For all of those "Some days"&amp;nbsp; when I feel I can't do anything right,&amp;nbsp;I have Thursday when my baby grew in his relationship with God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thomas did not participate in the Communion classes this time but he is very interested in it now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He asked on our way home from Church on Thursday when he would get to take the classes.&amp;nbsp; I told him he may be able to when they offer it next year or so.&amp;nbsp; I was very proud of Thomas too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He followed along in the service with the reader in his book.&amp;nbsp; He even sang some of the songs.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't do that in Church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We had a very deep conversation with the boys that Thursday night.&amp;nbsp; The service opened all kinds of new questions from both of the boys.&amp;nbsp; Nights like that make me forget all of my "some days" that I feel I made my mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-109979214141083442?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/109979214141083442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=109979214141083442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/109979214141083442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/109979214141083442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-days.html' title='Some days. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7732646613504075380</id><published>2010-03-17T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:55:16.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think you don't have anything left. . .</title><content type='html'>Just when you think you don't have anything left to give anyone your little comes to you in the middle of the night and says;"Mommy I threw up."&amp;nbsp; You get up groggy eyed and don't even realize your child is standing there in the buff.&amp;nbsp; When you ask what happened your eyes finally come into focus and you realize your little is covered in puke and it hits you.&amp;nbsp; You go in to "Mom mode"&amp;nbsp; you get your child cleaned up and clean clothes to put on.&amp;nbsp; Then you go for the bedroom and wonder what will I find.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You make that march up the stairs in full battle gear, you know what I am talking about.&amp;nbsp; The paper towes, garbage bags, cleaner, ect. . .&amp;nbsp; I start the cleaning process and get the sheets ready for the laundry unfortunately this time we have two casualties of the night, a beloved black and white stuffed doggie and a red valentines bear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How will I explain their disappearance?&amp;nbsp; Maybe he won't ask?&amp;nbsp; Fat chance, that child may not remember his book bag but he knows every stuffed animal in his room.&amp;nbsp; Once all the bedding is off and in the laundry you realize the matress also has issues, so down the stairs we go and out the front door with the matress at 2am. &lt;br /&gt;Now your little one is comfortable on the couch with a trash can and beach towel beside him.&amp;nbsp; You go back and try to get some sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You jerk awake by the sound of, "Maaaahaaam&amp;nbsp; I am sick again."&amp;nbsp; You jump up and run to the aid of your sick child hoping that they made it to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; This time he makes it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You repeat this routine several more times before sun up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you have nothing left to give, God steps in and shares his grace.&amp;nbsp; He is the one that trapes up and down the stairs with you as you do that laundry all night long.&amp;nbsp; He is the one that is there with&amp;nbsp;you on your hands and knees as you clean the floor where your sick little one just did not make it to the potty.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He is the one that comforts you and gives you the strength you need when you feel you just&amp;nbsp;can't do anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7732646613504075380?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7732646613504075380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7732646613504075380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7732646613504075380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7732646613504075380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-when-you-think-you-dont-have.html' title='Just when you think you don&apos;t have anything left. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4702670712639218198</id><published>2010-03-13T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:58:07.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived the Week</title><content type='html'>I survived this week.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I want to work that many days with the Middle School.&amp;nbsp; I am sure I do not want to work on Friday.&amp;nbsp; There must have been something in the air on Friday the kids were crazy!&amp;nbsp; Not just the class that I had but all of them.&amp;nbsp; I spoke to several teachers that said their kids were crazy too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am obviously not cut out for the free roaming arts and craft classes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is March Madness?&amp;nbsp; Of course I am not sure the kids I had were that in to basketball.&amp;nbsp; It could be some other sort of madness.&amp;nbsp; I did not have as much trouble out of the Exceptional Childrens'(behavior challenged and learning disabled)&amp;nbsp;classses as I did with this art class.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough, the EC kids gave me more respect and to me they tried harder to do well.&amp;nbsp; I have worked in that class several times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Working as a substitute has given me new insight into my own children.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;have also gained new appreciation for&amp;nbsp;my own kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After working with these kids, my kids are a breeze.&amp;nbsp; Maybe this is Gods' way of telling me to lighten up on my own kids.&amp;nbsp; He may also be reminding me to appreciate what I have too.&amp;nbsp; I guess we all need those reminders from time to time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4702670712639218198?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4702670712639218198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4702670712639218198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4702670712639218198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4702670712639218198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/survived-week.html' title='Survived the Week'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2971578242670608875</id><published>2010-03-12T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:54:50.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids today ?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that makes me sound a hundred years old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been substituting at the Middle School this week for an art teacher.&amp;nbsp; Those that know me, know I have no artistic talent.&amp;nbsp; But, when the school calls you go.&amp;nbsp; So I have been teaching the art class for three days and today will be my last.&amp;nbsp; I have 6th-8th grades and I only do three classes.&amp;nbsp; You would think raising my two I could handle anything?&amp;nbsp; The 8th graders think they are above it all,&amp;nbsp; the 7th graders are testing the waters, and the 6th graders have more attititude than should be allowed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Kids have always been hard on Subs but I think these kids are like this for the teacher too.&amp;nbsp; The 8th graders threw markers and paper at the sub before me.&amp;nbsp; I was warned about them ahead of time.&amp;nbsp; So as soon as they came in I told them there would be none of that.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I had had most of them in other classes before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They knew from previous experience that I had no tolerance for that behavior.&amp;nbsp; I walked through the room with a yard stick(yeah I know I&amp;nbsp;could not use it on them but I felt safer)&amp;nbsp;and I did not leave my back to them either.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The 7th graders are just seeing what they can get away with.&amp;nbsp; They tried everything to get out of doing their work.&amp;nbsp; The 6th graders still think they are the big fish in the little pond.&amp;nbsp; What they don't realize is that they are the little fish in the big pond.&amp;nbsp; I don't think they have adjusted to being that little fish.&amp;nbsp; The girls I think are the worst.&amp;nbsp; So much attitude for such a young person.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful I have boys.&amp;nbsp; I thank the good Lord above every day for giving me my boys.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I could handle all the drama that comes along with girls.&amp;nbsp; Those that have girls, bless you, you know what I mean;&amp;nbsp; the sighing , the eye rolling, the head shaking, ect. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2971578242670608875?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2971578242670608875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2971578242670608875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2971578242670608875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2971578242670608875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids-today.html' title='Kids today ?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7392745726523600883</id><published>2010-03-04T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:04:32.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>Thomas finally lost his first tooth on Sunday at Church during lunch.&amp;nbsp; Those that know Thomas know he is a bit dramatic.&amp;nbsp; Sunday was no exception.&amp;nbsp; He bit down on, of all things a brownie, and his tooth went sideways.&amp;nbsp; It started to bleed a little and then came the crying and tears.&amp;nbsp; I told him to go to the restroom and I would help him get it out.&amp;nbsp; It was holding on by a thread.&amp;nbsp; Our fellowship building is small and the restroom is right off the dining area so I am sure everyone heard the battle.&amp;nbsp; He was not to upset till he looked in the mirror and saw the blood on his lip.&amp;nbsp; It was merely a pin point of blood but you would have thought he had seen a river of blood.&amp;nbsp; Of course the spit mixed with the blood so it appeared much more than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I washed my hands and pulled him away from the mirror so that I could see what I was doing.&amp;nbsp; It was laying sideways in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; I reached in gently and plucked it out.&amp;nbsp; His eyes got real big and he looked in the mirror and by this time there was a little more blood.&amp;nbsp; I went and got him a cup to rinse his mouth out.&amp;nbsp; He got cleaned up and came out to tell everyone about the drama.&amp;nbsp; He could not wait to tell his teacher the next day.&amp;nbsp; I think he was the only one that had not lost a tooth yet in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tooth Fairy was working over-time at our house.&amp;nbsp; Jack had lost a tooth the day before.&amp;nbsp; Jack is loosing his molars now.&amp;nbsp; Jack worried this tooth out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7392745726523600883?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7392745726523600883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7392745726523600883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7392745726523600883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7392745726523600883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-tooth.html' title='Lost Tooth'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1293498537436316863</id><published>2010-02-26T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:11:58.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Dryer. . .</title><content type='html'>We bought a new dryer.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing the things I get excited about these days.&amp;nbsp; New bedroom decor and new dryer. . .&amp;nbsp; Who would have thougt it?&amp;nbsp; So I get my new dryer yesterday and it is nice.&amp;nbsp; The old one I think was operated by little mice running on a wheel.&amp;nbsp; I could only use low heat and most loads had to be on for at the least an hour.&amp;nbsp; So this new dryer was supposed to be energy efficient and quick ect. . . &lt;br /&gt;So I did several loads of laundry yesterday and Mark comes home to check it out and the door will not shut.&amp;nbsp; I have opened and closed this thing all day and now it will not stay shut.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is now almost 6pm and I call the store to tell them of the defect and the fact I have only had the dryer for less than twelve hours.&amp;nbsp; The young man on the other end says, "You will have to call them in the morning and talk to the delivery crew so they can come out and fix it.&amp;nbsp; You will need to call them before 7am."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I agreed.&amp;nbsp; This morning I tried to call at 6:45am and guess what?&amp;nbsp; The answering service comes on and says, "Store hours are 7am -" and that is when I hung up.&amp;nbsp; So why would a sales person tell me to call before the store even begins to answer the phone.&amp;nbsp; Is this some kind of cruel joke on me?&amp;nbsp; I did call back and finally did get a live person and they said we be there and then hung up.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea when they will be here.&amp;nbsp; So here I sit trapped until the folks come to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "FIX"&amp;nbsp; my brand new dryer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would be this aggrivated except this is not the first time this has happened with this National store.&amp;nbsp; When we moved in this house we bought our refrigerator from them and right out of the box it did not work.&amp;nbsp; I went through three refridgerators before I got one that worked.&amp;nbsp; I bought my washer from them also it worked for a week then it stopped working.&amp;nbsp; I had not even received a bill on it before it broke.&amp;nbsp; You would think I would have learned my lesson but I gave them another shot.&amp;nbsp; This is a minor problem but I still have a very expensive appliance&amp;nbsp;I am paying for that I cannot use.&amp;nbsp; I am sure this is some sort of test.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I am going to pass either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1293498537436316863?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1293498537436316863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1293498537436316863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1293498537436316863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1293498537436316863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-dryer.html' title='The New Dryer. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2541971807200306726</id><published>2010-02-22T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:04:45.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>The Bedroom</title><content type='html'>I found my bedroom comforter last night.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is really pretty.&amp;nbsp; It is an ocean blue with cherry blossoms embordered on it.&amp;nbsp; The thing came with decorative pillows, pillow shams, curtins, a valance,sheets, and a dust ruffle.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited.&amp;nbsp; I put my curtins up today and I am going to donate my other ones to Goodwill.&amp;nbsp; They are really pretty but Mark said there was no reason to hang on to them.&amp;nbsp; Me, I am a pack rat, I hold on to everything.&amp;nbsp; I have two old comforters up in my closet that went on our Queen sized bed at our old house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am afraid if I get rid of something I might need it later down the road.&amp;nbsp; So I hold on to everything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about my comforter, how sad is that, I have&amp;nbsp; no life except for my kids and the occassional chance at re-decorating the house.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; I think the comforter has an Oriental theme to it.&amp;nbsp; I may use that throughout my bedroom and maybe add some wall decor&amp;nbsp; with that theme.&amp;nbsp; Once it is all done I will take some pictures and post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2541971807200306726?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2541971807200306726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2541971807200306726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2541971807200306726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2541971807200306726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/bedroom.html' title='The Bedroom'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7011209955768396045</id><published>2010-02-20T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:04:15.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Re-Decorating. . .</title><content type='html'>I guess Mark is feeling sorry for me, he has given me free rein to redo our bedroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He told me this morning that he wanted a new comforter and I told him if we get a new comforter we needed new curtins too.&amp;nbsp; He said that was fine he was ready to redo the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; I think he just wanted me to be able to get out of the house.&amp;nbsp; He felt I needed a project.&amp;nbsp;This is an event let me tell you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark is not a free wheeling spender.&amp;nbsp; His sister still swears that he has&amp;nbsp;the money people gave him for his High School Graduation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess that is what makes us so good together.&amp;nbsp; He is the tight one and I am the free spender, well sometimes anyway.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So here I go.&amp;nbsp; That is going to be on my list this next week to find a new comforter and curtins for the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Wonder what he would think about RED?&amp;nbsp; Red is my favorite color.&amp;nbsp; Of course I was reading somewhere that red made you want to eat.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should stay away from red.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I saw a beautiful quilt type comforter in a magazine the other day.&amp;nbsp; It was made to look like a patch work quilt and was done in Wiliamsburg blue and white.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have a beautiful poster framed in our bedroom that has blue in it.&amp;nbsp; It is a poster of the Split Rock Light House in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; That was our first trip together after we were engaged.&amp;nbsp; Mark was the bestman in his best friends wedding in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; The held their reception at a park at the Split Rock Light House.&amp;nbsp; I would love to decorate and be able to keep that poster in the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;My dear husband he worries over me so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7011209955768396045?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7011209955768396045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7011209955768396045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7011209955768396045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7011209955768396045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/re-decorating.html' title='Re-Decorating. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2900994405693424871</id><published>2010-02-19T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:52:59.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things we do as adults. . .</title><content type='html'>I am an adult but, I can't seem to get by this.&amp;nbsp; For folks that have lost children or spouses I do not know how you do it and I applogize for dwelling on this so much.&amp;nbsp; Mark went to throw Fritos' bed away.&amp;nbsp; This is the bed she used when she slept in the garage when we were not home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack happened to be outside when he took it out to the garbage.&amp;nbsp; Jack asked Mark what he was doing and when Mark told him he got upset.&amp;nbsp; Jack said we needed to leave that in the garage so we did not forget about Frito.&amp;nbsp; I know he just a child and does not understand.&amp;nbsp; I get that, but I threw away her plastic water dish and Mark jumped on me about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He went in the bathroom and asked where her water dish was.&amp;nbsp; I told him I threw it away.&amp;nbsp; I also explained it was plastic and we did not need it.&amp;nbsp; He (meaning Mark) had requested that I not put her food bowl away.&amp;nbsp; This was before the incident with Jack and the bed.&amp;nbsp; I guess we are all going through our steps of mourning.&amp;nbsp; The kids are actually doing a lot better than Mark and I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas is ready to get another dog.&amp;nbsp; Jack is not and Mark is not, I don't know if I will ever be ready for another dog.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is picking her ashes up today at the vet.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I bought an urn to keep them in too.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I was going to be one of those people.&amp;nbsp; I guess you never know until it happens to you.&amp;nbsp; I had to discuss all of that with the folks that took care of it and I cried to that poor man.&amp;nbsp; He was very nice and I guess he deals with this a lot and he was very polite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you ever have to go through this they are the best.&amp;nbsp; Carolina Pet Services, they have several different locations and service a large area.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is not just a job to them I think they genuinly care about these animals even though they didn't know them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2900994405693424871?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2900994405693424871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2900994405693424871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2900994405693424871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2900994405693424871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/strange-things-we-do-as-adults.html' title='Strange things we do as adults. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-8620406561826174620</id><published>2010-02-18T01:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:14:32.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>The loss of a pet?</title><content type='html'>As an adult you would think I could handle this better.&amp;nbsp; I think because I am older it is harder.&amp;nbsp; I know that animals don't live forever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that God has been at work in my life this week because I have had two substitute teaching jobs.&amp;nbsp; I say that is God at work because I don't think I could have been at home alone these past two days.&amp;nbsp; I really believe if I had been at home I would have driven myself crazy.&amp;nbsp; Every where I look I see my little Frito.&amp;nbsp; Her toys, her little sweater she wore when it was cold, and every time I look at the couch where she used to lay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is a big empty feeling in this house since she is no longer with us.&amp;nbsp; I thank God for getting me out of the house these past two days.&amp;nbsp; I also thank the teacher that called me.&amp;nbsp; I know I will get over this and some may say I am being silly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just feel like there is this giant hole where my little angel used to be.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I still catch myself reaching for her during the night in the bed, looking for her on the couch, and looking for her in her little bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am an adult.&amp;nbsp; Why is this so darn hard?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why can I not just get over it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When Mark and I were first married and we would have an argument of course I would get upset and cry and pout.&amp;nbsp; Frito would find me and want to lick the tears from my face.&amp;nbsp; That was the only time I would let her lick my face.&amp;nbsp; She would always help me to get over my mad spell.&amp;nbsp; She loved her toys.&amp;nbsp; When she was little we would have to hide her toys so she would go to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Usually that would take some time because every time we hid one she would go and find another somewhere in the house.&amp;nbsp; Her favorite treat was peanutbutter.&amp;nbsp; She only got a little but that was all she needed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She hated riding in the car, but she would rather ride in the car with us than stay in the garage without us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-8620406561826174620?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8620406561826174620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=8620406561826174620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8620406561826174620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8620406561826174620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/loss-of-pet.html' title='The loss of a pet?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3847815558417234266</id><published>2010-02-16T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:47:32.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>My Dear Frito. . .</title><content type='html'>You know, if you have read anything in my blog, that we dearly love our animals.&amp;nbsp; My Dear Frito passed away last night.&amp;nbsp; She had congestive heart failure.&amp;nbsp; She would have been 14 on May the 22nd.&amp;nbsp; Mark, the kids and I are very sad right now because not only was she a dearly loved pet but a big part of our family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She practically grew up with Jack and Thomas.&amp;nbsp; She was always&amp;nbsp;with us no matter where we went.&amp;nbsp; She even went on vacations with Mark and I before we had the kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is going to be very hard for us to adjust since she was such a huge part of all of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that she is in a much better place now and is no pain and can run and chase whatever she wants.&amp;nbsp; She also is able to see what she is chasing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/S3sER2WBaJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3saWIAtLuTQ/s1600-h/HPIM0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/S3sER2WBaJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3saWIAtLuTQ/s320/HPIM0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dear Frito you will be missed by us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3847815558417234266?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3847815558417234266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3847815558417234266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3847815558417234266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3847815558417234266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dear-frito.html' title='My Dear Frito. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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/_VxUl2n-gOR8/S3sER2WBaJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3saWIAtLuTQ/s72-c/HPIM0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171186031681797657.post-5301705208009676913</id><published>2010-02-08T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:52:15.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Learning to Drive</title><content type='html'>So, my sisters' youngest daughter&amp;nbsp; is learning to drive.&amp;nbsp; I got tickled at my sister the other day when she was talking about&amp;nbsp;the girls driving and everything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her oldest is getting ready to go to college, in fact,&amp;nbsp;she had an interview for a full&amp;nbsp;scholarship to go to Campbell University on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; She has really good&amp;nbsp;grades and has been involved in a lot of different school and community activities.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So back to driving, the youngest took drivers education and only had to drive three days.&amp;nbsp; Now, when I was learnig&amp;nbsp;to drive we actually drove for a week and each kid got twenty to thirty minutes behind the wheel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I personally believe that the kids&amp;nbsp;need more than just three days behind the wheel before I have to let them drive me somewhere.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know they&amp;nbsp;get their permit and then&amp;nbsp;they drive with their parents but like I said I want them to have more time behind the wheel with the instructor before they are driving me anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I am not ready.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I have five more years before I have to really worry about it but, YIKES!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So the new saying for the kids learning to drive is;&amp;nbsp; keep it between the mustard and the mayo and stay out of the lettuce.&amp;nbsp; I know it is corny but I could not stop laughing when my sister was telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, &amp;nbsp;five more years and Jack is driving.&amp;nbsp; Holy Cow!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I know dating will come before actual driving too.&amp;nbsp; Oh, boy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5301705208009676913?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5301705208009676913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5301705208009676913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5301705208009676913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5301705208009676913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-to-drive.html' title='Learning to Drive'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3769363077007106841</id><published>2010-01-30T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:30:20.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>So, we have been dumped on by Mother Nature.&amp;nbsp; It is still snowing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our snow did not start until yesterday evening and it has not stopped.&amp;nbsp; The dog does not want to go out to potty.&amp;nbsp; The snow comes up to her belly right now.&amp;nbsp; Since she is blind it is hard to force her to go out in all this.&amp;nbsp; She does not really know what is going on.&amp;nbsp; The kids have not been out yet.&amp;nbsp; I think it is only 25 outside.&amp;nbsp; Mark and I made a mad dash yesterday while the kids were in school to get Jack some new snow boots.&amp;nbsp; Dicks Sporting Goods did not have any snow boots and they said&amp;nbsp; they were not getting anymore in.&amp;nbsp; So off we went to Wal Mart.&amp;nbsp; Yuck!&amp;nbsp; I hate going to Wal Mart especially when there is impending weather.&amp;nbsp; People act&amp;nbsp;so crazy over stuff.&amp;nbsp; We did fine some boots that will work for the snow.&amp;nbsp; They look more like&amp;nbsp; rain boots but at least they will keep his feet dry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The snow we had right before Christmas he wore his hunting boots and&amp;nbsp; his poor little feet were so wet and cold.&amp;nbsp; Mark decided he would put his feet in grocery bags so they would stay dry.&amp;nbsp; It worked, he looked silly but his feet were dry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rain type boots we got&amp;nbsp; will come up to his knees.&amp;nbsp; I am glad as much snow as we have and it is still coming down he may be the only one with dry feet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I get pictures of the kids I will post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3769363077007106841?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3769363077007106841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3769363077007106841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3769363077007106841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3769363077007106841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow.html' title='Snow!!!'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2384330905213141143</id><published>2010-01-21T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:24:41.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Beauty Tip of the Day</title><content type='html'>So here is my beauty tip of the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark got me a gift certificate to get fluffed and buffed at a Salon nearby.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had to use it or it was going to expire so I went last Friday.&amp;nbsp; It was great; I got&amp;nbsp; a facial, a manicure and peicure with parafin, and a one hour massage.&amp;nbsp; My husband has his moments of greatness.&amp;nbsp; During my facial the technician sprayed my face with toner.&amp;nbsp; I asked why she was spraying it because I use a cotton ball.&amp;nbsp; She said your face needs the toner not the cotton ball.&amp;nbsp; That made sense to me so I went to Wal Mart and found an inexpensive spray bottle to put my toner in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I used it today and it felt really nice.&amp;nbsp; Another thing she did was after the facial she applied a lite mineral makeup and she set it with a water sprayer that had some lavender oil in it and something else but I cannot remember right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After spraying she lightly patted my face.&amp;nbsp; She said this would set your make up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I thought these were both good tips so I am passing them on to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2384330905213141143?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2384330905213141143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2384330905213141143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2384330905213141143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2384330905213141143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/beauty-tip-of-day.html' title='Beauty Tip of the Day'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6718394163874255975</id><published>2010-01-20T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:38:46.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Taste Test. . .</title><content type='html'>So, I may have just picked the newest Krispy Kreme doughnut flavor.&amp;nbsp; I had a taste test today.&amp;nbsp; We tasted several different falvors of cake type doughnuts.&amp;nbsp; They were soooo good!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I got paid too.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; I get to eat doughnuts and get paid to do it.&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;There were two that I did not particularly like and I won't mention them.&amp;nbsp; But, I did have a lemon one that was to die for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;As the kids left for school this morning they requested I bring some home.&amp;nbsp; I told them I did not think they would let&amp;nbsp; me bring any home and they didn't.&amp;nbsp; Darn it all.&amp;nbsp; The kids may not like the choices I made but I think I made the best choice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Be on the look out for some new doughnut flavors&amp;nbsp; in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6718394163874255975?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6718394163874255975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6718394163874255975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6718394163874255975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6718394163874255975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/taste-test.html' title='Taste Test. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3660538158039103684</id><published>2010-01-19T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:58:19.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Thomas. . .</title><content type='html'>Sitting at the supper table the other night we are talking about our day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thomas pipes up and says he is not getting married.&amp;nbsp; Now we were not talking about marriage or anything close to it.&amp;nbsp; I looked at him and asked why?&amp;nbsp; He said cause when you're married you can't pass gas, burp, or leave your clothes lying around.&amp;nbsp; Now I had just that day made them clean up their room and help me fold laundry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing.&amp;nbsp; He then came back and said I am not getting married that way I can be as rounchy (?sp)&amp;nbsp;as I want to be.&amp;nbsp; Those are his exact words.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So today Thomas comes home from school and he is working on his math and fussig because he says his hand is hurting.&amp;nbsp; Thomas is a little bit lazy when it comes to school work.&amp;nbsp; He is still at the age where he does not see the point in learning math or spelling.&amp;nbsp; He told me when he got to be Jacks' age he would not complain as much about doing homework.&amp;nbsp; I laughed.&amp;nbsp; He also made a coment about the fact that he would not be living here then either.&amp;nbsp; I asked him where he was going?&amp;nbsp; He said he would have a girlfriend and he would not be living in this house.&amp;nbsp; So he is now twelve and has a girlfriend and is not living at home.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; Ladies lock up your daughters Thomas is on the&amp;nbsp;loose.&amp;nbsp; You know he has those incredible dark brown eyes that all the girls love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3660538158039103684?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3660538158039103684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3660538158039103684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3660538158039103684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3660538158039103684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversations-with-thomas.html' title='Conversations with Thomas. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5046196917637400193</id><published>2010-01-16T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:39:48.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>The boys both had games today at the same time.&amp;nbsp; So since Mark took Jack last week I took him this week.&amp;nbsp; They both lost their games.&amp;nbsp; They were both close games though.&amp;nbsp; They played first thing this morning.&amp;nbsp; I am glad they had the first game that way it did not tie up the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; We had a nice afternoon together playing games with the kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jack is still working on his archery skills.&amp;nbsp; It has been so cold he has not had a chance to get out there and practice.&amp;nbsp; Today was beautiful so he was able to be outside and practice.&amp;nbsp; They also played a little football too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jack went to a monster truck show last night with some of his friends.&amp;nbsp; One adult and three ten year old boys.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They had lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; They were in a private box which Jack thought was so cool.&amp;nbsp; They had a balcony so they were able to go out on it and see and hear all the smashing and bashing.&amp;nbsp; They also had a private restroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They didn't see the coolness of that but I sure did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5046196917637400193?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5046196917637400193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5046196917637400193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5046196917637400193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5046196917637400193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7585662160730953405</id><published>2010-01-13T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:36:37.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Taco Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yes, yesterday was Taco Tuesday at out house and would you believe it Thomas actually ate and enjoyed his dinner.&amp;nbsp; This has been a work in progress.&amp;nbsp; I have been trying to help both me and the rest of the family eat healthier.&amp;nbsp; I know tacos don't sound very healthy but when you do them at home they are actually much better for you than fast food.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack is willing to try&amp;nbsp; anything to eat at least once but, Thomas you have to hog tie first then throw in down his throat.&amp;nbsp; (just kidding)&amp;nbsp; He really does not like to try new things.&amp;nbsp; Thomas actually ate 2 1/2 tacos (meat, cheese, shell).&amp;nbsp; Jack of&amp;nbsp; course ate several.&amp;nbsp; I did an even healthier alternative I skiped the shell and added a bed of fresh greens.&amp;nbsp; Jack would like to have Taco Tuesday every week but I told him that would not be healthy.&amp;nbsp; I know they were just gald it was not chicken.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tonight is basketball practice so dinner will be quick but it will be at home.&amp;nbsp; We are on a no fast food thing this year or at least we are trying.&amp;nbsp; I have done well so far.&amp;nbsp; The kids did get pizza on last Friday because Mark and I got to go out for a nice dinner.&amp;nbsp; Beth, Marks' neice came over to watch the boys.&amp;nbsp; She is on her way back to college but she does not mind stopping in to sit with the kids for a bit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here is to a Happy and Healthy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7585662160730953405?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7585662160730953405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7585662160730953405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7585662160730953405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7585662160730953405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/taco-tuesday.html' title='Taco Tuesday'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4534193429849813907</id><published>2010-01-04T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:35:11.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Finally Back to Bible Study</title><content type='html'>I finally got to go back to my Bible study group last night.&amp;nbsp; Boy, did I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I have become quite attached to my friends in my group.&amp;nbsp; I did not realize how much I depended on that fellowship till I had missed three weeks in&amp;nbsp;a row due to weather and Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We are presenting our Lebenslauf (spiritual autobiography) now, so each one of us takes a turn to give our story.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mine will be last so I have a few weeks to agonize over how I&amp;nbsp; will present it.&amp;nbsp; I have added a few pictures to mine to help tell my story.&amp;nbsp; While I was at Moms' over Christmas I went through some old pictures trying to find some that related to what I had written in my Lebenslauf.&amp;nbsp; I was able to find a few.&amp;nbsp; It was nice to go down memory lane for a while too.&amp;nbsp; My Mom had kept a letter I had written her from Acteen camp it was pretty funny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acteen camp was a Christian camp that was associated with our Church.&amp;nbsp; We went for a week in the summer each year.&amp;nbsp; Now, I was only there for a week and in my letter I had asked Mom to send more money.&amp;nbsp; HA HA!!&amp;nbsp; I had bought a t-shirt from the canteen and I guess I wanted another one.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I will be back on track with my group now.&amp;nbsp; We meet once a week for two hours.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our meetings really do get my week off to a great start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4534193429849813907?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4534193429849813907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4534193429849813907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4534193429849813907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4534193429849813907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-back-to-bible-study.html' title='Finally Back to Bible Study'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5098315724341117739</id><published>2010-01-02T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:26:05.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow and Arrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/Sz_H3LWhdLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UcrSNpRHc8k/s1600-h/HPIM2157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/Sz_H3LWhdLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UcrSNpRHc8k/s320/HPIM2157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, Jack got a bow and arrow from Santa.&amp;nbsp; We set rules for this too.&amp;nbsp; In order to use it he has to have either Mark or myself out there with him and Thomas must stay on the porch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack finally got to test his archery skills.&amp;nbsp; He was standing about 10 yards from his target and his first couple of arrows hit the paper then the next one was almost a bulls eye.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He has not practiced with a bow since Summer Camp.&amp;nbsp; I would say he is a natural.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5098315724341117739?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5098315724341117739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5098315724341117739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5098315724341117739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5098315724341117739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/bow-and-arrow.html' title='Bow and Arrow'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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/_VxUl2n-gOR8/Sz_H3LWhdLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UcrSNpRHc8k/s72-c/HPIM2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171186031681797657.post-1451183648713508825</id><published>2009-12-30T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:48:37.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back</title><content type='html'>So the year is almost to a close.&amp;nbsp; Did we do everything we set out to do for our resolutions in 2008?&amp;nbsp; I didn't.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2009 was a pretty good year for the Crater house.&amp;nbsp; We stayed pretty healthy except when Thomas thought he was dying from the Swine flu.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am loving Gemeinschaft and hope we are able to continue on to Gemeinschaft II when this session ends sometime in May.&amp;nbsp; I feel like my bond with God has grown stronger over the last few months and completing my Lebenslauf (spiritual autobiography) has been an eye opener as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think because I have been reading my Bible more it has inspired Jack to do the same.&amp;nbsp; He has been reading his at bedtime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I hope Jack and Thomas continue to have a great year in school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Their basketball games will begin soon.&amp;nbsp; Thomas is doing much better this year.&amp;nbsp; I think he has the concept now.&amp;nbsp; Jack of course is all about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He will be traveling more this time since he is playing county ball.&amp;nbsp; They won't be playing at the same gym so that may be hard at times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1451183648713508825?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1451183648713508825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1451183648713508825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1451183648713508825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1451183648713508825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-back.html' title='A look back'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2380148620487993834</id><published>2009-12-27T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:31:46.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to see Santa and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, we went to see Santa on Friday when the kids got out of school.  Yes, the day it snowed so much.  We were waiting in line to see Santa.  When we came out of the mall the snow had not accumulated on the ground yet, but was on the cars.  The parking lot was full.  We ended up taking the kids to eat before we went home.  They love this wing place that has a trivia game.  We sat in there watching the snow.  I have to say it was beautiful.  We had driven the Expedition up there so I knew there would not be a problem getting home.  I figured the longer we sat there would give the idiots more time to get off the road.  Sure enough we saw several cars in ditches on the way home.    I don't think anyone was injured they were just stuck.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast.  Mark even broke down and let them have a present early.  They got their snow boards early from  us.  This was the perfect snow to snow board.  Mark even got into the act.  I always said he was a big kid.  I have some great pictures of him snowboarding. HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;The kids built a snowman too.  We thought we had a real life frosty.   We went out and he had rolled down the hill in front of our house.  He was really heavy.  Then the next morning he was back where he started put back together.  That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;I think the kids got all they could ever want and then some.   Jack got an ipod from Santa and a compound bow and arrow set.  Yeah, I know I never knew Santa delivered weapons.  Luckily the arrows Santa got were blunt tipped.  Jack found a love of archery at Church camp this past summer.  Thomas got a LOT   of Legos from Santa and a game or two for his DS.   They are still putting together Legos today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2380148620487993834?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2380148620487993834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2380148620487993834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2380148620487993834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2380148620487993834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-to-see-santa-and-other-stuff.html' title='Going to see Santa and other stuff'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-6336359517471199463</id><published>2009-12-14T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:37:41.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa and other questions ?</title><content type='html'>We keep talking about taking the kids to see Santa.  Jack has said on more than one occasion that he is not going to see Santa and is not going to sit on his lap either.  Well, as a mother I was devastated.  Could this really be happening?  Is he really going to do this at this age?  Mark talked with him yesterday about going to see Santa.  Mark told him if you don't go see Santa how will he know what to bring you for Christmas.   Jack simply replied, "He knows what I want."  Mark asked him how could he know if you have not told him or written him a letter?   Jack said, "well, last year I did not tell anyone that I wanted a guitar and Santa told Gee (my mother) that I wanted one so she could get it for me.  Mark laughed and said ok.  So this was not at all anything I had to worry about.  He just has more faith than I thought.  I guess I should not be so quick to think the worst.   I love that my kids still have faith and believe in the spirit of Christmas.  I hope they never loose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-6336359517471199463?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6336359517471199463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=6336359517471199463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6336359517471199463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/6336359517471199463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-and-other-questions.html' title='Santa and other questions ?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-8955269932064560111</id><published>2009-12-11T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:31:11.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Mother Nature real?</title><content type='html'>So that is the question of the day.  Jack asked his Daddy last night at bedtime if Mother Nature was real.  Mark said no that she was fictional.  Jack said, "Well who controls the weather then?"  Thomas replied, "God."  Mark said yes, God takes care of the weather.   Jack said well, doesn't she help God take care of the weather?  Mark said no she is not real.  Jack insisted that she was real and that she helped God take care of the weather.  So then he asked if there was a "Jack Frost?"  Mark said no, that he was fictional also.   Jack decided that his Daddy was probably right on that one.   So then he asked where Santa parked his sleigh.  Since we don't have a chimney would he park on the roof or in the front yard.  Mark said he parks in the front yard.  Mark asked him why he wanted to know and Jack simply replied he wasn't sure where he should put the reindeer food.  My kids are so innocent I hope they stay that way forever.  &lt;br /&gt;I have a special Santa Key that only Santa can use to get in our front door.  I have had mine for years.  Back when Christmas Around the World was popular they carried one.  I have recently seen some in Hallmark and a few other places.  They tell the story that you can hang this key outside your door on Christmas Eve and only Santa is able to use it.  Even if you have a fire place with a chimney he would like to use the key, that way it saves wear and tear on his  suit.   So every Christmas Eve before the kids go to bed they hang Santas' special key on the front door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-8955269932064560111?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8955269932064560111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=8955269932064560111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8955269932064560111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8955269932064560111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-mother-nature-real.html' title='Is Mother Nature real?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7416160732203174331</id><published>2009-12-07T05:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:56:10.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>The kids had their Christmas Program at Church yesterday.   Our Church gets all the kids involved that want to be involved.  Some want to do a little bit of everything while others, like Thomas, only want to do a little.  Thomas is a little shy, I know what some of you are thinking and yes he is shy sometimes.  Jack was a wise man, Melchoir, and he sang a solo.  Thomas was part of the caravan and he only sang when everyone else sang.  Thomas also got to wear his pj's to Church and he thought that was the coolest.   We have a great director for our Children's programs.  She always comes up with something original that gets everyone involved.   She does a great job getting the kids to do things they normally would not be willing to do.  Like getting Thomas to sing.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad got to come up for the program too.  I am so glad the weather was not bad so that they could come up and see the boys.   Thomas told me he was a little scared.  He had an odd look on his face through the whole thing.  I asked him what was wrong after the program and he said, "Mommy I think I had a little stage fright."  I laughed and told him that was ok.  All the kids did such a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7416160732203174331?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7416160732203174331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7416160732203174331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7416160732203174331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7416160732203174331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-program.html' title='Christmas Program'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2449503488714180818</id><published>2009-12-02T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:24:23.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up. . .</title><content type='html'>One of my dear friends from High School got married the weekend before Thanksgiving and I was blessed to be able to attend.  I have not seen her in probably ten or more years and it was so nice to see her and to be a part of her special day.  I also got to catch up with another dear friend that I had not seen in at least six years, we were both pregnant when we last saw each other.  It was great seeing them both.   In school we were in separable.  We sort of lost touch when we went to college and started our own families.  But, you would have thought we were never apart.   We picked up right where we left off those many years ago.  Now, we all have families of our own and getting together is hard but, I hope we will be able to stay in touch.  The one friend is a teacher where my nieces go to school.  The one that got married is a little further away. &lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to stay connected to your old friends when life is so crazy and you have your family to take care of.   I am going to make it a point this next year to try and stay connected to these wonderful gals.  As my Daddy always told me, "You can only go as far as your friends will let you go."   That is one I will always remember and has held true for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2449503488714180818?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2449503488714180818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2449503488714180818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2449503488714180818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2449503488714180818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3717748161169257462</id><published>2009-11-28T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:25:24.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving !</title><content type='html'>Hope you all had a Happy Turkey Day!  We had a big one.  We spent lunch with Marks' family at his sisters' house.  Then we went to my Moms' for dinner.   I ate sooo  much food but, it was all sooo good.  We came home last night from Moms'.  On the way I asked the kids to name some things they were thankful for, here is how they responded:  Jack said he was thankful for, "food, shelter and parents."  I am not sure if he is thankful for his parents or just parents in general he did not elaborate.  Thomas said, "friends, parents, and food."  Mark said he was thankful for his job.  He has had a rough month with work.  I said, "I am thankful for my family and the love we are able to share."   That love did not last long, by the time we got home the boys were both fighting over who got to go to the bathroom first ect ect. . .&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get Thomas to try new foods since his list of things he will eat is very short.  So Marks' sister had fixed some really good sweet potato casserole and she added the marshmallows so I did get him to eat some of that.  I think he liked it even though he did not want to admit it.    Jack still refers to the cranberry sauce as cranberry jello.  That was the only way we could get him to eat it when he was little.  Thomas tried that too.  Again he will never admit that he liked it but he did eat what I had put on his plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3717748161169257462?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3717748161169257462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3717748161169257462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3717748161169257462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3717748161169257462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving !'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-505148993285544852</id><published>2009-11-22T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:52:24.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching the kids</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I had Children's Church this morning and we were talking about the books of the Bible.  I was supposed to do the craft.  I thought it would be a good idea to try and start teaching them the books of the Bible.  I don't remember when I had to learn them but it was part of our Sunday School.  I found some great websites that gave some information on how to teach the books of the Bible to the kids.  To start you had to break them in smaller sections.   So I decided that we would start with the New Testament and have them memorize;  Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Acts, Romans, and 1st and 2nd Corinthians.  I tested this out on Thomas last night.  I decided if he could remember them  the other kids could do it too.   He did pretty good.  So this morning I was quizzing him and he started, "Matthew, Daddy, Luke"  ect. . .   I stared giggling.  For those of you that do not know My husbands name is Mark.  So we have told the kids they are not supposed to call us by our first names, we are Mommy and Daddy.  So this is quite funny.   He was a little embarrassed and I told him he should not be. &lt;br /&gt;During Children's Church this morning Trish our director of education was teaching the lesson about the books of the Bible.  She asked a few questions and I was pleasantly surprised that Jack knew many of the answers.  The questions were not things that  we discuss when we talk about the Bible.   We have started our journey now to learn the books of the Bible.   This should be very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-505148993285544852?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/505148993285544852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=505148993285544852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/505148993285544852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/505148993285544852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaching-kids.html' title='Teaching the kids'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5824218682163323729</id><published>2009-11-19T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:55:51.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Spirit Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/SwVOR0Wvj5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sOCC2RmZMRs/s1600/HPIM1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405812995746926482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxUl2n-gOR8/SwVOR0Wvj5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sOCC2RmZMRs/s320/HPIM1983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so the school is having spirit week. The kids get to dress up and be silly to show their school spirit. Yesterday they got to dress like a Rock Star. Leave it to my kids to pick Kiss and Alice Cooper to dress up like. Thomas went as Paul Stanley from Kiss and Jack went as Alice Cooper. They did not wear wigs though. Today was wear your favorite teams colors so both boys wore their Miami jerseys and their Miami hats. They looked so cute. I will try to attach some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5824218682163323729?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5824218682163323729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5824218682163323729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5824218682163323729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5824218682163323729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-spirit-week.html' title='School Spirit Week'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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/_VxUl2n-gOR8/SwVOR0Wvj5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sOCC2RmZMRs/s72-c/HPIM1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171186031681797657.post-3952570296347818335</id><published>2009-11-16T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:49:12.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears for the Boys. . .</title><content type='html'>Tonight our fighting Knights lost their last game of the season.  It was a bitter battle to the very end.  Our boys fought the good fight but we lost 12 to 8.  The team we lost to was ranked #1 and we were ranked #8.  We were actually in a three way  for 8th place.    We had some tears from our boys it was sad.  They worked so hard and tried so hard.  They played a great game!  I don't think I could have been prouder as a Mom if they had won.   It is sad to see our season come to this end.   I think  it was as hard on the parents as it was on the kids.  The kids have grown as ball players and have showed great sportsmanship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to all our Knights!  Great job this year boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3952570296347818335?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3952570296347818335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3952570296347818335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3952570296347818335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3952570296347818335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears-for-boys.html' title='Tears for the Boys. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3602605406915282673</id><published>2009-11-05T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:05:23.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating better. . .</title><content type='html'>When Thomas was diagnosed with the Swine flu a few weeks ago he hollered and said he didn't want to die.  I told him he was not going to die from this flu.  I said, "You are healthy you will be just fine in a few days."  He said with tears streaming but I don't eat healthy.  The Lord works in mysterious ways.  I said well here  is where we make a change.  We will all start eating healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I had looked into the Mediterranean Diet for Mark.  I had read somewhere that the people of the Mediterranean have a lower risk and incident of diabetes and many other metabolic diseases.  Researchers attribute that to their diet.  So off I go to do my own research on the matter.  I did use some of the recipes I found in my book and I tried to do more fish.   I have not thought seriously about it since I read that book this summer but I found a site through Lowes Foods that has more information on the Mediterranean diet and some really good recipes.  It also has a food pyramid for adults and one for children.  Check out this site it is cool  &lt;a href="http://www.mediterraneanmark.org/"&gt;www.mediterraneanmark.org&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have some things to talk about at dinner tonight with the kids.  I hope showing them the food pyramid will help them understand the importance of certain foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3602605406915282673?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3602605406915282673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3602605406915282673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3602605406915282673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3602605406915282673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-better.html' title='Eating better. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-359326574378390985</id><published>2009-11-04T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:33:10.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out the closets. . .</title><content type='html'>Ok gals, I am cleaning out the kids closets this week.  I have some boys clothes up for grabs.  These are Thomas'  things so they are 4's and 4Ts  I have a few pair of good jeans (carter, Lee)  I have one pair  of corduroy dress pants size 5, I also have some footed PJs and a few dress shirts ect. . .  Let me know if anyone is interested in these they are in good condition.  Jack is raising money to help fund a flood relief program in Goldsboro.  They need to replenish their flood buckets so the money I can get from the clothes will go to the flood buckets.   The group in Goldsboro sent all their supplies to Georgia  when they had all their flooding.  Goldsboro primarily supplies flood items for North Carolina.  Each bucket costs $25 they hold detergent, clothes line and pins, towels and other cleaning supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone has any interest in these items let me know via email.  &lt;a href="mailto:pamperedpage@bellsouth.net"&gt;pamperedpage@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt;     I also have some cleats if anyone is in need.  Baseball is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-359326574378390985?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/359326574378390985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=359326574378390985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/359326574378390985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/359326574378390985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/cleaning-out-closets.html' title='Cleaning out the closets. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1675100605615630039</id><published>2009-10-26T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:20:00.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope we are done. . .</title><content type='html'>I hope we are done with all the flu yuck.  The kids are feeling much better.  Jack actually went to Church yesterday with Marks' sister.  Mark and I stayed home with Thomas.  We have a lot of older members in our congregation and I would hate to infect any of them with this bug.  I think it could take its' toll on an older person.   I did get to go to my Bible study though and I am so glad.  My Bible study has been a saving grace for me this last few weeks.    We are required, I love that required, to have a quiet day for 6-12 hours by our selves to reflect and get started on our Lebenslauf (spiritual autobiography).  So I got to take mine before all the sickness broke out.  I went on Wednesday to the Lake for mine.  It was nice, I did have to take Thomas to the doctor before I could go.  I did get a good start on my Lebenslauf.  I wrote in my journal and took some pictures with my camera and I read my Bible and another spiritual book that I took with me.  I think the Lord knew what was coming for me because my quiet day could not have come at a more needed time.   I have a really good start to my Lebenslauf and next week I have to give a summary of what I have so far to my group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1675100605615630039?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1675100605615630039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1675100605615630039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1675100605615630039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1675100605615630039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hope-we-are-done.html' title='I hope we are done. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7590114090982098546</id><published>2009-10-24T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:24:05.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu</title><content type='html'>So Thomas had to go back to the doctor on Thursday and Friday.  He tested positive for the Swine flu on Thursday and was dehydrated on Friday.  Thomas had the puke portion of the flu.   We are doing much better today.  I always thought Thomas was my better puker.  He tended to make it to the bathroom and actually hit the toilet.  Jack on the other hand when he got sick he hit what ever was in his way.   Thomas proved me wrong this time.  Thursday and Friday he puked where ever he was.  He made no attempt to get to the bathroom.  I am not  sure if he did not have the energy or if it came on that quick.  So I have spent the better part of these past few days doing laundry and spot cleaning the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas was so pitiful he said, "Mommy I am sorry I puked on your couch."  I told him that was ok it was an accident and he should not worry about it.  Then, "Mommy I am sorry I puked on your bed and in the floor of your room."  I said that is ok things happen you can't help it.   Now my house reeks of Lysol and floor cleaner.  Yuck!  I guess it is better than the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;We are all back on the road to recovery.  He has not been at school since Tuesday.  The doctor said Thomas could go to school, if he felt like it, on Monday.   We have a teacher workday on Monday so he will get an extra day to recover.  Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;We have weathered the storm of sickness.   Remember wash your hands!   I also read something online about things you can do to prevent the flu.  Most were common sense but they said to gargle with warm almost hot salt water and if you could not do that to drink hot liquids.  They said it takes about 3 days from the time you come in contact with the bug for you to get sick.  They said the hot liquids would kill the virus.  It enters through your nasal passages then to your throat.  Needless to say I have been drinking a lot more coffee and hot tea as of late. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7590114090982098546?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7590114090982098546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7590114090982098546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7590114090982098546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7590114090982098546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu.html' title='The Flu'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-911148703377060316</id><published>2009-10-22T03:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:57:30.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Children</title><content type='html'>So on Monday this week Jack complains of a headache and sore throat.  Off we went to the doctor for fear of the flu.  It was neither the flu nor strep but an upper respiratory infection.  The doctor gave us antibiotics and we were back home.   On Tuesday morning Jack woke up and I checked his temp and it was 103 so I gave him some medicine and sent him back to bed.  With in twenty minutes he was back downstairs and said his eyes hurt.  He was flush and felt really hot.  I checked his temp again and it was 106.3 in his ear.  Now I know ear thermometers are not the best but that scared me.  So off we went to the tub.  Jack is a really good sport so he did not complain about the cold water.  He knows that I don't do things just to torture him.  He spent 20 minutes or so in a cool tub before his temp broke to 104 and I was relieved with that.  I gave him a dose of whatever it was that he had not gotten the first time to try and get a hold on this temp thing.  So it is now Thursday (wee hours of Thursday) morning and I think he is going to get to go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas will not be going to school.  He went to the doctor yesterday with the same symptoms only his temp did not shoot up until 2:00am.  His was only 105.3 in his ear.  So off we went to the tub.  Thomas is not as good a sport as Jack.  He cried the whole time he was in the tub.  I gave up after 20 minutes and his temp had not broken.  I got him out and put him on the couch and started an alcohol rub down.  He did not like that much either.  He is now in the bed with a manageable 102 temp.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is check those temps.  If you wake up in the middle of the night and your kids have been sick check those temps.  Something just told me to go and check on him tonight, I am glad I did.  I think this must be the course for this bug they have.  It is not the flu it still may be viral though.   High temps scare me, some may think I over reacted and some may think I did not react enough because I did not take them to the hospital.  I don't think the hospital would have done any better or quicker than I did.   Please be ware of this bug that is going around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-911148703377060316?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/911148703377060316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=911148703377060316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/911148703377060316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/911148703377060316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-children.html' title='Sick Children'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3950129153772079220</id><published>2009-10-20T03:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:42:31.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loss. . .</title><content type='html'>My Uncle passed away this week.  He lived in Tennessee and knew everyone.  When we talked with folks that knew him they all had a story to tell about something he had done or said that somehow changed their lives.  I know a lot of people say they had friends or relatives that knew everyone and had never met a stranger but my Uncle truly never met a stranger.  If he did meet someone he did not know  he knew someone they knew and quickly became friends with them.  He loved life and the outdoors.  He was 85 years young.  He had been a Principal and involved in the school system for many years and many of the people we met this weekend he had either taught or they worked with him.  He grew up in an era that kids respected their elders, you never talked back to your parents, and you always helped out around the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom told the story about he and another Uncle that were in the Navy and had not seen each other in at least a year because they were both at sea.  She said that Carroll, the one that passed away, his ship had run out of water.  They only had water to drink and barely any of that.  They called for assistance and met up with an aircraft carrier near them.  Well, low and behold, it was the aircraft carrier that his older brother Julian was on.  They tied up together and the boys on the aircraft carrier threw a party for the boys on the other ship.  Julian knew his brother was aboard the other ship and he boarded her to find his brother he had not seen in at least a year.   When he found him poor Carroll looked a mess.  Julian told him he would have to shave and shower before he board his ship. (with a laugh of course)  How is that for a story?  Two brothers meeting each other in the middle of the ocean serving on two different ships and in the middle of a war.  &lt;br /&gt;My dear Uncle Carroll you will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3950129153772079220?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3950129153772079220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3950129153772079220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3950129153772079220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3950129153772079220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/loss.html' title='A Loss. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-3552696084446874919</id><published>2009-10-16T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:10:53.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things my boys say? ? ?</title><content type='html'>So you know how my kids are.  They say whatever pops into their little heads.  Sometimes it can be hurtful and sometimes you just have to laugh.  Well, the other morning before school Thomas was making fun of my hair.  Yes, I had the terrible bed head.  I was rushing around trying to get them ready to go to school so I had not brushed my hair or even tried to fix it.  I really didn't care right then.  Thomas commented that it looked really ugly.  Jack immediately jumped to my defense and told Thomas that was not very nice and he should apologize to me.  Thomas of course ignored his brother and kept poking fun at me.  Again, I really did not care, my hair did look bad.  Mark said I had a Don King thing going on with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that Jack jumped to defend me.  It makes me feel good that he realizes that words can hurt peoples' feelings.   I guess I am going to have to get up earlier so that I can make myself presentable before I wake my kids up.  HA HA!!  Not!  They will just have to learn to deal with it.   I have noticed Jack saying please and thank you more often lately.  Could he be up to something or could he just be using his manners.  I hope it is the later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas always has a way to make me laugh and wonder where he comes up with these things.  We were watching TV the other day together and a commercial came on for a wrinkle cream.  (you know where this is going don't you?)  Thomas looks at me and says, "Mommy you need some of that stuff."  I said, oh really.  Why?   He said, "you know when you give me my bath and your fingers get all wrinkly.   You could use it after you give me a bath so they aren't so wrinkly."  I laughed and grabbed him and hugged him and told him how much I loved him.  He makes me laugh so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-3552696084446874919?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3552696084446874919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=3552696084446874919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3552696084446874919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/3552696084446874919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-my-boys-say.html' title='Things my boys say? ? ?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-8242096038517203771</id><published>2009-09-30T08:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:30:33.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair</title><content type='html'>Well, I am going to be awarded the worst Mommy award this week.  I had promised Jack since last fair time that he could enter something in the Fair.  He loves to cook and has been wanting to make fudge since last Christmas.  He does a good job.  So this year I promised him he could enter his fudge in the Fair.  We even created a new recipe to make it his own.  I made my pound cake to submit as well.  I have always wanted to enter something at the Fair too.  Today is the day you have to take everything up there to be judged.    I went on the website to figure out how to submit everything and found that you were supposed to send in an entry form by Sept. 1st.  I did not do that, so I cannot take our entries today.  Jack is going to be so mad at me.  He has looked forward to this for so long.  His fudge is really good too.   I don't know how I am going to break this to him.  Anybody want a really good pound cake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-8242096038517203771?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8242096038517203771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=8242096038517203771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8242096038517203771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/8242096038517203771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair.html' title='The Fair'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7354699696263461988</id><published>2009-09-27T04:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T05:15:24.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Football game</title><content type='html'>We played our first football game yesterday for both boys.   I love football but I do not like it in the rain.  It rained all day yesterday and was a little chilly too.  Since our club was the host for the games that meant we had to work the gate, the concession stand and do clean up.  Just throw  the rain in there and you have a party.   I think my family changed clothes 3 times each during all that fun and to boot Mark wanted to go out to eat after the last game.  Yuck!  We went out to eat with me looking like a drowned rat.    I must have been really hungry because I did not care that I looked like a drowned rat.  &lt;br /&gt;The boys played good games but Thomas's team got beat.  They are a young team so some of them like Thomas still have a lot to learn.  Thomas is still learning the finer points of the game.  One thing he has not learned is that he is going to get knocked down.  He still takes that personally.   Yesterday he and one of my best friends' son knocked heads and they both came off the field crying.  I think my friends' son got the worst end of the hit.   Thomas is my little drama queen though so everything is major to him.   In the middle of the drama  they both said at the same time, "I don't want to play football anymore."   I think it was a heat of the moment kinda thing.  I think they will both be back at it on Tuesday for practice. &lt;br /&gt;Jacks' team did well they won despite the rain and yuck.   Jack scored a TD and a two point conversion.  Of course I did not find that out until after the game.  It is so hard to see who is who on the field.  I just cheer for all of 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7354699696263461988?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7354699696263461988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7354699696263461988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7354699696263461988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7354699696263461988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-football-game.html' title='First Football game'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-7279117963035054176</id><published>2009-09-21T08:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:30:10.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Jamboree. . .</title><content type='html'>Both the boys had their jamboree for football this weekend.  Jacks' team scrimmaged against 4 other teams and did pretty good.   They are still working on fine tuning a few things.  I thought they looked great but of course I am a little prejudice.  Mark on the other hand is  very critical so he saw a lot of things they needed to work on.  I was so excited one time because we were running for  a touchdown and I looked to see who ran the ball and it was Jack.   I jumped up and said that was Jack he's mine, that's my son.  Yeah!!  In all their gear you cannot tell who is who.  I just know his number.  They have their names on their jerseys but I can't see that far so that does not help.   Thomas did well at his jamboree.  This is Thomas first year of football so he has a lot to learn about the game.  Several of the kids that are on Thomas team played last year so that is a big bonus.  They know what to do.   Thomas only played one team instead of multiple like Jack did.  Thomas team won.  Yeah!!   I looked up one time and all I saw was Thomas feet fly in the air and then he got up rubbing his head.   He was quite upset about that.  We told him that's football, he did not like getting knocked for a loop.   He bowed up at the boy and looked like he wanted to go after him but his coach grabbed him and brought him back to the line where he was supposed to play.  He did not get any flags but he tried really hard.  I think other than getting knocked on his fanny he had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both play on Saturday for real.   They are playing at different times so I will get to see both games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-7279117963035054176?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7279117963035054176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=7279117963035054176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7279117963035054176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/7279117963035054176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-jamboree.html' title='Football Jamboree. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1346897761524639207</id><published>2009-09-17T08:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:46:11.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bible Study . . .</title><content type='html'>I have started a 40 week Bible study through our Church called Gemeinschaft.  It is a small group Bible study only seven people and we are reading our Bible and daily text and also creating a journal.  Since the Moravians' are German then a lot of our names for things are German.   Part of our study is creating our Lebanslauf which is German for spiritual autobiography.  I was a little  worried about that one.  I have started it and surprisingly it is not as hard as I thought it would be.  This has brought back many memories of my childhood and church.  I have remembered things that I have not thought of in many years.  One of the things that brought back great feelings was when I was about five or six and I got to be the star in the live nativity scene.  I stood on a ladder behind the little  shack they had built to represent the barn. &lt;br /&gt;I also remembered all the pot luck suppers we had too.   Our Church now has a few suppers but they are not really pot luck they are fixed by the members of the Church but they are not their own recipes.  I think that is one thing I miss. &lt;br /&gt;I hope when my kids look back on their childhood they will have fond memories of going to Church and Vacation Bible School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1346897761524639207?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1346897761524639207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1346897761524639207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1346897761524639207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1346897761524639207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-bible-study.html' title='New Bible Study . . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-5001370987821967482</id><published>2009-09-07T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:16:02.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double digits. . .</title><content type='html'>Well, my baby has reached double digits.  He will be ten this week.  He is getting a new bike for his birthday.  I feel old!  Yuck!  I have a ten year old son?  He thinks he's twenty.   We had a family get together at the Lake yesterday and fun was had by all.  The kids played in the water, Mark fished, and I got to gossip with the ladies.  HA HA!!   Don't think that Mark was not gossiping to.  You know men do it too.  If they say they don't they are lying.  My husband has gone to the kids basketball games and come home with more dirt on people than I could even think of.  He never solicits information people just like talking to him and will tell him anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Jack a cake to go to the Lake for his Birthday Celebration.  It was devils food with chocolate icing.  Yummm!!!  It turned out pretty good.  I spelled his name on top with M&amp;amp;M's.  He liked it and everyone else thought it was really good.  I told' em you can't beat Betty Crocker.  Jack got gift cards to the toy store so I guess tomorrow we will be shopping at the toy store.  He already knows exactly what game he wants.  He has been saving his commissions, that is what we call his allowance,  for several weeks now to buy it.  Now with birthday money rolling in he will be able to get it sooner than he thought.   He is also very excited about his bike.  He has already picked it out so all we have to do is pick it up.  He did need a new one really bad.  The one he has now is too small for him.  Unfortunately, it is too big for Thomas right now.  Thomas is at that in between stage.  He is too big for his bike and  his legs are too short for Jacks' bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-5001370987821967482?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5001370987821967482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=5001370987821967482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5001370987821967482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/5001370987821967482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-digits.html' title='Double digits. . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1311330353065098425</id><published>2009-09-03T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:32:41.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney kids</title><content type='html'>Ok, so why is it that when you tell your child to do something that they immediately respond with the highest pitch whine ever.  Oh, mom whyyyyyyyyyyy?   Can't they just know that they are supposed to do what we ask when we ask it.   Then of course you get the stomping of the feet and the loud huff.  I am trying a new response to those things.  If they give me the oh mom bit I simple point to their room and tell them ten minutes.  I know this is lame and to close to the old time out thing.  But, when their time is up I tell them again what I need them to do and they seem to do it without arguing. &lt;br /&gt;I know they need boundaries but goodness does it have to be this hard.  Do we have to do this every  time.  (whine, whine, whine.)  Life is such a vicious cycle. &lt;br /&gt;I was looking through some old pictures again of the kids when they were just babies.  I miss that age sometimes.  I don't miss the 2am feedings and diaper changes though.  I miss their little laughs as they see something for the first time.  I miss that baby smell too.  You know the one I mean.  That sweet clean smell.  I have two boys and they just stink now.  They have that sweaty, stinky, little boy on the playground all day stink.   They whine and complain why do I have to take a shower?  I took one yesterday.  Mark just tells them to smell under their arms.  That is the male approach to getting them to bathe.  It works so I don't complain.  Mark does have some parenting skills, it has just taken them almost ten years to kick in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1311330353065098425?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1311330353065098425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1311330353065098425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1311330353065098425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1311330353065098425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/whiney-kids.html' title='Whiney kids'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-4590454644135530940</id><published>2009-08-30T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:47:12.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting  . . .</title><content type='html'>I have started knitting.  Mark says it is an old lady kinda thing.  What do you think?  I have always wanted to learn to knit.  My niece Allison knits and she is in high school. &lt;br /&gt;She helped me get started.  I finally finished my scarf I have been doing on and off for two years.  It would not have take that long if I could have gotten someone to show me how to bind it off.  Allison showed me how to get started but nobody ever told me or showed me how to finish.  Finishing is tricky.  I have taught myself the different stitches.  I am now working on a stole for myself.  The scarf is for me too.  When I get more comfortable doing it I will give them to people.  I have found a book on Prayer Shawls that is really neat.  There are a few women in the Church that are doing these.  I will definitely have to get better before I can give them away.  They have a few errors in them and don't look exactly right, but hey they are hand made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am old  because I like to knit.  It is fun to see how it comes together to make something.  I am excited about my stole.  I will have to post you a picture of it when I finish.  My goal is to get comfortable enough that I can knit things and give them away.  Both of my kids received little hats while they were in the hospital right after they were born.  The hats were knitted by local women that volunteer in the hospital.   They are quite precious little hats.  That is what I would like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know your thoughts:  Is knitting an old lady thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-4590454644135530940?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4590454644135530940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=4590454644135530940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4590454644135530940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/4590454644135530940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/knitting.html' title='Knitting  . . .'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-2728579966029354998</id><published>2009-08-27T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:55:14.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days of School</title><content type='html'>Well, the boys survived their first three days of school.  No problems or issues with teachers.  Yeah!!    I may have been concerned for nothing.  Who am I kidding, I'm a Mom I am supposed to worry and be concerned for nothing.  Isn't that in our job description? &lt;br /&gt;I was talking with the dental hygienist this morning about kids and school and she said where her kids go to school they had to buy copy paper.  So, is the School system budget in that bad of shape that they cannot afford copy paper?   Jacks' teacher told me they are only allowed to make one copy per week per kid.  How crazy is that?  I feel a tax increase coming on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really concerned about Thomas adjusting to a new teacher and more work.  He has really not come home with any work yet.  He seems to like his teacher.  He had his kindergarten teacher completely snowed last year.  She was apologizing to me for having to move his clip for something he did.  I told her if he had done something wrong he needed it moved.  Thomas is my charmer, he can charm the pants off of anyone.  He probably got away with a lot last year.   Jack on the other hand he is the brutally honest one of the bunch.  Thomas would lie in a heart beat to save his own skin and make you believe it too.  Not Jack, no matter how much trouble it meant for him he would not lie to get out of anything.   I guess that is why he does not get into that much trouble.  He is a talker.  That is what he gets in trouble for at school.  He is a social butterfly.   He is smart and makes good grades.  He has never gotten in trouble over his grades just his behavior.   I am hoping the behavior thing he will grow out of.  It may just be a boy thing though.  He acts just like his Daddy.   I guess Thomas is more like me.  I don't see myself as a charmer though.  I never got away with anything  when I was in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-2728579966029354998?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2728579966029354998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=2728579966029354998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2728579966029354998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/2728579966029354998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-days-of-school.html' title='First Days of School'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1499766770407261662</id><published>2009-08-22T10:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:37:23.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Telemarketers ? ? ? ?</title><content type='html'>I know they have a job to do but they are soooo pushy. I absolutely hate getting telemarketer calls. Most of the time they are from non-profit organizations begging for money. I know they need money and I am just as sorry as I can be about each one of their&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;causes. But, I have a family and we are working with one income since I stay at home with my kids and I really hate people asking me for money when I work everyday to make ends meet. This is not to say that I don't give to charity because I do. I support our local charities that are associated with our Church and I support our Church with 10% plus. I also am an avid gift giver to breast cancer research foundations and the American Cancer society. I don't want anyone to think I am callous or uncaring for these folks plight. I do care and I know everyone else does but these are hard times for everyone. Don't feel guilty for saying NO. It is ok to say NO. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not like these people constantly calling with their hands out. Who is going to take care of my kids when we don't have money to pay bills. Not one person that's who. That is why today I took a stand and told the lady on the phone that I could not do it this time. I have been bombarded by the Police, Firemen, Cancer Assoc, Mammogram people, and the Children's Miracle network. I have given to many of these over the years and this year as well but today I stood my ground and said, NO. I am not even sure if these organizations actually get the money we give. Yes, this is not your local police or firefighters calling you. They may put on their best southern accent for you but they are not local. I know for a fact that the one group that used to represent the police only gave forty to fifty cents on the dollar to the police they were collecting for. I know this because my father-in- law and brother-in-law are both retired from the local police and my mother-in-law looked into it when she got a call to make a donation. I also know the fire department does not get all the money either because I have an uncle that is a retired firefighter. He was actually the Chief before he retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to give money to these charities go to them in your local area and write the check because otherwise they don't see that money. Also you can check them out with the Better Business Bureau to see if they are legit. &lt;a href="http://www.bbb.org/"&gt;http://www.bbb.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1499766770407261662?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1499766770407261662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1499766770407261662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1499766770407261662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1499766770407261662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/telemarketers.html' title='Telemarketers ? ? ? ?'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><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-2171186031681797657.post-1417316565009426850</id><published>2009-08-21T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:42:37.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School is almost here ! ! ! !</title><content type='html'>I am so excited School is about to start!  Yeah!!!  The kids on the other hand are not so excited.  They are really going to have to alter their schedules.  I have been quite lenient on them about bedtime and what time they get up.  They have been staying up past 9:30 most nights and sleeping till 9 or later most mornings.  I have not slept that late though.  I still have Mark to contend with and my little blind chihuahua.  The Chihuahuas' alarm is set for 6:30am and she expects to be fed immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have a good school year this year.  I am a little nervous about it.  Thomas starting 1st grade and Jack going to 4th, they grow up so quickly.  Jack will turn 10 toward the end of the year and he is really growing up fast.  You can see his maturity some days.  He has started reading his Bible more.  The Bible I have for him is the King James Version so it is a little more difficult for him to read but he is doing it.  He reads a little each night before bed and bedtime prayers.  I get a little teary each night when I see him reading from his Bible.   It makes me feel as though I just may have done something right as a Mother.   Only because the good Lord above has been guiding me. &lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will be praying a lot this year.  I don't know why but I just am really worried about this school year.   Maybe I am apprehensive because I think they are growing up to fast, I am not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171186031681797657-1417316565009426850?l=pamperedmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1417316565009426850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171186031681797657&amp;postID=1417316565009426850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1417316565009426850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171186031681797657/posts/default/1417316565009426850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamperedmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-almost-here.html' title='School is almost here ! ! ! !'/><author><name>Pampered Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
