<?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-17745268</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee's Den</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116538835900724540</id><published>2006-12-05T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:59:19.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J has recently become addicted to the Disney movie Chicken Little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, we were in our front yard when a leaf fell down and landed on J's head. We looked at each other, and he gave me this "what the heck" expression. I smiled because he was too darn cute, then he said, "Sky is falling. Sky is falling." I nearly died of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry, I just thought that was the cutest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116538835900724540?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116538835900724540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116538835900724540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116538835900724540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116538835900724540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/12/chicken-little.html' title='Chicken Little'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116432968825518402</id><published>2006-11-23T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:54:48.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5339/1717/1600/338639/z8128113.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5339/1717/320/109707/z8128113.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today and everyday I am thankful for my faithful blogging friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116432968825518402?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116432968825518402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116432968825518402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116432968825518402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116432968825518402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116417763369291368</id><published>2006-11-21T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:40:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Christmas PJ's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z61839097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z61839097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't these the cutest pajamas ever? I absolutely LOVE the butt flap! I ordered a pair for J, and I am so excited to see him in them. Of course, J's won't say First Christmas since this is his THIRD Christmas! And it won't say Aaron either, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116417763369291368?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116417763369291368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116417763369291368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116417763369291368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116417763369291368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/11/cutest-christmas-pjs.html' title='Cutest Christmas PJ&apos;s!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116363437480735987</id><published>2006-11-15T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:54:31.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I've been up to today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I worked until 12 pm. I went to the gym for a little over an hour. (The gym? I know!) I picked up J. Now, that he's sleeping. I'm getting my blogging fix, and I am about to start making my HANDMADE Christmas cards! Yeah, I said that I wasn't ready to get into Christmas. I feel bad for Thanksgiving, but I can't help feeling a littel Christmas in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116363437480735987?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116363437480735987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116363437480735987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116363437480735987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116363437480735987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-what-ive-been-up-to-today.html' title='Guess what I&apos;ve been up to today!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116355622596105945</id><published>2006-11-14T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:03:46.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read someone's blog today and was reminded about Christmas. I personally love Christmas and all the decorations and things like that. I love to get together with family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got the Christmas lights out of the garage. Now we just have to get them up. Some of the neighbors have theirs on already, but I personally think it's weird to have them up before Thanksgiving. Poor Thanksgiving! Does anyone else get the feeling that this holiday doesn't get as much attention as it deserves? Christmas totally steals it's thunder. I don't know about anyone else but I can't get into the Christmas spirit yet. It's too early. Yet stores are putting up the holiday stuff and people are starting to whip out decorations and talking about buying Christmas presents.  Maybe I will get the spirit after the lights are up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who has already started their Christmas shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116355622596105945?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116355622596105945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116355622596105945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116355622596105945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116355622596105945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/11/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116218185257045735</id><published>2006-10-29T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:18:29.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the name of Britney's baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sutton Pierce Federline or Jayden James Federline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personally, I like the second one better. But it does seem a little too normal/cute for a celeb baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116218185257045735?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116218185257045735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116218185257045735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116218185257045735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116218185257045735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-name-of-britneys-baby.html' title='What is the name of Britney&apos;s baby?'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116197482544756284</id><published>2006-10-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:47:05.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son belongs in his own bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, we were watching &lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/em&gt; in our bedroom. J fell asleep during the movie. Guess he's not a Ariel fan! Well, we let him stay in our bed instead of waking the boy up and getting him all grumpy and what not. Now, I spend one night sleeping with this little man, and I feel sorry for his future wife. He is the grumpiest little thing. If you get too close to him, he GROWLS, not really growls but groans, and tries to push away with his eyes closed. His little feet are everywhere. I slept with one of his legs on my chest. He wants his own blanket! NO SHARING! I finally get some sleep and you know what! It's 5:20 something, and I wake up because I am awoken by a little boy who wants to know if mommy is tired. Yes, my love, I am tired and that is why I am sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116197482544756284?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116197482544756284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116197482544756284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116197482544756284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116197482544756284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-son-belongs-in-his-own-bed.html' title='My son belongs in his own bed!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116129778624928895</id><published>2006-10-19T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:43:06.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J's favorite sentence now is I want [as he points to something]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;various things he has pointed at and asked for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pretty much every car we see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my starbucks frap (which I do not hand over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last but not least, little girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My son is constantly pointing at girls saying "I want..."!!! Usually if she's within our reach, he tries to make a grab for her until I stop him and say "No, J, don't scare this girl." Then he gives me a dirty look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't two year olds a little young for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116129778624928895?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116129778624928895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116129778624928895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116129778624928895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116129778624928895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-116040626433618525</id><published>2006-10-09T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:04:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's monday morning and I'm still at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up and it was like any other day. I started getting dressed and ready for work. I was just about to wake up J when my stomach started acting up. Let's just say that I've made three or was it four? trips to the bathroom since half an hour ago. My mom is on her way over because no offense J, but mommy really does need private time in the bathroom. Especially today. So I am heading to work an hour late, because I need to give myself time to uhh... clear my digestive system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-116040626433618525?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/116040626433618525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=116040626433618525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116040626433618525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/116040626433618525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-monday-morning-and-im-still-at.html' title='It&apos;s monday morning and I&apos;m still at home'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115993033784592133</id><published>2006-10-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:52:17.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet treats anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister-in-law is throwing a birthday party for her daughter, and I'm in charge of desserts. Yeah, why am I in charge of something? I'd be happy as a guest, seeing how she's the one inviting people. But seriously, do you guys have any dessert ideas? My niece hasn't decided on her theme: either a tea party or a halloween costume party. Yes, they're totally opposite ideas. But what can you expect from a young girl? What kind of cupcakes or cookies would you all bake? Yes, I have planned on baking. This is my excuse for baking up a bunch of sweets. (I've actually come to like cooking and baking! See how much other stuff you can do if you're not blogging!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115993033784592133?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115993033784592133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115993033784592133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115993033784592133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115993033784592133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/10/sweet-treats-anyone.html' title='sweet treats anyone?'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115982793914877360</id><published>2006-10-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:25:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then you were two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My goodness, my little jay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where has time gone? You turned two last week! I'll never forget that special moment when you entered this world: 10pm September 26, 2004. You've gotten so big, and you know so much now. You constantly talk. I remember wishing you could talk to me and being scared that you were falling behind. Gosh, around 18 months, you started learning this whole new vocabulary and now you're a full-fledged talker. In fact, we can't get you to stop. Besides talking, you love to eat. Before you would only touch veggies and would be very picky about other stuff. Now you pretty much love everything. Give this boy a mcdonald's happy meal and he loves it! Oh wait, that was supposed to be a secret. I'm sorry babe but that was a once in a lifetime treat. Okay, you've been there like three times this month. But you only got your own happy meal once! Sigh, you were my tiny little baby and now you're this little person. You remind me so much of your daddy. I swear you look more and more like him everyday. Some days, you make a funny expression and I look at you and think gosh, you're a little clone of Ry. It's not fair. Time has passed by too quickly. I can't imagine that two whole years have passed by, but then I can't imagine that you've only been here for two years. It feels like you have always been a part of our life. You're getting older, and everyday you're learning something new. Keep on growing and learning, my boy. Sometimes, I want you to slow down and give me a chance to just stop and admire you. But all you want to do is jump around and blow bubbles! You've shown me to appreciate life, and you've shown me the world in a whole new light. I love you, my blue jay. Even though, I want to stop time and just look at this amazing thing that your daddy and I brought into this world. Don't you ever stop growing. Keep on being the amazing self that you are today. Your daddy and I love you very much, and we'll be behind you in everything you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115982793914877360?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115982793914877360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115982793914877360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115982793914877360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115982793914877360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-then-you-were-two.html' title='And then you were two...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115508586539390104</id><published>2006-08-08T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:11:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has it really been over a month since I've last been here? Wow!  Let me tell you, being a full-time working mommy is really hard. I have also been trying to cook dinner and stuff because eating out is starting to cost too much. But I can't eat without working out. So I've got to work, eat, work out, blog, and make time for my boys. There's not enough time in the day. I feel like I need to cut back on something. And my blogging time has been cut short. I will still try to come and update this place. But I won't be able to be so frequent and what not. Please be patient with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115508586539390104?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115508586539390104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115508586539390104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115508586539390104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115508586539390104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115153124253635001</id><published>2006-06-28T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:47:32.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On June 21, 2003...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got married to Ryan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my husband, my man, my lover, my baby's daddy, my best friend, my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is late, but I just didn't have the time to give an anniversary post the attention it deserved. You may be asking, what did we do? We went to Toy r' us and bought a toy jeep. Yes, that was our special day for you all. Any special this weekend? We've just been watching J cruise around on his jeep. He loves the thing. I swear, everyone should buy their toddler a car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I suck. We've had a lame father's day and a lame anniversary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A big thank you to my husband for being such a wonderful husband and father. Thankfully, he's not a picky man. Because if you're with me and you expect a big celebration, you better plan it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115153124253635001?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115153124253635001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115153124253635001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115153124253635001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115153124253635001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-june-21-2003.html' title='On June 21, 2003...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115104010750445302</id><published>2006-06-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:21:47.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't like the casserole&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't like my cake.&lt;br /&gt;He said my biscuits were too hard...&lt;br /&gt; Not like his mother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't perk the coffee right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't like the stew,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mend his socks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way his mother used to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pondered for an answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking for a clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;Like his MOMMA used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to put this poem on here. I got a good laugh out of it! Hopefully all of you other ladies will enjoy this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115104010750445302?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115104010750445302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115104010750445302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115104010750445302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115104010750445302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/06/womans-poem.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115069936828214060</id><published>2006-06-18T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:42:48.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today I actually woke up early and cooked biscuits and eggs for Ry. Around noon, we grilled those baby backs, grilled corn on the cob, made a big salad full of veggies, and roasted some new potatoes with butter and dill. Yum! I got him his key lime pie that he asked for. We didn't do too much for you, Ry, but you still are the best daddy in our eyes. We love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On June 21 is our anniversary. We should make up for the lame day then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115069936828214060?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115069936828214060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115069936828214060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115069936828214060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115069936828214060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-115006119861796776</id><published>2006-06-11T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:26:38.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June is a busy month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been around much. June has kept us really busy. It's a busy month! All of the nieces and nephews are getting ready to get out of school. I finished my residency and am getting settled in the clinic. That's really taken up most of my time. Ahead of time, I'm sorry if I'm not going to update as much. I've had my sister over a bit and am watching her belly get bigger! Hahaha, my skinny little sister is finally going to know what it feels like to have some meat! (evil sister moment) I'vve been trying to do more fun activities with J because I don't get to see him that much during the day, so I want to at least have some memorable times with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, we took J to the park at like eight. I know, most toddlers are supposed to be getting ready for bed. But this was the park! We had a lot of fun. R was the photographer for this trip, which was very unusual since I am usually the one snapping photos. Of course, he didn't take as much as I would have taken. I just think my baby's so cute that I just keep on taking more and more shots. I took like one picture of J on the swings. That child absolutely adores swings. We really tired out the little guy. He passed out in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was also thinking of maybe taking the boy to watch "CARS" because it seems like everyone has enjoyed it. Plus, J LOVES cars. All types. Even the garbage truck! The only thing is I don't know what he'll be like in the theater. Is he too young? He has a hard time staying still. What do you guys think? When was your child's first trip to the movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-115006119861796776?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/115006119861796776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=115006119861796776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115006119861796776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/115006119861796776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-is-busy-month.html' title='June is a busy month'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114851047119939099</id><published>2006-05-24T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:41:11.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and a whole day is lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I love my job. I really do. I am really excited for working normal 9-5 or somewhat like that hours five days a week. Why you ask? Especially when I have all these days off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's not just the money. Although that is a big part. You don't know how expensive school freaking is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's because a normal working day for me is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wake up &lt;em&gt;supposedly at&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;5:30am&lt;/em&gt; but most often a little bit later. Just a few minutes! I get ready for work. I should leave at like 6:40. I am supposed to start at seven. But you have to be fashionably late. I work 12-hr shifts, so I'm supposed to work until seven at night. But as people in the hospital often do, I have to do a little overtime. So it's rare that I am gone by seven. The time I leave varies. Most often by 7:30pm, but there have been a lot of incidents where it's later. It takes me like 25 minutes to get home. By then, it's around 8 at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, I came home and my lovely hubby had already put J to bed. Most of the time, I get home and I get J ready for bed and put him to sleep. I don't mind doing that stuff by myself because I've been away from him all day. But yesterday, J woke up and went the whole day without seeing me. He went to sleep before I went home. I spent a whole day without my sweet baby. I think that is enough to make any mother a little sad. To make matters worse, I guess Ryan could tell I was upset because he got moody and was MAD at me for not "appreciating" him and this nice thing he did of putting our son to bed himself. He just doesn't understand. So I just had to post this to let my feelings out to someone who would understand. I mean you guys do get me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't wait until I start my new job. I just won't have to deal with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess I understand where Ryan is coming from. I mean, if J wanted to sleep he should go to sleep. I understand, but it still makes me feel a little bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114851047119939099?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114851047119939099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114851047119939099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114851047119939099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114851047119939099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-whole-day-is-lost.html' title='and a whole day is lost...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114827226023954364</id><published>2006-05-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:31:25.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter "N"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had to join in the game. Thanks to Froggie mom, I've got the letter N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works: If you wanna play too, let me know in the comments or send me an email and I'll assign you a letter. Then you write about 10 words that start with that letter that are important to you and explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Noggin-&lt;/strong&gt; I have to say that whenever I feel worn out and tired, this channel comes to my rescue. I turn it on and J will stay still for like twenty minutes. It's such a life saver! I know it's bad for little ones to watch too much tv, but sometimes a mommy has to do what she has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Nancy-&lt;/strong&gt; My MIL and J's grandma! She's an amazing grandma who sends J some of the best presents! I have to say that my relationship with her has improved immensely since J came into our lives. Maybe we just realized that we're stuck for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Nanny-&lt;/strong&gt; If I ever got enough money, this would be something on my wishlist! I would love to have the help. It would be really awesome to have one like Mary Poppins. What child wouldn't love Mary Poppins as a nanny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Nibble-&lt;/strong&gt; J always nibbles on his food first. It's like he needs to take a taste of his meal to make sure that it doesn't taste like crap. If it does, he'll spit it out for us to try to pick up all of the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Norman-&lt;/strong&gt; I think it's important for every stuffed animal to have a name, but J can't name his stuffed animals. So I do! Norman is beige puppy with brown ears. J isn't too fond with Norman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Netflix- &lt;/strong&gt;I don't always use this whole ordering dvds deal. But I have used it before and it is really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Naomi Campbell- &lt;/strong&gt;C'mon you know her! The bitchy supermodel! I just had to put her up because I just love stories with these beautiful women doing stuff really stupid like beating up staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Norah- &lt;/strong&gt;My sister-in-law. I don't know. I'm running out of ideas. I guess she's important because she gave me three nieces and she married my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Nanas- &lt;/strong&gt;J loves his "nanas"! (aka bananas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Neener Neener Neener-&lt;/strong&gt; You know, on tv, when kids tease other kids and say mean things like "neener neener neener". Well at least, I think that's what they say. You know, like the kid on the Simpsons. Well, it just makes me laugh when he says that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114827226023954364?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114827226023954364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114827226023954364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114827226023954364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114827226023954364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/letter-n.html' title='The Letter &quot;N&quot;'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114773227392804461</id><published>2006-05-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:31:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlfactor.com/images/20040509mothersday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.girlfactor.com/images/20040509mothersday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt; I hope all of you awesome blogging mommies had a happy mother's day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I had a wonderful day, most of the time. I had to work the day before for a while, so we just relaxed. We went out to a restaurant with my parents and my sister and her boyfriend. She announced her big news that she's expecting a baby this October which is why she had to move out of my house a month ago. But that's a whole other post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, J and Ryan got me a beautiful bracelet. I love it and the card is so cute. J scribbled in it. He is becoming such an artist. He scribbles on anything he can get his hands on: catalogs, envelopes, you name it. We had a wonderful time. Ryan cooked dinner. He made pork fried rice. He's actually a great cook. He's just too lazy to cook all the time. The boys were great and my day really enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love my boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114773227392804461?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114773227392804461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114773227392804461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114773227392804461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114773227392804461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114730134459505392</id><published>2006-05-10T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:49:04.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been trying to make our yard prettier. J and I decided to work on it together. Well, really me! I totally messed up though. I forgot a few things that I was supposed to do before I planted the seeds because I was in such a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#1 To put in stepping stones, so that I can walk through the garden to get to the nozzle for the hose. (I got stepping stones at the dollar store shaped like bare feet! I love that! Because I'm always going around barefoot!) So, I'm sorry for all you seeds that got dug up a bit and shoved over. Please still grow for me! *wimpering* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#2, There's all these white sparkly rocks everywhere. I'm going to take them out and replace them with shale (red wood chips?) My MIL put it in her garden, and I thought it looked really sharp, and added colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#3, I have a bunch of large rocks in our yard. I was thinking of putting them in the garden, to make it a rock garden instead of flat dirt. But with seeds already planted, can I still put rocks in without squishing anyone? I should have put everything in pots first and then transplanted them. Because I don't know how to plant seeds. Everything's like 20cm wide by 20cm apart and 1/3-1/2 deep. I just spaced them out as best I could. But it obviously wasn't good enough, because I still have 3 packages of flower seeds left to plant. Maybe I'll put them in pots and transplant them later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My oriental lily is growing! I can see her little purple head poking out of the soil. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114730134459505392?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114730134459505392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114730134459505392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114730134459505392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114730134459505392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-garden.html' title='Our Garden'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114712717652900309</id><published>2006-05-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:34:51.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On days off, I shop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/blue.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/blue.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/grayorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J got some goodies today while I was shopping at the Gap in Hollywood. I got a few shirts for myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/blueorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/blueorange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/grayorange.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/grayorange.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/blueS.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/blueS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's why I need to go to work more often! To stop myself from shopping and pay off my school debts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all the shopping and walking around, we ate at Baja Fresh. Yummy Mexican Food! Then we came home in time for a nap! Later on, we're going over to my younger brother's house to visit the new baby again! What a cutie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114712717652900309?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114712717652900309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114712717652900309&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114712717652900309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114712717652900309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-days-off-i-shop.html' title='On days off, I shop!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114660996570099482</id><published>2006-05-02T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:20:12.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Madelynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My niece Madelynn Raychel arrived yesterday at around 10 pm. 5 lbs, 14 ounces. 19 inches. Congrats to daddy, mommy, and big sister! We can't wait to meet you, Maddie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114660996570099482?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114660996570099482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114660996570099482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114660996570099482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114660996570099482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome-madelynn.html' title='Welcome Madelynn'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114649581915752774</id><published>2006-05-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:03:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is up with your son waking you up at like five in morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(It is just too early for me to play!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is up with him deciding to fall back asleep at 7:30? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(After you've had your coffee and am finally ready for the day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gah, I'm off to watch some tv. Who saw Desperate Housewife's yesterday? When they took Lily away, I just about cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114649581915752774?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114649581915752774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114649581915752774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114649581915752774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114649581915752774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-just-wrong.html' title='It&apos;s Just Wrong'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114601919357391830</id><published>2006-04-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:41:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Luncheon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/denise%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/denise%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went out to lunch at like one o' clock with my friend from work. I told her about the whole "me being lame" thing. So, she told me to be adventurous and try something new. I thought that was an awesome idea. So, I ordered one of these cool drinks with an umbrella! Sigh, I'm more lame than I thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114601919357391830?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114601919357391830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114601919357391830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114601919357391830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114601919357391830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls-luncheon.html' title='Girls Luncheon!!!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114599327474217155</id><published>2006-04-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:27:54.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We used to be hip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sure we lost the coolness, when we heard that Ice Age 2 came out and was pretty awesome. So what do we do, we rent Ice Age 1. It came out before we were parents, so you can't really blame that we didn't watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw Ice Age. It was fine.  To me, it was a mess. But hey. I was about to say I'm not in the young groove when it comes to humor but you know. It supposed to be funny and Ryan and I both only laughed once .  So maybe I *am* in tune. It was good, cute, fine, funny, etc. Bit too scatterdypants for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's our wildness for you. Watching a cartoon movie late at night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or like my sister would say, "Please, you only thought you were cool. You never were."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114599327474217155?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114599327474217155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114599327474217155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114599327474217155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114599327474217155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-used-to-be-hip.html' title='We used to be hip'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114529042523928407</id><published>2006-04-17T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:38:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good morning! It's been a long and busy weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On friday, we all went over to my parent's home. We all had fun and colored eggs. I wish I had brought my camera this day because some of the eggs came out so cute. Afterwards, we had a Good Friday dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On saturday, we went to an Easter egg hunt at the park. There were sooo many kids! They had like three different huge pits of eggs and you just had to find your spot. J picked up one egg and started running around and screaming. He was just acting as crazy as the other kids and didn't even pay attention to the eggs. But it was so cute because then this little girl came up to us after the egg hunt was over, and she gave him two eggs because he only had one. So cute! The eggs were filled with fun stuff, not just candy. There was a squishy little dinosaur and just cute stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On sunday, we got up early because we had to go to church because it was easter and my friend's daughter was getting baptized. Congrats Isabel! It was nice and they did a skit about the resurrection of Christ. It was really packed. It was sort of sad because my friend said this much people only show up on holidays. I guess I shouldn't say anything because I am one of those people! After this service, we surprised my parents and headed over to their church service. I thought it would be a nice little treat for them, but Ryan kept on complaining about having to go twice and wearing these clothes and what not. We went out to eat at Marie Callender's with my parents. We had another Easter egg hunt at grandma and grandpa's house. The kids got Easter baskets with some goodies. We had a nice dinner with all of our family here in California. The dessert was courtesy of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, my neighbor came over just before eight! I was so not prepared for the public to see me! But she just wanted to give some Easter treats to little J, so I forgive her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114529042523928407?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114529042523928407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114529042523928407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114529042523928407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114529042523928407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114470135137928569</id><published>2006-04-10T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:37:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't even started working full-time yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't start working at the practice until June, but things have been really busy around here. I only worked two day last week. I hate to think about when I'm going to work full-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Basically, this is what I've been doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trying to get this silly house clean. REALLY clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Looking around at new houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trying to lose weight, or at least get toned. Gym visits bore me, but are a must. J seems to enjoy the daycare though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Spending more time with J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cooking dinner almost every night except for yesterday. I got two new cookbooks from Costco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On top of that, I've been taking care of my niece Jaelene during the day for sister-in-law who's getting ready to pop out another little girl, since my brother's away right now since he's in the navy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that I'm looking at it. I haven't been doing all that much. I feel like I've been much more busy. J's napping and Jaelene's watching Chicken Little. I think I'll go settle down on the couch with her for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114470135137928569?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114470135137928569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114470135137928569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114470135137928569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114470135137928569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-havent-even-started-working-full.html' title='I haven&apos;t even started working full-time yet!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114410808661986210</id><published>2006-04-03T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:48:47.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham 'n Cheese Omelet Bake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z27223101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z27223101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get Pillsbury emails for recipes and this one looks really yummy! I will make it one day, but I just had to share it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham 'n Cheese Omelet Bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time: 15 min (Ready in 1 hr 15 min )&lt;br /&gt;Makes: 8 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brunch bake that has it all, from ham and cheese to veggies, with a biscuit crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 (10-oz.) box Green Giant® Frozen Broccoli &amp; Cheese Flavored Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 (10.2-oz.) can (5 biscuits) Pillsbury® Grands!® Flaky Layers Refrigerated Original Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;10 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon dry ground mustard&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper, if desired&lt;br /&gt;2 cups diced cooked ham&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;4 oz. (1 cup) shredded Cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;4 oz. (1 cup) shredded Swiss cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 (4.5-oz.) jar Green Giant® Sliced Mushrooms, drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oven to 350°F. Cut small slit in center of broccoli and cheese sauce pouch. Microwave on High for 3 to 4 minutes, rotating pouch 1/4 turn once halfway through microwaving. Set aside to cool slightly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Meanwhile, spray bottom only of 13x9-inch (3-quart) glass baking dish with cooking spray. Separate dough into 5 biscuits. Cut each biscuit into 8 pieces; arrange evenly in sprayed dish.&lt;br /&gt;3. In large bowl, beat eggs, milk, mustard, salt and pepper with wire whisk until well blended. Stir in ham, onion, both cheeses, mushrooms and cooked broccoli and cheese sauce. Pour mixture over biscuit pieces in dish. Press down with back of spoon, making sure all biscuit pieces are covered with egg mixture.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake at 350°F. for 40 to 50 minutes or until edges are deep golden brown and center is set. Let stand 10 minutes before serving. Cut into squares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114410808661986210?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114410808661986210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114410808661986210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114410808661986210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114410808661986210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/04/ham-n-cheese-omelet-bake.html' title='Ham &apos;n Cheese Omelet Bake'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114393129118221501</id><published>2006-04-01T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:43:30.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No donuts for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were shopping around at walmart this morning to buy a few things. J and I somehow managed to get into the aisle where they held the donuts and junk. I was debating if I should buy them or not when J started babbling. He was saying "bug bug". One of his favorite new words now! I look and sure enough there's a roach. Needless to say, I did not buy those donuts. I think I'm off donuts for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan did bring me home a mrs field's chocolate chip cookie though. It was yummy. It almost made up for the fact that he bought a pair of shoes for $110 at the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**EDIT**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope you all have a happy April Fool's Day! I totally forgot about this holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114393129118221501?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114393129118221501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114393129118221501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114393129118221501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114393129118221501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-donuts-for-me.html' title='No donuts for me!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114358911112450634</id><published>2006-03-28T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:38:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies Anyone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My husband's friend has a dog who just had puppies! We went to see them and they are the cutest things ever! And so tiny! I really wanted one!!! AND the hubby's friend said we could have one! Should we get one? I said no because I wasn't sure how J would get along with the puppy. What do you guys think? We've had good luck with our kitty cat and they get along. But a new animal in the home? I know a few people who've given up their dog after they've had kids. I don't want to take the puppy and give it away again. And if a new baby comes along, how can we handle that? A toddler, a puppy, and a newborn??? Okay, I think I might have just talked myself out of it. But then again, if Ryan has his way, it might be a while till the baby comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still wish I had one!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I guess it's just not reasonable, but still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114358911112450634?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114358911112450634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114358911112450634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114358911112450634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114358911112450634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/puppies-anyone.html' title='Puppies Anyone??'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114308968135317156</id><published>2006-03-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:56:24.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Deen's my inspiration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fixed a kick ass dinner. It was inspired by paula deen, of course. I made her fried chicken, with peas with dumplings, mac n cheese and homemade rolls. It all turned out REALLY GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Chicken recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your amount of chicken will depend on how many people you're feeding, and what kind of chicken you like, white meat or dark. We had a bunch of chicken in the freezer that I had bought from costco, so we had wings and legs. It is very important that the chicken is seasoned prior to frying and placed back in the refrigerator to sit as long as you can let it. Season with seasoned salt, garlic powder and black pepper. Beat 4 eggs and add a cup of hot sauce to the eggs. Put some self-rising flour into a shallow dish with black pepper added in. Dip the chicken first into the egg mixture and then into the flour. TRUST ME, the hot sauce will not make your chicken spicy at all. It just adds a little somethin' and if you like it spicy, let your chicken soak in the egg and hot sauce mixture a little longer. Go from the egg mixture into the self-rising flour and drop into vegetable oil or shortening heated to about 350. Dark meat takes about 15 minutes per piece and white meat takes about 10. This chicken comes out crispy, crunchy and SO flavorful! I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely recommend Paula Deen's cookbooks. So far, everything that I've made has turned out wonderful and tasty. I've made chicken and dumplings, blueberry cream pie, better than sex? (yes it was! but I don't have a high opinion of sex anyways) cake, fried chicken, easy rolls, and a few other things that I can't think right this second. You won't be disappointed with these cookbooks! I've got two, but she has a few others out that I haven't had the chance to get my hands on yet but I'll have them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day! I hope I've inspired you to make a kick-ass dinner! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114308968135317156?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114308968135317156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114308968135317156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114308968135317156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114308968135317156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/paula-deens-my-inspiration.html' title='Paula Deen&apos;s my inspiration!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114299051389969790</id><published>2006-03-21T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:21:53.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice day out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I called Ryan in the morning to see if he wanted to meet us for lunch. Since there was food involved, it didn't take much convincing. We went to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch. Their pizza is so good. We even decided to get a little "crazy" and had peking duck pizza. It was actually quite good. It taste just like barbeque chicken and you wouldn't really know the difference if you hadn't ordered it yourself. We might have had more fun if picky little J would have eaten something other than ice! He usually doesn't eat too well when we go out, but at home he sure does have an appetite. After we got home, the boy did have a nice lunch and had a good nap. Speaking of sleep, J slept well last night for a chane and I got almost 9 hours of sleep last night! It's a really nice day out. It's been on and off raining for a while. Kind of annoying. I think maybe later J and I can go outside and go for a walk and get the mail and let the boy play with dirt. He loves dirt, sticks, and rocks! Can you say 100% boy?! He is so fun right now! I miss the baby stage, but he's pretty darn awesome right now! He's such a talker. He keeps me busy and always makes sure we're having fun. Besides the cranky moments. I love each stage of his life. I wish he could just slow down and stop growing so I could have time to cherish the moment! Speaking of cherishing the moment, I just had a big piece of carrot cake. Maybe that's why I'm not losing any weight on my diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114299051389969790?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114299051389969790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114299051389969790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114299051389969790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114299051389969790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/nice-day-out.html' title='a nice day out...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114239805967769534</id><published>2006-03-14T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:49:05.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemons are sour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet today during dinner, Jordan had so much fun eating lemons. I let him taste it to show him how sour lemons are. Sure enough, he made a funny face. A few seconds later, he wants another taste. Basically, I end up giving him the lemon and he licks it and makes faces repeatedly. Why do kids like this stuff? Is it fun to torture yourself? I don't know. But I did laugh at all of his funny faces! I tell you my child is the next Jim Carrey with all of his different faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114239805967769534?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114239805967769534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114239805967769534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114239805967769534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114239805967769534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/lemons-are-sour.html' title='Lemons are sour!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114228565627554282</id><published>2006-03-13T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:47:54.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I'm not busy enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided to go back to work full time. I'm taking over a clinic where the doctor is retiring, but I'm still part-time until the old doofus retires during the summer. So, I guess I'll be having normal 9 to whenever jobs on the weekdays now. I better appreciate my days off from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114228565627554282?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114228565627554282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114228565627554282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114228565627554282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114228565627554282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-if-im-not-busy-enough.html' title='As if I&apos;m not busy enough...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114222937107614276</id><published>2006-03-12T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:58:17.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish we were still there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/CIMG5959.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/CIMG5959.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/CIMG5746.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/CIMG5746.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/CIMG5855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/CIMG5855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/CIMG5963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/CIMG5963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/CIMG5754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/CIMG5754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/CIMG58452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/CIMG58452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say if someone offers you a weekend at their time share, you take it. So what if your child's sleeping schedule gets messed up. It's worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114222937107614276?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114222937107614276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114222937107614276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114222937107614276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114222937107614276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-we-were-still-there.html' title='I wish we were still there!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114168783088604543</id><published>2006-03-06T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:30:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I need a reminder to be thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, I found this on some other site who found it from another site and so on. It seems a lot of people can relate. I guess I just need a reminder to be thankful for my stressful life with my idiot husband but cute yet cranky baby. But hey, at least Ryan's being an idiot with me and not some other girl right? (Off topic, but has anyone listened to the most recent Ryan's Roses? That was some crazy drama. Knowing other people have it worse makes a person happier.)  And J's smiles make up for any time when he's moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am Thankful :&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA&lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,&lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM EMPLOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,&lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM WARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I CAN HEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF&lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114168783088604543?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114168783088604543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114168783088604543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114168783088604543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114168783088604543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/03/because-i-need-reminder-to-be-thankful.html' title='Because I need a reminder to be thankful...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114109827075770899</id><published>2006-02-27T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:25:15.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/keppel%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/keppel%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, my son turned seventeen months old. Today, my little boy has completely given up on his bottles. They grow up so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seriously, he's 17 months old. One day he'll be 17 years old. He's not even my baby anymore. He's a toddler! He drinks from his sippy cups and pretty much feeds himself. I no longer wake up every couple of hours to feed my baby some milk as I rock him on the rocking chair. I fix a little bowl of whatever type of food and put it in front of him in his booster seat and he feeds himself. It does take a super long time and you should see the food left on the table, but the point is that he feeds himself. My crazy little boy who never stays still actually sat down on his elmo chair and watched a full hour of television with his plate of grapes. He sat down and payed attention with short intermissions during commercials. He talks quite a bit. He has started to call daddy "ian" for ryan. Daddy doesn't really like it, but it reminds me of those rebellious teenagers who call their parents by their first names. You're growing up and it sort of makes me long for a little newborn baby who depends on me night and day. You're an independent little man. You have your own personality. You love to be the center of attention. You do anything for laughs. I can't wait until I get to see you when you're older and see what kind of person you've become. Then again, once you do get older, I'll long for these days again. I wish you could stay the way you are: this perfect little creature. You'll always be perfect in my eyes. I can't believe your daddy and I have a child as cute as you. You look so much like your daddy, especially since your haircut, it's not even funny. He can't ever deny that your his child and I guess I can't either since you came out of me. I love you J! Don't you ever change. When you are seventeen years old, I want to see the seventeen month old in you still. I want you to still be that little comedian, the independent boy, the boy who loves to eat veggies (i wish), a cutie, and most importantly my little baby. No matter how old you get, you'll always be my baby. It's funny how I thought I loved you more than anything the first time I saw you. I obviously didn't know how much my love would grow. Describing the love I felt for you as soon as you were born doesn't even come close to how much I love you now. I swear that my heart has grown an inch every second since your birth and all that extra room is for my love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114109827075770899?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114109827075770899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114109827075770899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114109827075770899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114109827075770899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114064964241336615</id><published>2006-02-22T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:08:41.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Fling with the Pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan discovered a pacifier during the weekend. He gave it to J to entertain him. Let me tell you, he was super attached to that thing. You would have thought it was his security blanket or something. He even carried it around when he wasn't sucking on it. If he left it somewhere, he would find his pacifier later and carry on. Now, I'm not one to rush a child. Heck, I still give J a bottle occasionally. But I didn't exactly want J to grow super attached to his pacifier right now. However, I wondered how he would react if he no longer had his beloved pacifier anymore. I let this love affair go on for a few days before I got enough courage to steal the thing away. Yesterday night, I took his pacifier while he was sleeping. I was expecting some crying in the morning or at least a really cranky little boy. But he was just himself. Fun and playful. You would have never known about this fling with the pacifier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speaking of finds, I found my card reader. Ryan wasn't even looking for it and he was the one who lost it. It with all of the photo albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114064964241336615?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114064964241336615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114064964241336615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114064964241336615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114064964241336615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-fling-with-pacifier.html' title='Love Fling with the Pacifier'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114039325999915181</id><published>2006-02-19T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:54:20.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called LABOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Friday night, the boy was still sleeping weird. I tried waking him up from his nap, so he could sleep through the night. J would not stop crying, so he cried himself to sleep again. Ryan had to wake up and go fend to the boy's needs. When I got back from work, you should have heard Ryan. "I am so tired...blah blah" Now he knows what I've been feeling like and shoot, I did not complain as much as he did. He expected me to take care of both him and the baby. But yesterday, we decided to go out to dinner after I came home. I had a craving for some cheesecake, so we went to the cheesecake factory. Of course, there was like an hour wait. We ended up coming home really late and J was pretty darn cranky. He didn't get to go to sleep comfortably until past 11pm. Can you say &lt;em&gt;oh shit! &lt;/em&gt;Bad mommy!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But he did sleep through the night! Score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114039325999915181?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114039325999915181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114039325999915181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114039325999915181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114039325999915181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-true.html' title='So True...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114022161981830862</id><published>2006-02-17T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:14:04.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I didn't end up getting to bed this morning till 4am. I couldn't fall asleep. Around 3:15am I started feeling sleepy but for whatever reason J woke up, I picked him up and we went and snuggled in the rocking chair. J wasn't falling asleep while he was sitting in my arms, so I read him a story and tried to sing him his favorite lullaby "Callico Pie" and he fell asleep in my arms so I laid him down and went to bed myself. J woke up at 6am. But this time he wouldnt let me hold him. If I held him he wouldnt eat or he would squiggle off of my lap. I put him in his crib with his bottle (I know I am not supposed to do that, but just this once I figured it would be ok). I went back to bed but an hour later J started to make noises so I woke up as well and went to grab him. So now I feel like I got hit by a truck, ICK! I don't understand why he's been sleeping so weird. It's not like he's a newborn; he should be sleeping through the night. He's been taking later and longer naps as well. Of course, J will wake up and I have to go get him and try to entertain him or make him go back to sleep. Ryan's just sleeping because "he needs his rest". I have to go to work tomorrow, so if he wakes up then Ryan will just have to deal and we'll see how he likes it. Should we put him to bed later and see if he'll sleep more or move his naps up. I don't really see a problem. He will sleep for like three to four hours though, but I don't know if I should just wake him up. I seriously need to figure something out because I do not feel like playing with a 16 month old at 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, please go to sleep tonight!!! Maybe, I'll go wake you up right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114022161981830862?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114022161981830862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114022161981830862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114022161981830862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114022161981830862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh_17.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-114005422432312118</id><published>2006-02-15T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:43:44.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, monday was a bad day where I was just pissed off at everyone. But Tuesday was Valentine's Day! I went to work until 7pm so we couldn't really go out since my husband had to go to work the next day also and everything. Ryan did make a wonderful dinner with corn, green beans, instant macaroni, ribs courtesy of costco, and my husband's version of ice cream sundaes. Okay, he didn't make a romantic course meal or anything. But he did have a bouqet of roses as the centerpiece and a bunch of flavored kisses spread around the table. I've already eaten five kisses in the past hour. He gave me a really cute necklace with three little diamonds for the past, present, and future. We then watched The Skeleton Key which Ryan had rented. I thought it was okay, but according to him it was "one of the worst movies I've ever watched". I ended up falling asleep a little bit before one in the morning. Now that's not too bad, but for some reason Jordan woke up at almost 3:30 in the morning. My son has slept through the night for the past year, excluding a few sick/cranky days, so I don't know what's up with this wake up call. He did go back to sleep at like eight, but by then I had drunk my cup of coffee and was awake so I just stayed on the sofa and channel-surfed because there was nothing really on that interested me. I wish I would have slept though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-114005422432312118?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/114005422432312118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=114005422432312118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114005422432312118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/114005422432312118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-belated-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Belated Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113986650827868898</id><published>2006-02-13T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:35:08.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparenly I'm fat..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have stretch marks...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm a bad parent..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm mean...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm an awful person...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm cruel...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm ugly...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not cool...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I lie...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm Satan...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently *everyone* talks about how I'm fat...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm shallow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the person who says this-&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know ME&lt;br /&gt;They only know who they WANT me to be&lt;br /&gt;So it makes their life easier.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently- they never did anything they regret.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they're perfect&lt;br /&gt;Apparently- we're more alike than we'd both like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad things get...&lt;br /&gt;One thing always makes everything seem worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordan Riley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113986650827868898?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113986650827868898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113986650827868898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113986650827868898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113986650827868898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently.html' title='Apparently...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113943978711585306</id><published>2006-02-08T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:03:07.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows me so well :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a conversation from a couple of nights ago discussing Valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan: So, what do you want so I can buy your present this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Nothing, Valentine's has become a total commercial holiday. I don't need a present. We're more mature than that. We are parents after all. Your love is good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan: That's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a few seconds of silence pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan: Dee, let me look at those catalogues after you finish putting the post-its on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, he knows me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113943978711585306?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113943978711585306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113943978711585306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113943978711585306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113943978711585306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-knows-me-so-well.html' title='He knows me so well :]'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113927663176983197</id><published>2006-02-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:00:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>superbowl weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not much of a football fan, so let me tell you some other stuff first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE GOT A NEW CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We got a 2005 Pontiac G6!! YAY!!! Today J and I went to get like over 100 pictures developed. That's what happens when you don't have a card reader to put them straight into the computer. I might scan a pic or two to put in flickr if I have some time soon because who knows when I'll find the card reader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so the superbowl. I worked and missed the game. Not that it really matters because I don't give a freak about football. Ryan went over to his friend's who was having a barbecue for the superbowl. Jordan had his own fun with his cousin Chin as he visited during Ryan's party. Ryan didn't want to bring Jordan to his friend's house if I wasn't going to go. Can't the man do anything himself? When daddy did come home, he was super happy! Picture this: He tried to teach our sixteen month old about the sport. He had put down 400 dollars on the steelers and luckily they won! Might I add that he didn't tell me before that he had put down that money. If he hadn't won, my goodness! Well, that extra money can help out on our stupid car payments!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw my first episode of grey's anatomy when I came home and I loved it. I totally imagined myself in it. I think I found the show to replace my gilmore girl addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I accomplished quite a bit. It was a very productive day. J even learned two new words. Apple and Orange. What's up with the boy talking about fruits? His favorite type of food is vegetables and he talks about fruits. Well, that's a lie. He loves to talk about food in general. That's the majority of the words he knows. Hash browns (Hush bun), beans(BEEN), etc. Is that all we talk about in our home? He talks about food, knows some people's names, and makes a bunch of different sounds (like meow and truck noises). I went to the gym today. J napped at grandma's house as mommy tried to lose some extra pounds. We went to costco where I developed my pictures and bought some stuff. I'm even going to cook dinner today. No fancy smancy stuff, but my menu is tuna sanwiches and pickles for ryan and I. Hey, that's better than some take out from good ol' Mickey D's. In the morning, I cleaned out our closet and picked up around the house. It was so messy. We need a dresser. We sure have been spending a bit of money lately. We've still got Valentine's day too! We should do something creative like cool couples and give handmade gifts or something. But no, I have to have my store bought present! Okay, I want my present but a girl needs a treat sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113927663176983197?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113927663176983197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113927663176983197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113927663176983197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113927663176983197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/superbowl-weekend.html' title='superbowl weekend'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113894082257732903</id><published>2006-02-02T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:29:27.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to regret this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thirteen Things about weight and dieting by &lt;strong&gt;DEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I think I want to lose like 10 pounds, probably more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I shouldn't relax as much... I need to exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I think that a big problem is our fast food dinners. We need to have less of them and more home cooked meals. But who's going to cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. From now on, I will cook at least twice a week and by the end of the year I might be cooking meals on all of my days off from work. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I think that I can do it. I've got a new issue of Bon Appetit and the naptime gourmet to look at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. I feel inspired to be healthy and fit. So much, tomorrow I will go to the gym and work out! I wonder if my mom is avaiable to babysit. Heck, even if she's not I can take J to the daycare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. I'm so happy right now with the thought of how good I could look with a bit of work. Gah, I'll be totally depressed if my plan doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. If you're wondering what inspired this sudden urge to get healthy, it was that stupid picture that I posted in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. I was like "oh my goodness. that would be so sad if my children were like that due to my example." So I need to take action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Unless, they could just get active with their daddy. But he could also use some more activity and I'm not talking about more thumb workouts with his video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11. I shouldnt have bought the xbox 360. That's another excuse for us to easily sit on our asses for like a hour or more playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;12. I could name a whole list of stuff that we shouldn't be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. Sigh, I'm on a temporary "healthy" high. I'll regret writing this tomorrow as I eat some of J's teddy grahams with some chocolate milk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113894082257732903?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113894082257732903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113894082257732903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113894082257732903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113894082257732903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-going-to-regret-this.html' title='I&apos;m going to regret this...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113890330365880610</id><published>2006-02-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:01:43.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If they're anything like me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then this is h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://calorielab.com/news/wp-images/post-images/kids-eating-television.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ow my children will be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://calorielab.com/news/wp-images/post-images/kids-eating-television.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://calorielab.com/news/wp-images/post-images/kids-eating-television.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113890330365880610?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113890330365880610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113890330365880610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113890330365880610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113890330365880610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-theyre-anything-like-me.html' title='If they&apos;re anything like me...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113883505090720179</id><published>2006-02-01T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:04:10.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who likes to clean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The list from the morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take out all of the trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vacuum  whole house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dust and swiffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do dishes, wipe down kitchen and mop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clean both bathrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I have done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watched some Noggin with the little one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fed the boy some breakfast and lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;played with J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;layed around on top of the bed with J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;checked out some blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordan is napping right now. I told myself that I would clean today. I haven't. I'm spending my free time here on the computer and there probably won't be any cleanning once the boy wakes up. Gah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I should get up right now to clean. Who am I kidding? I'm not going to clean right now. I even signed off yahoo messenger once and made myself get up to clean. I ended up getting a cup of orange juice and sitting back down. Who actually likes to clean? You can come on over to my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113883505090720179?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113883505090720179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113883505090720179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113883505090720179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113883505090720179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-likes-to-clean.html' title='Who likes to clean?'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113825021323502519</id><published>2006-01-25T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:36:53.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan, you're stuck with a tv remote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/remote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/remote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What man wouldn't want this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113825021323502519?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113825021323502519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113825021323502519&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113825021323502519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113825021323502519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/ryan-youre-stuck-with-tv-remote.html' title='Ryan, you&apos;re stuck with a tv remote!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113798496416217525</id><published>2006-01-22T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:34:29.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hubs is no longer the barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My husband has always taken care of his own hair. He takes pride in the fact that he cuts his hair most of the time. He fixes it up every morning. If you've seen pictures of J, you can see that daddy loves to do his hair. I also like to play with his hair, but mainly in the tub. Ryan not only cuts his own hair, but he cuts J's hair. Yesterday, Ryan messed up on Jordan's hair and cut his bangs all weird. We are totally superficial californians, so we couldn't let our son walk around with funky hair all because of his father. I mean, imagine what the other toddlers would think. I couldn't let my son become a loner where all of the children won't play with him because he has a funny haircut. So, I talked my husband into taking our child to a professional. We didn't have any idea if there was any cool kids place anywhere nearby and it was an emergency. Well, not really an emergency for my husband but for my son's sake it was! At the hair salon, Jordan was very squirmy. He started to scream, so I tried to get him to stay still. He just kept trying to get me to hold him. Daddy had to hold him. But the man did an amazing job and Jordan's hair looks super cute now, as usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just to let you all know, I am not that superficial! I would still love my baby even if his daddy messed up his haircut; I just wouldn't love his daddy that much. JOKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113798496416217525?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113798496416217525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113798496416217525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113798496416217525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113798496416217525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/hubs-is-no-longer-barber.html' title='The Hubs is no longer the barber'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113772154308749764</id><published>2006-01-19T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:51:00.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another batch of thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;DEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I read the lovely 15 month letter to LB and it was quite touching.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Happy 15 months LB, btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.I realized that I never wrote a 15 month update for J. Bad mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. How do you remind yourself aout these things? Should I set up an alarm in my cellie "15 mth update today" or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I hope he forgives me when he's older and not just for this but for the many other mistakes that I know I will make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. He's my first baby and he'll be the victim of my many mistakes. Hopefully, I'll get the hang of this by the time his sibling pops around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. The only thing that really matters J is that your mommy and daddy love you very much and we hope you'll bear with us even though we know that you deserve so much more. We wish we could give you the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. I want my child to be one of those kids who actually wants to come home for the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. I love to imagine what the future will be like for my baby. What kind of person is he going to turn into?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. I know that somewhere along the line one of us is going to mess up, but we'll always remember that we love each other and we can get through anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. I wouldn't ever force my child to hide a dead body though, like the new woman in Desperate Housewifes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I would never want my child to be put into any sort of danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. I know that I can't protect him forever, but I can try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursday-thirteen/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113772154308749764?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113772154308749764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113772154308749764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113772154308749764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113772154308749764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-batch-of-thirteen.html' title='Another batch of thirteen'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113762019318507497</id><published>2006-01-18T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:34:28.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The In-laws are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan's parents are staying with us for a week. It's been pretty good. On Sunday, we had my sister's birthday dinner and then we picked up my in-laws from the airport. My sister has been sleeping at our parent's house while the whole clan is here, but my sister just goes on over there when it's time to sleep. On monday, we took them out to breakfast at everyone's favorite breakfast place IHOP. It turns out that J loves pancakes and hashbrowns! And I thought that it had to be something green to find its way into J's mouth! We took some family pictures with the whole family. Ryan's brother lives in San Francisco with his new wife, but they came over here for a weekend. The pictures turned out nice and we're framing one of them. Yesterday, J and his grandparents + uncle + aunt went to the aquarium. I wish I had some pictures. J has just been crazy happy with his grandparents. He's the first grandchild on Ryan's side, so you can imagine that they're pretty crazy about him. Not that my parents aren't crazy about him, but they've got so many other grandkids that have to share the attention. It's sort of like being an only child versus being one of the kids in cheaper by the dozen. Well, with the grandparents here to entertain I've had a lot more free time. Pop by the hospital and work for a few hours, then a few hours to myself, then when I'm totally missing my baby I get him back. It's really great when you don't have those monster-in-laws. They are really friendly, but I think that they only really started liking me after I got pregnant with their grandchild. shh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113762019318507497?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113762019318507497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113762019318507497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113762019318507497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113762019318507497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-laws-are-here.html' title='The In-laws are here!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113743267869445972</id><published>2006-01-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:09:22.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Julia's birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/julesparty009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/julesparty009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/rheasparty009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, we had a yummy birthday dinner for our favorite auntie at a Japanese restaurant. J had so much fun fighting with his daddy with their chopsticks. His daddy is such a big kid. Well, once again, happy birthday to my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113743267869445972?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113743267869445972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113743267869445972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113743267869445972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113743267869445972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/auntie-julias-birthday-dinner.html' title='Auntie Julia&apos;s birthday dinner'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113711856970894588</id><published>2006-01-12T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:16:09.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We need to work on his music appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, everyone else plays their child some nice classical music and their child listens and perhaps he dances or something cute like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My child however feels like he must be different from the crowd. Yesterday, I thought it would be great to play some music for Jordan and see how he liked it. I just wanted to check out if he had any moves. Well, I searched through all of my cds to look for some classical music. I don't own one single classical cd. No problem! I put my cds down and looked for the classical radio station. I acted super excited to be listening to this music! I'm moving around trying to get Jordan to get in the groove. He's just looking at one of the cd cases. I am super dissappointed at this point and just get up to turn off the radio, so I can watch some tv. Yes, we are a tv watching family. We couldn't survive without it. Jordan seems to be amusing himself, so I leave him behind the sofa with his super cool cd case. At least it is to him. I end up talking to him as I'm watching the tv in the other direction. Fast Forward. My show is just about done and I am pleasantly surprised that Jordan has been amusing himself and playing quietly. My husband walks into the room and informs me that while I have been watching tv, my son has been making a huge mess. Let's just say that he has opened a bunch of cd cases and pulled a bunch more down. He was in a little hill of cds and books.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I should have played some classical music when he was in my belly instead of No Doubt and all that stuff as I pretended that I was still cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113711856970894588?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113711856970894588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113711856970894588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113711856970894588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113711856970894588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-need-to-work-on-his-music.html' title='We need to work on his music appreciation'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113694115570473709</id><published>2006-01-10T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:13:09.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordan now knows what to call his family, well at least the important ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: MOM-MEE&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: DA or when he's trying really hard to get daddy's attention DAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kitty, our cat: KIKI (our cat is a male cat that answers to kitty, but we thought mr. kitty made him sound more masculine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Auntie Julia: ANT-TEE&lt;/span&gt; (ok, he calls his other aunties the same thing, but he sees my sister more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mother is still waiting for him to call her grandma, but we told her not to expect it anytime soon. J loves to chat but a lot of his words are baby gibberish, so we don't understand what he's saying. He will just babble and if we don't answer he looks at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113694115570473709?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113694115570473709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113694115570473709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113694115570473709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113694115570473709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/jordans-family.html' title='Jordan&apos;s Family'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113670000291116581</id><published>2006-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:02:25.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven In Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashley tagged me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. own my own practice&lt;br /&gt;2. see my children grow up&lt;br /&gt;3.have a few more kids&lt;br /&gt;4. travel to some exotic place&lt;br /&gt;5. learn to do something adventurous&lt;br /&gt;6. perhaps get a tattoo (I'm too scared that I'll hate it afterwards)&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll leave this blank for any future aspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;1. live without my husband&lt;br /&gt;2. live without Jordan&lt;br /&gt;3. run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;4. be without my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;5. leave my baby with someone else without missing him&lt;br /&gt;6. live without music&lt;br /&gt;7. quit my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven things that attract me to my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. His sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. He's just the sweetest guy I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. He works hard to support his family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. He's always willing to do some handy tasks even if he's not really a good handy man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. He's the father of my child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. He knows what he wants and goes after it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. He's just amazing and I couldn't picture my life without him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven things I say most often:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mother, please...(to my mom)&lt;br /&gt;2. You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;3. I love my baby so much&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a little boy who's __ months&lt;br /&gt;5. Baby, no! (to J &amp; daddy)&lt;br /&gt;6. I said no! (after baby, no)&lt;br /&gt;7. shut up (jokingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven favorite series/books/authors:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;2. The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;3. A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you keep a secret by Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Diary of a Mad Bride to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Diary of a Mad Mom to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven movies I watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;3. Lord of the Rings 1 (because of the hubs)&lt;br /&gt;4. LOTR2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. LOTR3&lt;br /&gt;6. Diary of Bridget Jones 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Diary of Bridget Jones 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven people I tag to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachael (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.growingupgrote.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.growingupgrote.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dawn (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacaroo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.jacaroo.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Leslie (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrs.flinger.us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.mrs.flinger.us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Erin ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callieblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.callieblog.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Rbelle (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellechats.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.bellechats.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6. Magnolia Mom ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magnoliamom.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.magnoliamom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;7. Kelli (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellibelly.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.kellibelly.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113670000291116581?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113670000291116581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113670000291116581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113670000291116581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113670000291116581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/seven-in-seven.html' title='Seven In Seven'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113651261424285695</id><published>2006-01-05T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:57:19.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've joined the thirteen crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;DEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. The longhorns won the game yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Unlike everyone else in California, my household was rooting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone laughed when I always went for the team opposing USC because they always lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Look who lost now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I made my husband wear his orange Texas sweatshirt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He also wore it on Christmas, as mrs. flinger saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My brothers all made dumb comments about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I called most of them up last night to rub the defeat in their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I was pretty pleased last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Someone got lucky last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm really not a bad californian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Usually, I fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. But I'll always be loyal to my Bruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursday-thirteen/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113651261424285695?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113651261424285695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113651261424285695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113651261424285695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113651261424285695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-joined-thirteen-crowd.html' title='I&apos;ve joined the thirteen crowd'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113626356960083986</id><published>2006-01-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:57:21.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a slacker mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure none of you guys would be slacker moms if you took this quiz! You all are super mommies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are You a Slacker mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your quiz results make you a &lt;strong&gt;Pretty in the City Mom&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might have a subscription to both Parenting Magazine and Vogue. While picking up a darling Easter outfit for your tyke at Bloomingdale's you're tempted to grab a pair of Manolo Blahniks for your own tootsies. You are a fabulous mom, and you take care of yourself fabulously, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[www.areyouaslackermom.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will take this time out to tell you all a confession. I shop at nordstrom's... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113626356960083986?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113626356960083986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113626356960083986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113626356960083986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113626356960083986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-slacker-mom.html' title='Are you a slacker mom?'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113626204757608727</id><published>2006-01-02T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:23:07.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was one of my days off. What is there to do for a bored mommy and toddler to do when it is raining? Any suggestions for a rainy day? We could have went to the park or something if mommy was in a good mood and there was some nice weather. But no, mother nature had to send us rain. Jordan and I were bored as hell at home. The tv was on most of the day. I blew some bubbles inside the house for Jordan to try to pop. I tried to get him to blow some, but he couldn't. It was so cute. He was trying like the wolf in the story about the three little pigs when he got to the brick house. But the bubble fun only lasts so long. Before you know it, the little one is bored and there's an hour until naptime. Maybe, we could be a little bit happy if the rain just came today, but it has been raining on and off since like friday. The first day of rain, Jordan and I sat by the glass sliding door and he was just amazing at the wah-wah falling down. I even took him outside for a little bit, until I realized that when it rains it's pretty cold. I thought for sure it would end by monday for the rose parade. (Did anyone watch the rose parade on tv? The disney float was awesome!) Today, the rain just sort of got on my nerves. Keep your fingers crossed so the sun can come out tomorrow. My sister and her friends are going to vegas this weekend for her birthday so they are going to need some dry roads. My baby sister is going to turn 21! Holy crap! We can go out for drinks now! Amazing girl who is doing amazing in fashion design school. I love her drawings. Maybe I should draw tomorrow with Jordan if it's still raining. I am quite the talented artist. I think my stick figures are the best stick figures out there! Well, J is about ready for bed so I shall go and hope that the rain leaves us by tomorrow. How do people in Seattle or any place else that it rains a lot survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113626204757608727?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113626204757608727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113626204757608727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113626204757608727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113626204757608727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113618863830113600</id><published>2006-01-01T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:35:11.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone! Did anyone stay up until midnight? I sure as hell didn't! I was working saturday and then I had to work again today. Not to mention, the child has a bed time. Nevertheless, it is a new year. 2006! I was trying to get Jordan to say happy new years today, but he wasn't cooperating. He was just giving me this look that gave me a little preview of life with a teenage boy. Along with new years are resolutions. I actually made a few of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dee's Resolutions: (in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I would like to get pregnant with Jordan's little brother or sister this year. I just need to get Ryan to cooperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I would like to start going to the gym on a regular basis. Gotta get some hard abs. This one will take a lot of work. You know, I'm thinking about what in the world is the point of getting abs if I'm going to get pregnant. I'll just get a big stomach anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to start eating heathy organic foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;J's Resolutions: (mommy knows what her little boy wants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To get potty trained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To have a nice second birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To get daddy to give me a little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To look fucking cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't think of any besides those. All I freaking care about are babies and how I look. Is that bad? Well, I would like to add something humanitarian or something. Here's a resolution: to find world peace. There, I feel better about myself. I was thinking about dropping the second resolution, but according to Ryan, you still have to get fit even if you're going to have a baby and ruin your hard as rock abs. He did mention that I can drop the getting pregnant resolution and I will still have nice abs. Chicken shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Does anyone else have any resolutions? All of us here sure are interested in hearing your plans for the new year! My husband just let me know that his resolution is to have sex whenever he feels like it. We already know that there's one resolution not going to make it throught the year. Ryan's telling me that I should go to bed now, so get back to me with your resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113618863830113600?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113618863830113600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113618863830113600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113618863830113600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113618863830113600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113592722374921722</id><published>2005-12-29T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:20:23.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our favorite gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan got the XBOX 360......it's pretty cool, I actually just spent like an hour playing CONDEMNED..........really scary. ha. It's a game where you try to catch a serial killer. I surprised Ryan and bought him Call of Duty 2 and Condemned also. Renting games is pretty gay, cause then you don't finish them. Those freaking games are expensive too. $60 each! But I was looking on EBAY at XBOX 360's and people are on there selling them for over a thousand dollars!!! pretty crazay!! You can also download music videos and it comes with a DVD remote. lol. and the graphics on there are crazy awesome........money well spent. now we just have to go buy an HDTV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite present was any money given to us or Jordan because, trust me, we need whatever we can get our hand on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113592722374921722?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113592722374921722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113592722374921722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113592722374921722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113592722374921722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-favorite-gifts.html' title='Our favorite gifts!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113592703078322130</id><published>2005-12-29T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:17:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's favorite toy from his new stash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z12499398.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z12499398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have a winner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of us hope you guys had a merry Christmas and that the little ones got a good stash of toys. I know my little J got some pretty good gifts. This one would have to be his favorite. He likes to push the shapes one right after another and hear the noises. We had fun and got together with my whole family on christmas eve, my parents and sister on christmas, and then all of us again for my mom's birthday on the 27th. On the days when we didn't do anything fun, I was working. I also worked on my mom's bday, but I got off in time for bday dinner. Next up: New Years! Up till midnight with a toddler? Yeah, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113592703078322130?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113592703078322130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113592703078322130&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113592703078322130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113592703078322130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/jordans-favorite-toy-from-his-new.html' title='Jordan&apos;s favorite toy from his new stash...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113540235159573232</id><published>2005-12-23T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:45:51.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out these sugar cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z16637344.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z16637344.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z16637390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z16637390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z16637616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z16637616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z16637655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z16637655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113540235159573232?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113540235159573232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113540235159573232&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113540235159573232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113540235159573232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/check-out-these-sugar-cookies.html' title='Check out these sugar cookies!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113532272171920459</id><published>2005-12-22T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:25:49.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy mommy, cranky boy, and fat santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This day didn't even start out okay. It was horrible to begin with. I woke up at 3am and couldn't go back to sleep. This was after falling asleep after midnight (around 12:40ish). I finally was able to fall asleep at like 6, but Jordan happened to wake up at 6:30. Ryan was getting ready to leave for work, so I ended up having to wake up to get the little boy. Normally, Jordan would make cranky me happy by flashing a cute smile or something. Nope. The boy was in a super cranky mood. Not to mention, he has caught a little cold. He sneezed a lot during the day and had a &lt;em&gt;don't mess with me&lt;/em&gt; attitude. Basically, the morning consisted of me trying to get Jordan to eating, giving up, and chasing Jordan around with my camera as he tried to get away. I had planned a playdate with my friend Beth to get together our little boys. Poor Calvin. I don't think Jordan was very much fun. J was cranky the whole time. He wanted me to hold him the whole time or be left alone in his stroller. We took the boys to go see Santa and take pictures with him. Let me tell you. Tons of mommies were trying to get pictures with santa four days before Christmas. By the time it was our turn, Jordan was quite pissed off and it shows in the picture. Beth did manage to entertain Jordan with a couple of random objects from her car. I seriously wonder why the heck she carried all of this weird junk, like flags and stuff. Jordan took his nap after we got home. A long two hour nap! I should have rested during this time, but I didn't. I was too busy! At home, daddy gave him a bath after he came home. He left Jordan on the bed with his little towel. I thought he looked so cute, so I quickly snapped a picture. Unfortunately, Jordan got the hint that he looked so cute. He ran around naked for a while before daddy finally put on his clothes. Jordan didn't go to sleep until 10:30! Mommy will never get rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113532272171920459?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113532272171920459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113532272171920459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113532272171920459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113532272171920459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleepy-mommy-cranky-boy-and-fat-santa.html' title='sleepy mommy, cranky boy, and fat santa...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113513835432998502</id><published>2005-12-20T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:12:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're on a sugar high!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I went to this school to teach the kids about health and nutrition. The kids are so cute! The little ones, not really the big ones. The big ones are kind of obnoxious. Well, afterwards they had a huge table full of food (mostly junk food, like donuts, cupcakes, candy). I couldn't resist. I got myself a little plate of goodies. The problem was you know when you're at a party and you have no one to really talk to and hang out with you get bored. Well, I was super bored so I did what the bored people at the parties do. Hang out by the snack table! I just helped myself to whatever I felt like. Let me tell, that wasn't a good idea. You know when you eat too much and you just don't feel good anymore. That was how I felt. I felt so horrible too as I was driving home. There I was talking about nutrition and staying healthy and I can't even list all of the crap I ate. So when I got home I decided to make up for everything. I took Jordan for a long walk around the neighborhood to get in some exercise. I am talking like an hour long! But I got bored and decided to get home. Besides it got dark at like 4:50 or somewhere around there. I also let Jordan eat a lollipop because I felt bad for telling children not to eat junk food when I had eaten so many. I couldn't let my son eat only junk also. So, we had some chicken from the lovely costco delivered by my husband along with some broccoli. Well, technically the food was for my husband and jordan because I decided to skip dinner to make up for the extra calories from the crap I ate. I am also regreting giving Jordan that lollipop because now daddy is sharing his drumstick ice cream cone with the boy. We're are rotting the teeth Jordan is barely growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113513835432998502?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113513835432998502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113513835432998502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113513835432998502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113513835432998502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/were-on-sugar-high.html' title='We&apos;re on a sugar high!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113505148437164211</id><published>2005-12-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:04:44.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, my sister, Jordan, and I went to the mall. Here's some random pics I thought I would share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big backpack on window display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y165/teenieleenie51/summer/DSC01228.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" height="394" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y165/teenieleenie51/summer/DSC01228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/DSC01230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/DSC01230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;--pretty dress to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/DSC01229.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/DSC01229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;--pretty dress to try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/DSC01231.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/DSC01231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;--purse my sister told me to buy, but I thought was too expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/DSC01239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/DSC01239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;--big coke dispenser thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Random cool things at the mall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113505148437164211?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113505148437164211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113505148437164211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113505148437164211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113505148437164211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/mall-time.html' title='Mall Time'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y165/teenieleenie51/summer/th_DSC01228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113496479703937915</id><published>2005-12-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:20:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 5 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.) I love disney movies. I don't really watch the new ones, but I'm talking about the classic disney movies. I wish I could blame my disney watching on my child, but I know that I'm the only one really paying attention in my household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.) I always wanted to adopt a child. Get one from a different place each time and have my own little country with no prejudice. But Angelina Jolie stole my dream and put it into plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.) I love making desserts! I like baking cookies and pies and cakes (not so much cakes because it's tons of work). I like jello (my seven layer jello is simply awesome!). It doesn't feel like a chore like cooking dinner can sometimes feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.) As you could probably guess from #3, I have a serious sweet tooth. I always tell people to eat fats and sweets once in a while. I should listen to myself more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.) When I wear my engagement ring, it sometimes distracts me. I just get caught looking at it or playing with it. When I was younger, nail polish used to do the exact same thing. I would always paint my nails and during class I would just stare at the different colors because I would paint each one a different color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I won't tag anyone else because everyone else has already been infected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113496479703937915?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113496479703937915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113496479703937915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113496479703937915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113496479703937915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-things.html' title='THE 5 things'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113496428184469178</id><published>2005-12-18T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:51:21.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This little boy needs a brother someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordan met his little cousin Chin and we can tell that they're going to be the best of friends. Chin is so cute! He seems to be a pretty easy-going little guy which is good for my brother and his wife. However, he is bit clingy and needs one of his parents within his view. But I can totally understand, he's in a new place with a bunch of strangers and he just needs someone to depend on. I'm really proud of my brother and his wife for deciding to adopt. They were trying for a baby and when it didn't happen after a year of trying, they decided that they didn't want to go through all of these procedures and everything just to get pregnant. They were like all that matters is that we have a little baby of our own. I don't know what I would have done in their position. But let me tell you, these two boys have been having fun together. We visited them at their house on wednesday and thursday. We all had dinner at grandma's friday. Then the boys saw each other again yesterday, I wasn't there though. They seem to be getting along great. My brother videotaped them in the bathtub together. Then my sister-in-law and I took the boys to the park on thursday for a little while. You can tell that my brother and my sister-in-law are already in love with him. My sister-in-law Lisa is one of my few sister-in-laws that I really like because she's an amazing woman and I know she'll be an amazing mom. As I've been watching the boys these past couple of days, I've realized how awesome it would be to have two little boys because I am pretty sure that Jordan will make an amazing big brother. Even if he did start crying when I made him share his toys. But he probably just wasn't used to sharing since he's our only baby and his older cousins don't give a crap about his little baby toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113496428184469178?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113496428184469178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113496428184469178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113496428184469178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113496428184469178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-little-boy-needs-brother-someday.html' title='This little boy needs a brother someday...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113444889524836483</id><published>2005-12-12T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:41:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refueled thanks to El Pollo Loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy day today! Was at the hospital from seven in the morning until like 6:30. Then I rushed home. Yes for living so close to work. Afterwards, I went straight to reading blogs and leaving comments. My husband and Jordan went to El Pollo Loco to go get us some dinner. Jordan is eating the same food that we have for dinner, most of the time. Today, he had corn and macaroni and cheese with some chicken snuck in with his noodles whenver he wasn't looking. ;] Hey, a mama's got to do what a mama's gotta do. He was getting high on broccoli for a little while, so this was a nice change. He had broccoli for four nights in a row with his food. Well, then I decided to come back here to blogland. Jordan's right here in the room with me dancing to music. Technically, Mariah Carey. He's got some really cute christmas jammies on. They'll make or cute pics if I feel like getting the camera out someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our weekend was pretty fun. Ryan and I went to a party for a hospital on saturday and Jordan spent the night at my parent's house. It was fun to dress up and just be with Ryan for a whole night. I'm really thankful that my parents are here to help out whenver we need it. Seriously, they are like Jordan's second set of parents. My mom takes care of him when we're working. I don't know where we'd be without them. People say you don't truly appreciate your parents until you yourself become a parent and that is so true. My mom and I don't always get along, for stuff I won't even bring up, but I'm really thankful for all the things she does for Jordan and her other grandchildren. On sunday, we went to church. I love going to church during christmas time and we had a family friendly party afterwards. We brought Jordan along to this one. I swear he's such a ham. He was just blabbering off to all of these strangers, at least to him they were strangers. He's starting to really talk, like we can understand him. We can't have conversations. But he can say hi and bye bye and a bunch of other words. Sometimes, I guess that he says something but he'll never say it again. Does that count? We also made some cookies (peppermint snowballs) saturday. Also, kelly, church glass windows are these cookies that look like glass windows because they turn out so colorful thanks to the melted mini marshmallows. I posted the recipe on the naptime gourmet, if you want to check them out. Gosh, I've rambled on enough. I've got so much energy on me that I don't know what I'll do next. But I've got to get off the computer because Jordan keeps on trying to grab the mouse. It's the pollo loco that energized me, I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Forgot to mention, Jordan's cousin Chin is coming home wednesday and we're just so excited. We got his picture emailed to us and he is a cutie pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113444889524836483?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113444889524836483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113444889524836483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113444889524836483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113444889524836483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/refueled-thanks-to-el-pollo-loco.html' title='Refueled thanks to El Pollo Loco'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113418005293840303</id><published>2005-12-09T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:04:55.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the 2005 Holiday Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? wrap and might I add that the finished product is usually quite pretty that I feel a bit bad when we open them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? Depends on the rest of the decorations and the house. White are a bit more classy and colored is a bit more friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe? No, although last year I bought some from a little boy scout troop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up? day after thanksgiving or else sometime during the week after thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? My husband's lasagna which he makes every year and it is one of the only good things he can cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child? All of my brothers would come over during the holidays, since some of them were already out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? My brothers knew santa wasn't real, but they would pretend while we were little. One day, I just joined the big kids who knew that santa wasn't real and pretended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? We celebrate with my family on Christmas Eve since the brothers are always at the wife's house on Christmas and do a gift exchange between the grandkids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10. What kind of cookies does Santa get set out for him? A church glass window and milk for santa and carrots for the reindeer. (We would leave one for santa and save the rest for ourselves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? Love it when we go up to the mountains and see the snow for a day. But I could never live in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;12. Can you ice skate? I haven't for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift? When Ryan and I were dating, he bought me a little kitty for our second christmas together who later became our lovable but fiesty mr. kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Time with the family. And right now, I love to look at Jordan and see the smile on his face. I don't know if that ever stops for moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? My mom's church glass windows ties my brother's kahlua cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?Christmas eve, my family gets together and has a gift exchange. We spend Christmas day with the in-laws and my mother-in-law makes killer mashed potatoes and her special gravy. She must teach me someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. What tops your tree? Usually, a star. But we haven't gotten one since Jordan was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;18. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving? Giving. I love to put smiles on other people's faces. But I don't mind it when other people put a smile to mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas Carol? Mary, Did You Know...is that a christmas carol? I also like Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer because of all of the red noses kids wear when they sing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum? Yuck to the peppermint ones. Yum to the flavored ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now it is your turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113418005293840303?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113418005293840303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113418005293840303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113418005293840303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113418005293840303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/welcome-to-2005-holiday-edition-of.html' title='Welcome to the 2005 Holiday Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113392927887175587</id><published>2005-12-06T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:21:26.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's adopting too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Brad Pitt and Ms. Angelina Jolie haven't confirmed that they are seeing each other and rarely ever talk about each other. Is Brad Pitt Angie's lover? Most likely. But while America ponders and wonders about Brad and Angelina. Are they or aren't they? Come on out you guys! Everyone has pretty much gotten the clues by now. They might not be totally admitting that they are a couple, but they are the parents of two beautiful adopted children. That's right, Brad Pitt is the daddy of Angelina's children. He's seeking to become the adoptive father of Angelina's kiddos and change their last names. That's good for him! I hope if the whole Brad and Angelina thing ends, he'll still be there for those little ones. The only thing that I find kind of wierd is the whole last name thing. Jolie-Pitt just isn't that attractive to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113392927887175587?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113392927887175587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113392927887175587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113392927887175587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113392927887175587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/look-whos-adopting-too.html' title='Look who&apos;s adopting too!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113392453244991713</id><published>2005-12-06T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:29:53.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's getting a new playmate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, no I'm not the one giving him one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brother and his wife went to Korea yesterday to pick their little bundle of joy. They're getting a cute little Korean baby boy. The best part is that our boys are so close in age. Their little boy turned one year on October 1 and Jordan's birthday is September 26. Before, the cousin closest to Jordan's age was seven years old! I'm sure they'll be the best of friends as they grow up together. Especially, since we're walkable distance from each other. The boys can walk over to each other's houses and just hang out and do whatever boys like to do for fun. I'm so excited! I can't even imagine how excited I'll be when Jordan get a little brother! or sister. I really don't care what gender any of my babies are. My husband may have a preference for a little girl, but I don't care. Well, sometimes I stick up for a future little boy since my husband is so stuck on getting a girl next time around since he already has his son to pass down the name or whatever. I just want them to be healthy and cute. All babies are cute in their mother's eyes, so I just worry about the healthy part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113392453244991713?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113392453244991713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113392453244991713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113392453244991713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113392453244991713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/jordans-getting-new-playmate.html' title='Jordan&apos;s getting a new playmate!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113376350981439990</id><published>2005-12-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:18:57.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else is doing it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From LIFE OF MOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN random things you might not know about me:&lt;br /&gt;1: When I first got engaged to Ryan, we told my parents first. My mother went psycho and started telling everyone. I pretended to be totally appalled, but I was secretly happy.&lt;br /&gt;2: The day Ryan asked me to marry him, I had spent the morning telling my sister that I wasn't ready to get married and probably never would be ready for a family. She will never let me forget it.&lt;br /&gt;3: I used to be a tomboy when I was little. Right before high school, I turned into a girl and never turned back.&lt;br /&gt;4: I used to think my sister was a gift from God so I wouldn't have to be the only girl with six brothers. Now, she's just sort of my sister. Can't imagine life without her. Even though sometimes she can get on my last nerves.&lt;br /&gt;5: Iwould rather be hot than cold. I can easily freeze to death&lt;br /&gt;6: I'm usually really messy, but since I've married Ryan I've had to learn how to clean because he's a neat freak. He even does the laundry because he doesn't like how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;7: I've lived in California all my freaking life. But I wouldn't want to move.&lt;br /&gt;8: I either finish a book in one day or I will never finish it.&lt;br /&gt;9: Sometimes I complain about my life, but I wouldn't change one bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;10: I pick my chapsticks based on how they smell. Stupid, but I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="more-39"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NINE places I’ve visited:&lt;br /&gt;1: San Francisco, CA&lt;br /&gt;2: Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;3: San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;4: New York City&lt;br /&gt;5: Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;br /&gt;6: Orlando, Florida&lt;br /&gt;7: England&lt;br /&gt;8: Ireland&lt;br /&gt;9: Palm Springs, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1: Cook dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;2: Buy me a present.&lt;br /&gt;3: If you don't know what I want, giftcards are nice.&lt;br /&gt;4: Talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;5: Or just listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;6: Make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;7: Let me win arguments.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be a good daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1: Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;2: Be a really good mother.&lt;br /&gt;3: Be a really good wife.&lt;br /&gt;4: Do something adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;5: Get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;6: Have more fun than worries.&lt;br /&gt;7: Have a hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX things I’m afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1: Bugs/Insects.&lt;br /&gt;2: Losing my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;3: especially losing my husband and baby!&lt;br /&gt;4: And losing my other family members.&lt;br /&gt;5: And losing my friends.&lt;br /&gt;6: Basically, losing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE things I don’t like:&lt;br /&gt;1: My hair on certain days.&lt;br /&gt;2: Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;3: Surgery is very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;4: My husband when he's mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;5: Work, but sometimes I do like it. Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR ways to turn me off:&lt;br /&gt;1: Act like a know-it-all because I'm the know-it-all. jk.&lt;br /&gt;2: Never shut up.&lt;br /&gt;3: Be rude.&lt;br /&gt;4: Be mean to kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE Things I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1: Brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;2: Kiss Jordan and Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;3: Talk to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;1: Ryan&lt;br /&gt;2: Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing on my mind right now:&lt;br /&gt;1: What time is Jordan going to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113376350981439990?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113376350981439990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113376350981439990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113376350981439990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113376350981439990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Everyone else is doing it...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113347894118306080</id><published>2005-12-01T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:15:41.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brown rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;squash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cottage cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;topped with muenster cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All mixed together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yum yummy...for your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113347894118306080?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113347894118306080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113347894118306080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113347894118306080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113347894118306080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/12/lovely-lunch.html' title='Lovely Lunch'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113341532796633721</id><published>2005-11-30T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:38:46.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie won me over too! dammit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yesterday, we saw mr. and mrs. smith. I was just planning to make fun of the hubs because of the little crush he has on Angelina Jolie. But dammit...she won me over. I actually liked the movie. In fact, I liked it so much that I wasn't ready for the end when it came. As I watched the movie and as the characters were falling in love, it sort of felt like we were watching a love story between brad pitt and angelina jolie. Just with fighting scenes in between the loving. Umm..there's a spider crawling on the desk and it's getting a little close. It's kinda freaking me out. Here come Ryan to kill it. Seriously, I couldn't live without him. Who would kill the spiders? Not me. Back to mr. and mrs. smith since Ryan has everything under control. I would recommend the movie to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reality check: It just came to me that the movie was scripted, so this was really supposed to be acting not like the mr. and mrs. pitt story. And if this really was happening during the time the movie was being made. Then poor mrs. pitt, Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113341532796633721?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113341532796633721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113341532796633721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113341532796633721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113341532796633721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/angie-won-me-over-too-dammit.html' title='Angie won me over too! dammit!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113332283299528907</id><published>2005-11-29T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:58:22.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys were too busy running after Angelina Jolie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ahmedarshi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/1222764~Mr-Mrs-Smith-Advance-714964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ahmedarshi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/1222764~Mr-Mrs-Smith-Advance-714964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I came home from work and no one was home. I was a little curious about where everyone was. However, it's very rare to be home alone so I relaxed. Well, I felt a little guilty about not running around looking for them and being worried out of my mind. So, I called my husband to find out where he was at seven in the evening with my baby. This was him. "Sorry hun, but mr. and mrs. smith came out today. So I had to go to a quick Costco run. "Yes, my husband and son abandoned me so they could run off to get a dvd that Angelina Jolie is featured in. Before I had a chance to get upset at my husband, he told me he was buying me pizza. How could I be upset at the man for buying me food? So tonight, we shall be watching mr. and mrs. smith. The baby will be playing with his toys, perhaps I shall join him. But before that, I'll be making faces at my husband while he is fully engrossed in watching Angelina Jolie as she tries to kill her husband aka Brad Pitt. This is the movie that brought an end to my favorite golden couple, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. This dvd shall be resting in our house, in the shelf where my husband will worship it until he forgets all about it. He setting it up right now! I can't wait to watch him watching! Maybe I'll be lucky and Jordan will join me in making fun of his daddy. Unless, he ends up staring at Angelina Jolie too! Jordan is Ryan's son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113332283299528907?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113332283299528907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113332283299528907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113332283299528907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113332283299528907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/boys-were-too-busy-running-after.html' title='The boys were too busy running after Angelina Jolie'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113323492851380033</id><published>2005-11-28T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:49:39.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 months since saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordan turned 14 months saturday! He's getting so big! He's starting to eat what we eat, most of the time. The boy is a sucker for green vegetables. Seriously, this kid has got to have his veggies. Green bean, peas, broccoli (the soft part cut up), etc. It's actually kind of hard to get him to eat the rest of the meal if he sees more veggies. Is he a future vegetarian? I hope he keeps this up as he gets older! Did i just jinx myself for a hamburger loving, veggie hatin teenage boy. Knock on wood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today Jordan got a booboo. I have no clue what he did, but obviously he fell. He was playing in his room and I went across the hall to my room to do something and I heard a boom and then he started screaming. Perhaps if I had stayed at work later, this little accident could have been because of the hubby. Oh wells, too late. Never let that boy out of you sight, I tell you! But when I went in nothing was out of place...he has a cut under his nose. It was bleeding so of course when I saw that I was freaking out. He wouldn't let me look at it either! But it's fine now, just a scabby gross cut. I guess now that he's a toddler, he's going to be getting himself into plenty of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you guys can see, the little one sure is growing up and becoming his own person. If he's a veggie loving, nose cutting little boy, I'll love him. How could you not love his cute little face? Oh, he got an early christmas present from his grandparents in New Hampshire! They promise more to come! yippee! He loves the little outfits!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/DSCF2036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113323492851380033?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113323492851380033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113323492851380033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113323492851380033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113323492851380033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/14-months-since-saturday.html' title='14 months since saturday'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113323421346313136</id><published>2005-11-28T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:16:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing like a true california girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this was a phone conversation between my friend and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: it's so cold. i swear i'm going to freeze to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friend: i know! it's getting pretty cold over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: i hate winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friend: what's the temperature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: almost 60 degrees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friend: hahaha, girl it's 17 degrees over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is why I could never live in the North Pole! My friend's just in Nevada, but I would probably freeze up in Nevada too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113323421346313136?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113323421346313136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113323421346313136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113323421346313136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113323421346313136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/freezing-like-true-california-girl_28.html' title='Freezing like a true california girl'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113297777312318156</id><published>2005-11-25T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:03:21.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 Things I'm Thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Ryan, my wonderful husband, who has brought so much joy to my life, including my little Jordan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. The wonderful blessing of Jordan. I love being a mom and wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. My family because I'd be nowhere without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. For all of my friends, blogging buddies included, because they're just as important as family. They do the same thing as family members, but it's somehow more special because they don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. To be healthy and alive. To be able to wake up everyday and start a new day. To have family and friends who are healthy as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113297777312318156?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113297777312318156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113297777312318156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113297777312318156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113297777312318156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113295214749377883</id><published>2005-11-25T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:55:47.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember why I married this man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z11249988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z11249988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/z11249836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/z11249836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113295214749377883?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113295214749377883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113295214749377883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113295214749377883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113295214749377883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-remember-why-i-married-this-man.html' title='I remember why I married this man'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113289735416691154</id><published>2005-11-24T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:42:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/99610889_341738356_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/99610889_341738356_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113289735416691154?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113289735416691154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113289735416691154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113289735416691154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113289735416691154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113262750268646174</id><published>2005-11-21T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:45:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching movies and growing teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought Fever Pitch from On Demand and it was cute. Not as funny as I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone seen The Polar Express? I'm interested to know if it's a good Christmas movie or not. I was thinking of getting it to add to our Christmas movie collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordans's INCISORS are coming, The top right has poked through and his gums are swollen where all the others should come, so he's about to have 4 more teeth here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113262750268646174?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113262750268646174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113262750268646174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113262750268646174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113262750268646174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/watching-movies-and-growing-teeth.html' title='watching movies and growing teeth'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113254989504354659</id><published>2005-11-20T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:14:16.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WHOLE WEEK OFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have to work because I have the week off! Score! Just me and the baby and the husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope everyone else has a wonderful Thanksgiving week too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113254989504354659?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113254989504354659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113254989504354659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113254989504354659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113254989504354659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/whole-week-off.html' title='A WHOLE WEEK OFF!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113218241625949298</id><published>2005-11-16T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:06:56.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;NOW THAT YOU HAVE DONE THIS AND CANT GET IT RIGHT ALL YOU CAN DO IS SMILE :) HAVE A GREAT DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113218241625949298?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113218241625949298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113218241625949298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113218241625949298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113218241625949298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/try-it_16.html' title='Try It'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113211255465856952</id><published>2005-11-15T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:03:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my son is stuck with a girl's name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since when did Jordan become a girl's name? I met a mommy last month and her little girl was named Jordan. Today, as I was searching this name website, I found out that Jordan is in the top 50 for girl's names. It was like 43 or something. I was amazed. It did make me feel a little better that Jordan was #39 in the boy section. So more boys are named Jordan than girls. But don't get me started on Riley! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ended up searching for my name in the popular girl names section. It took forever! My name was #933! And it wasn't even spelled right! They had two S's and I only have one S. Well, at least I made the top 1000! I swear, if I ever have another child, it will be a miracle if we ever name the child. BTW, on that little issue I typed about. The hubs doesn't want to have a baby; he still wants to have sex. But now that I think about it, maybe my sister is just an excuse. Well, whenever the next baby comes we'll embrace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113211255465856952?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113211255465856952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113211255465856952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113211255465856952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113211255465856952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-son-is-stuck-with-girls-name.html' title='my son is stuck with a girl&apos;s name'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113203457430427987</id><published>2005-11-14T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:02:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was going to type a post, but as I got started my husband called me. So I must go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113203457430427987?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113203457430427987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113203457430427987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113203457430427987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113203457430427987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113194203509660992</id><published>2005-11-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:22:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday-&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I updated in the morning and told you guys a little bit about the morning. I commented some people's and then the little one and I watched some tv. We finally saw that famously bad Oobie show. Isn't it horrible that I heard how bad it was so I made my son come with me to the tv to watch it. We went out for late lunch with a friend at Olive Garden. gosh, I love their bread sticks with marinara sauce. Ryan got out early so afterwards we went home to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt; We went to the mall! I ended up buying him that elmo that does the chicken dance instead since I couldn't find the SHOUT elmo. I bought Ryan a really cute christmas sweater. Well, basically we searched the mall for stuff then we went to the supermarket. Jordan loves to talk to people around us. He just babbles on and on. We went to Blockbuster. We watched the newest Star Wars movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt; We went to church. Afterwards, we ate lunch at subway. I tried the chicken terriyaki on honey oat bread. It was better than I expected. Ryan had the chicken parmesian. We went home when we were done and just relaxed. Then my sister cooked lasagna for us. It has been quite fun for us since she makes some killer dishes. My sister will be crashing with us for a while. This has sort of put a stop to any baby #2 plans. My husband doesn't want to try while my sister is with us. I guess that's okay but if my sister ends up staying with us for years and years I'm not going to wait that long. BTW, if auntie Julia is reading know that Ryan really does love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113194203509660992?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113194203509660992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113194203509660992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113194203509660992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113194203509660992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113173263257218138</id><published>2005-11-11T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:11:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all the mommies who read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some really good suggestions for toys for Christmas coming up? (Jordan will be 15 months old on the day after xmas). I see the usual toys but if anyone has any really neat ones they've found, please let me know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I am getting him the SHOUT Elmo, and the Tigger that does cartwheels. And maybe that Dinosaur where you put the balls in it and it rolls around. Teachnically, &lt;strong&gt;Santa&lt;/strong&gt; will get him those. Mommy will be getting him clothes lol :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113173263257218138?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113173263257218138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113173263257218138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113173263257218138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113173263257218138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-toys.html' title='Christmas Toys'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113173240813484519</id><published>2005-11-11T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:07:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love 12 hour shifts and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love twelve hours shifts! One of the main reasons why I love my job is the fact that with 12 hour shifts I get more days off. For example, I only had to work wednesday and tuesday of this week, however next week I only get wednesday and tuesday off. Guess you can't have everything. It really is nice when you wake up and realize that you have the whole day to spend with your baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, we haven't really done anything super exciting. I just love morning with my baby. The baby woke up almost at 7, so I had to wake up to get him out of his crib. We just hung around the house as daddy got ready for work. Ryan left for work and Jordan kinda kissed his daddy before work. He does it but he opens his mouth. I've read his animal book to him like 6 times. He's still running around with that book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, after work I came home and hung out with the baby and got him ready for bed. My sister was going to watch him, while Ryan and I watched a movie. We watched Prime at 10:30 because I wanted to make sure that Jordan was asleep before we left. It was quite fun. I love dates with my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113173240813484519?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113173240813484519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113173240813484519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113173240813484519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113173240813484519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-12-hour-shifts-and-more.html' title='I love 12 hour shifts and more'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113150734045033649</id><published>2005-11-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:42:03.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel free to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Favorites&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: Soccer&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Time: When I’m with my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actor: It was Tom Cruise, I'm looking for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actress: probably Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream: Rocky Road&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Italian&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink: strawberry lemonades are yummy&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place: home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Feeling: busy&lt;br /&gt;Current Underwear Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Current Windows Open: we have a sliding door open&lt;br /&gt;Current Drink: water&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 7:15pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Mobile Used: sony ericson&lt;br /&gt;Current Show on TV: I'm not watching tv right now&lt;br /&gt;Current Thought: I wonder what the boys are doing&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: black pants and my husband's sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Nickname: if you knew me during my childhood, you called me DJ&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: my neighbor growing up&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Jasmin&lt;br /&gt;First Vehicle I drove: Honda Accord&lt;br /&gt;First Job: Popeye's&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: a goldfishy&lt;br /&gt;First Shave: in 8th grade I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink : water&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss: Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Last Time I Drove: on my way home&lt;br /&gt;Last Time Shaved: saturday&lt;br /&gt;Last Web Site Visited: yahoo&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Watched: Batman Begins on dvd&lt;br /&gt;Last Pill I Had: my birth control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have You Evers&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: Speeding&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk: yes, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn’t Know: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast:no, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: no&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now: my husband talking to Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Things on Your Bed: Pillows, comforter&lt;br /&gt;Things You Ate Today: I just had an empanada with water&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can’t Live Without: Love, family, internet&lt;br /&gt;Things You Do When You Are Bored: go on the computer, watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places You Have Been today&lt;br /&gt;work, Porto's, outside post office, home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things On Your Desk Right Now&lt;br /&gt;pictures, mail, and a dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Choices&lt;br /&gt;Black or White:black&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do something really fulfilling, not sure what but I want to die fulfilled and happy with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113150734045033649?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113150734045033649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113150734045033649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113150734045033649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113150734045033649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/countdown-meme.html' title='countdown meme'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113140525489321157</id><published>2005-11-07T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:14:29.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm craving a ham sandwich!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhhh, the delectable goodness of a piece of sliced baked ham refrigerated overnight on a piece of whole grain bread with mustard. YUM! Only I don't have said sandwich in front of me. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kind of snarky for no good reason and I dont' know what is up with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113140525489321157?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113140525489321157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113140525489321157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113140525489321157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113140525489321157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-craving-ham-sandwich.html' title='I&apos;m craving a ham sandwich!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113133839813223480</id><published>2005-11-06T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:39:58.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckiest Girl In The  World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/choirpictures037.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/choirpictures037.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A banana split and a handsome guy to share it with. What more could a girl want? Perhaps, a family with this handsome man. Oh wait, I've got one of those too. I swear, sometimes I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And sometimes I don't, but that's a totally different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113133839813223480?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113133839813223480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113133839813223480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113133839813223480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113133839813223480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/luckiest-girl-in-world.html' title='Luckiest Girl In The  World'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113108588315651523</id><published>2005-11-03T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:32:00.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have our favorite games we like to play now. One is the coughing game. Lol. Don't ask. I don't know why he likes it so much. Usually it's when he's in his highchair, but he does it other places too. He'll look at you and give this fake little cough and then smile at you. And you are supposed to do it back to him. He get's the biggest kick out of it and he makes you repeat it over and over. Then there's the one where he tilts his head all the way down on one side so his cheek is touching his shoulder. He smiles, which is the cue for you to copy him. Then once you do it, he straightens his head out, and you copy. Then he tilts it to the other side and you copy. You get the idea. Another repetitive game. Lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I have a new game. We were playing it tonight before he went to bed. I'd sit in the middle of the floor, and he'd scurry over to his playpen, squealing, while I'm reaching for him saying "I'm gonna get ya". Then he'd get as close to me as he could without me reaching him and sit there laughing at me. So I'd move quickly and wisk him up into my arms and tickle him while he's squealing and laughing some more. Then I'd set him down and he'd crawl back over to his playpen and we'd start all over again. He's getting to be such fun now. And I can't believe how fast he's growing up. He's not even a baby anymore. For crying out loud we sat down and had the exact same thing for dinner tonight: tomato soup and grilled cheese. Lol. He LOVES tomato soup. And he starts fights with kitty. yes, that's out cat's name: kitty. They actually sit there and swat at each other. It's hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113108588315651523?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113108588315651523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113108588315651523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113108588315651523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113108588315651523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun Stuff'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113098337408685464</id><published>2005-11-02T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:03:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This probably won't be new to anyone else, but it was to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix cashews and candy corn ... tastes great and satisfies the salty and sweet cravings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix peanut m&amp;amp;m's and candy corn....tastes like snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113098337408685464?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113098337408685464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113098337408685464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113098337408685464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113098337408685464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/11/yumm.html' title='YUMM'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113082434149659477</id><published>2005-10-31T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:52:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you all had a happy halloween! But I have one question: What happened to trick-or-treating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but I was sort of disappointed. We went trick-or-treating for a little while, but a lot of the houses were dark. We didn't stay out for too long, about an hour. I remember running around the neighborhood most of the night as a child. However, I don't Jordan could handle an all-nighter just yet, so I forgave the short time out. We stayed outside on the porch for a little while afterwards to pass out candy. But there weren't that many trick-or-treaters and a lot of them were teenagers walking around with no costume. It sort of made me miss the Halloween from my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113082434149659477?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113082434149659477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113082434149659477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113082434149659477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113082434149659477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113063281045037155</id><published>2005-10-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:53:35.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a beach boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/Picture575.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/Picture575.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we took Jordan to the beach with his cousins! I had this idea that I saw on so many other blogs, to write Jordan's name on the sand. We had a lot of fun. Jordan didn't really care for the sandy beach, but there was a lot to do in the santa monica pier. We got his name written out with those animals. It was really cool. Plus, Ryan and I rode the bumper cars while Jordan was with my sister-in-law. So it was a fun saturday. I wish I could write more and tell you all of the funny stories, but Ryan's being a brat and is making me get off because we have to go out for dinner. So, hope all of you have an amazing weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113063281045037155?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113063281045037155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113063281045037155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113063281045037155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113063281045037155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/hes-beach-boy.html' title='He&apos;s a beach boy!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113053437249943504</id><published>2005-10-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:24:27.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Was A Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so sweet and oh so true! I hope yall enjoy it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed.&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I cleaned my house each day.&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Spit on. Chewed on. Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests, or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to get back to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113053437249943504?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113053437249943504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113053437249943504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113053437249943504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113053437249943504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I Was A Mom'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113037655121474772</id><published>2005-10-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:29:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend emailed this to me and I thought it was funny so I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Men are like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Men are like ........&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Laxatives&lt;/span&gt; ...... They irritate the shit out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Men are like .. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bananas &lt;/span&gt;...... The older they get, the less firm they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Men are like . &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weather&lt;/span&gt; ..... Nothing can be done to change them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Men are like ....... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blenders &lt;/span&gt;.... You need one, but you're not quite sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Men are like ...... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chocolate Bars&lt;/span&gt; ... Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for your hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Men are like . &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Commercials&lt;/span&gt; ...... You can't believe a word they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Men are like ... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Department Stores&lt;/span&gt; ..... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Men are like ........ &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Government Bonds&lt;/span&gt; . .... They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Men are like ...... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mascara&lt;/span&gt; . They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Men are like ....... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Popcorn&lt;/span&gt; ..... They satisfy you, but only for a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Men are like .... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Snowstorms&lt;/span&gt; ..... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Men are like . &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lava Lamps&lt;/span&gt; ... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Men are like ...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Parking Spots&lt;/span&gt; ....... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113037655121474772?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113037655121474772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113037655121474772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113037655121474772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113037655121474772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/men.html' title='MEN'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113037623477294113</id><published>2005-10-26T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:02:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 months...</title><content type='html'>Jordan turns 13 months old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JORDAN'S 13 MONTH CHECK LIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He LOVES to play outside!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He has started to terrorize the cat and he loves it! The cat doesn't...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He is in love with bananas and will often ask for "nanas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He calls me "mama" and ryan "daaa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He has many different faces and expressions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He loves to play on the computer's keyboard and type, even thought it doesn't make sense and I have to make sure the computer is off or who knows what he will do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He has finally started to eat food besides baby mush and he actually ENJOYS it now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He is growing like crazy and loves to run around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He enjoys running away from mommy and daddy when it's time to eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He loves to talk, but we don't always understand him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He will now sit down to watch tv if he has some snacks with him. This means more free time for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113037623477294113?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113037623477294113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113037623477294113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113037623477294113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113037623477294113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/13-months.html' title='13 months...'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113021193573563084</id><published>2005-10-24T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:35:55.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw this over at Teaghan's mommy's site and thought it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ABCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ct your age? most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;orn on what day of the week? I have no idea...i wonder if my mother even remembers the day of the week, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hore you hate? not sure, i don't really have a favorite or a worst. They're all chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ad's name? Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ssential makeup item? eyeliner and my favorite chanel lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite actor? it used to be tom cruise, but since he's gone katie it hasn't been the same. now, i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;old or silver? silver just looks way prettier to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ometown? LA county&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nstruments you play? i played the piano as a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ob title? medical field and Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ids? my one and only Jordan Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;iving Arrangements? in my cozy home with my husband, son, and kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;om’s name? Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;eed? more sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;vernight hospital stays? only time was when i gave birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;hobias? spiders are pretty darn scary. my husband has to kill them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uote you like? I can't think of one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eligious affiliation? catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;iblings? 4 half brothers from my dad's first marriage, one big brother, one little brother, and my little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ime you wake up? 6:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nique talent? umm...it's going to take a couple of days to figure this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;orst habit? um, when i was a kid, i used to bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;-rays you’ve had? haven't had an xray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ummy food you make? my favorite are the stuff i bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;odiac sign? virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113021193573563084?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113021193573563084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113021193573563084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113021193573563084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113021193573563084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17745268.post-113012809729135952</id><published>2005-10-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:24:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/pumpkin1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/DSCF19502.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/320/DSCF19502.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5339/1717/1600/pumpkin.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Halloween's coming up! Who else is excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17745268-113012809729135952?l=mszdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/113012809729135952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17745268&amp;postID=113012809729135952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113012809729135952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17745268/posts/default/113012809729135952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mszdenise.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956035800651573565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
