<?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-5615077478136142947</id><updated>2012-01-23T08:38:44.951-05:00</updated><category term='Emily'/><category term='Hurricane'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='kid rock'/><category term='heros'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='tired'/><category term='death'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='Randy'/><category term='tan line'/><category term='mother of the year'/><category term='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><category term='boys'/><category term='birds'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='wallflower'/><category term='WWE'/><category 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term='super bowl'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='headaches'/><category term='food'/><category term='people in general'/><category term='awards'/><category term='weight watchers'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='gray hair'/><category term='teenager'/><category term='Gabrielle'/><category term='Nintendo Wii'/><category term='mind games'/><category term='health'/><category term='snow'/><category term='florida gators'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Fay'/><title type='text'>KooKooForCocoaPuffs</title><subtitle type='html'>Life with a crazy lady and her even crazier family!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/'/><link 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term='life'/><title type='text'>Well, it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>But here I am!  I am alive and uh, kinda well!  I've had the worst allergy season ever!  Been to the doctors three times already, hopefully the visit yesterday will fix things right up because I'm darn sure tired of not sleeping and coughing up my lung, I am pretty sure I need it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been going pretty fast around here, we are about to finish the school year in a few weeks.  Reese's first year of High School has been great, sure he's a typical teenager and makes me want to strangle him or myself at times, but overall, he's adjusted wonderfully!  And Griffey, well he is more than ready to move up to High School and he cannot wait!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try my best to be a better blogger, since it's almost summer time, I might actually have more time on my hands!  HAHA Oh wait, who am I fooling?!  I'll be driving them everywhere...scratch that idea;) LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2864459854807022645?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2864459854807022645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2864459854807022645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2864459854807022645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2864459854807022645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-its-been-long-time.html' title='Well, it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4556458479563729662</id><published>2010-06-28T05:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T05:58:34.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knee replacement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Oh what a week...</title><content type='html'>my husband had a total knee replacement last Monday.  It's been a crazy week.  I still can't believe that I wanted to be a nurse at one point of my life.  I realize that that is NOT the career for me.  You must have patience, and I am lacking in that department! LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank all my friends and family who have rallied around us and helped with food, the kids, us....you never really appreciate your friends until they step up to the plate, and that is a shame, we really should appreciate them daily and not when they do something out of their way for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4556458479563729662?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4556458479563729662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4556458479563729662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4556458479563729662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4556458479563729662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-what-week.html' title='Oh what a week...'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7439713479702727617</id><published>2010-06-12T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:48:10.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>All Alone!</title><content type='html'>OK....my parents have the boys with them in Atlanta, Randy is home in Florida with his girls, I am in Virginia...alone.  Not totally alone, my cousin is sleeping in the other room, and I have other relatives and even some friends up this way, but basically I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it.  It is crazy how when I was growing up I surrounded myself with people, and don't get me wrong, I still need my friends &amp;amp; family around me 95% of the time, but I am growing to enjoy this alone time, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't get too used to it, my rude awakening will be tomorrow when I am reunited with my kids, LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7439713479702727617?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7439713479702727617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7439713479702727617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7439713479702727617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7439713479702727617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-alone.html' title='All Alone!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2942759917278393853</id><published>2010-06-09T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:09:28.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jr high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reese'/><title type='text'>Last day of SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/TA91cgbeaQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/E2zBMArPUvU/s1600/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/TA91cgbeaQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/E2zBMArPUvU/s320/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480728404135143682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, I won't lie.  I like to get up early, but I don't like  having to battle the kids to get up for school and all that jazz.  But this is a bitter sweet day and it didn't hit me until this morning....it's Reese's last day of Jr High...where has the time gone?!  My lil' boy goes to High School in August!  I'm not ready for that....I sure hope he is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2942759917278393853?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2942759917278393853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2942759917278393853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2942759917278393853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2942759917278393853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/TA91cgbeaQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/E2zBMArPUvU/s72-c/DSCN0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5736458666296733420</id><published>2010-05-22T06:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T06:30:33.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Why am I up so early!?</title><content type='html'>I am still tired, I do not think there is enough coffee in the house to keep me awake, yet I am up!  I hate mornings like this.  Well, let's be honest...I hate mornings when I get up and finally have that "alone" time I crave and someone else gets up *cough cough*....not mentioning names, but he is the man of the house, LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED this time alone, but yet the TV is already on, he'll be needing more coffee soon...and there goes my ALONE time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I'm grouchy later, I'm going to blame  him....is that wrong?! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5736458666296733420?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5736458666296733420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5736458666296733420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5736458666296733420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5736458666296733420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-am-i-up-so-early.html' title='Why am I up so early!?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4834382363840378768</id><published>2010-05-20T06:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T06:58:47.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Tennis Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S_UO1uFS2FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Oo5j7T_AIxw/s1600/Tennis-Balls-Widescreen-Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S_UO1uFS2FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Oo5j7T_AIxw/s320/Tennis-Balls-Widescreen-Wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473297238204799058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a three day tennis boot camp yesterday.  It's with a different coach than I normally work with, so it's a lot to remember.  He teaches a bit differently, yet just enough like my regular coach that I feel like I have too much going on in this mind.  You really have to "think" in tennis, so do tell me...why did I ever pick up the sport?  I'm not known for my thinking, LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say I'm getting some serious exercise with this boot camp, both  mental and physical!  I'm loving it!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4834382363840378768?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4834382363840378768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4834382363840378768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4834382363840378768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4834382363840378768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/tennis-boot-camp.html' title='Tennis Boot Camp'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S_UO1uFS2FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Oo5j7T_AIxw/s72-c/Tennis-Balls-Widescreen-Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5046337407198505696</id><published>2010-05-19T06:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:27:47.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Out of touch</title><content type='html'>I used to pride myself on knowing what was going on at my children's schools, their scheduled days off, the day their interims came home, and report cards.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week they came home and handed me their interim report, I was clueless that it was even that time.  Then yesterday...I found out I was wrong about when they get out of school.  I thought they got out on June 4th, it's on my calendar, I argued with the boys...come to find out *gasp*...they were right!  They actually get out June 9th!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG...this just messes my mind up!  BIG TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5046337407198505696?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5046337407198505696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5046337407198505696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5046337407198505696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5046337407198505696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-of-touch.html' title='Out of touch'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6715680940370543660</id><published>2010-05-17T12:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:54:35.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>*MISSING*</title><content type='html'>Somebody PLEASE help me find something that I am missing.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WEEKEND!  Tell me where that thing went?!  Last thing I remember it was Friday....then BAM, I woke up today and I found out it was Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am not happy about this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6715680940370543660?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6715680940370543660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6715680940370543660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6715680940370543660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6715680940370543660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing.html' title='*MISSING*'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6969295047239142742</id><published>2010-05-13T14:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:52:00.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>The ABC's of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S-xDbTLKy_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/lYMcZciT7e0/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S-xDbTLKy_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/lYMcZciT7e0/s1600/beach.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S-xDbTLKy_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/lYMcZciT7e0/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470821783630957554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A~Age is 41 1/2....there, I typed it out, so I have to believe it....nah, no I don't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B~Boys~I have three boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C~Cat, my favorite animal...I have three of them, Dixie, Chesney &amp;amp; Sonic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D~Dog, my least favorite animal because I only get the dumb ones.  I have two, Bertie &amp;amp; Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E~Eleven, my beautiful step-daughter will be turning eleven next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F~Fight~that is all my boys do!  Fight and fight oh and fight some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G~Griffith, also known as Griffey.  He is my twelve year old, going on thirty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H~Hyperactive~That is how people sometimes describe me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I~I LOVE my kids more than anything. You will hear me joking about them driving me crazy or me not being a fan of kids, that is simply my sense of humor.  I love them more than I could ever express!  They are truly the best thing in the world that has ever happened to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J~Jokester, that's me....always being sarcastic or joking around, that is basically how we roll around this house!  Wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K~I really am KOOKOOFORCOCOAPUFFS, not in the sense of loving the cereal &lt;blech&gt; but I am just one of those fun loving, crazy kind of people!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L~Late~I hate to admit this, but no matter how hard I try, I'm always late to pretty much everything except my spin class (have to get the right bike, haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M~ME~It IS all about ME around here, I'm kind of a big thing;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N~Niece~I've got two biological nieces, Gabrielle &amp;amp; Lacy, I love them with all of my heart, and I have four other nieces and three great nieces.  Each and everyone of these girls/women hold a special place in my heart that NOBODY and I do mean NOBODY could ever take away or replace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O~Orange~I seem to gravitate towards teams with the color ORANGE in their uniforms or colors!  It drives my friend crazy, as she hates ORANGE.  I'm talking college, or pro....Tennessee, Gators, Clemson, Denver....just a touch of orange sucks me in, which is odd, since GREEN is my real favorite color! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P~Parker is  my maiden name and we also passed it down to all three of the boys as their middle name, because my Dad was an only child, and had two daughters, so the name Parker wouldn't go anywhere without a little help, LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q~Queen~A lot of kids at the boys' elementary school couldn't say my name, it's tough...both first and last, so early on I told them to call me QUEEN...and well, I still will hear "Ms. Queen" from afar in a store if I run into one of the kids from school years ago!  I love it!  And well, I am the Queen of this house, LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R~Randy~the husband :)  Notice I didn't say the BOSS of the house, he's the husband, I am the boss of the house! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S~Step Daughters~I have two beautiful Step Daughters, Kaylee &amp;amp; Ashlee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T~Taliaferro is my last name.  It is NOT hard to pronounce, but you sould hear the things that people come up with anyway!  It's very simple...TALIA-FERRO....come on people, say it together....TALIAFERRO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U~ULTRA-Sensitive~I really do get my feelings hurt easily.  I am getting tougher skin the older I get, but people do not realize that I really am sensitive to both myself AND them, I would never, ever want to hurt anybody's feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V~VINO...WINE...whatever, not a fan!  It tastes good, but it puts me to sleep almost instantly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W~Weight Watchers~WORKS....but you gotta stick to it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X~Xtra weight....I'm toting some around:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y~YMCA~I am trying to stay on a three day a week (at least) schedule of going to our local Y, I guess I'll forever fight the battle of the bulge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z~Zachary~is my oldest son, who passed away when he was 4 days old.  We miss him terribly and I think about him each and every day....still.  This July he would be celebrating his 22nd Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6969295047239142742?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6969295047239142742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6969295047239142742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6969295047239142742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6969295047239142742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/abcs-of-me.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of ME!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/S-xDbTLKy_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/lYMcZciT7e0/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6885051887460503962</id><published>2010-05-13T06:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:21:24.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Today should be FUN!</title><content type='html'>I have a little addiction, just ask the boxes, the albums and the computer....oh and the world, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE taking pictures!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend is a Pre K teacher and has asked me to come take "graduation" pictures of the little ones, I'm soo excited!  Of course, this could be what makes or breaks my career, not that I will find out if I'm good....I'll find out if I have the PATIENCE to take pictures of real life subjects other than my family &amp;amp; friends who are used to the flash going off when they breath in and out! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6885051887460503962?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6885051887460503962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6885051887460503962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6885051887460503962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6885051887460503962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-should-be-fun.html' title='Today should be FUN!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-151270457081429708</id><published>2010-05-12T06:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:28:48.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ants'/><title type='text'>ANTS</title><content type='html'>Not the related type, but the pest type!  We had a leak in our master bathroom....ever since then, we've had, what I refer to them as, PISS ANTS.....got up this morning, and my keyboard in my office, which does butt up against that bathroom, covered in piss ants!  I thought ants went after food products.....ahhh, never mind, there is an APPLE on my Mac, I see why they went after that computer, vs the Dell sitting next to it, I have SMART PISS ANTS, silly me, there is no food products on a Dell, HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-151270457081429708?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/151270457081429708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=151270457081429708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/151270457081429708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/151270457081429708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/ants.html' title='ANTS'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3762222191095465249</id><published>2010-05-11T06:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:03:55.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>BUSY day ahead!</title><content type='html'>I have such a busy day ahead, and really it's all nothing but fun &amp;amp; games lol, not really but might as well be, but I am hittin' another tennis clinic this morning, then I'm getting a facial...then off to lunch to discuss starting a new tennis team with some friends!  Life is rough living like this! Bwhahahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course then my fun ends....I have to come home and do invoices, and then pick up my niece, and finish working afterwards, then onto supper and all that kind of real life stuff, blah! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3762222191095465249?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3762222191095465249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3762222191095465249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3762222191095465249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3762222191095465249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-day-ahead.html' title='BUSY day ahead!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-1138031772692826875</id><published>2010-05-10T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:22:06.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Tennis Clinic....wow</title><content type='html'>I've been playing tennis now for six years.  Never even thought about playing singles, until here recently and wouldn't you know it...my pro decides today to give us a lesson on it!  WOW...I think I could love it more than doubles!  I'm pretty hyped up about it now, I hope I have some tennis friends who are just as hyped as me....it might get lonely playing singles totally alone, LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-1138031772692826875?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1138031772692826875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=1138031772692826875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1138031772692826875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1138031772692826875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/tennis-clinicwow.html' title='Tennis Clinic....wow'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2471640412830438581</id><published>2010-05-10T06:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:04:22.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Is it really Monday?!</title><content type='html'>I do not feel like I had a weekend at all.  So I think someone switched the calendar on me as a belated April Fools Day joke....tell me that is what happened! OYE....not ready for this busy week, ahh who am I fooling, I'm not ready for the busy month!  But I guess it's best to get it on out of the way, then it will be summa-time....beach &amp;amp; vacation, oh and a lot of yellin' at some kids I'm sure! LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I always find something to complain about, I'm just that good! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2471640412830438581?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2471640412830438581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2471640412830438581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2471640412830438581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2471640412830438581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-really-monday.html' title='Is it really Monday?!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6254464467843053595</id><published>2010-05-09T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:14:19.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Ahhh Mother's Day Early!</title><content type='html'>I took my Mother's Day a lil' bit early this year.  I celebrated it, get this...by myself!!!! I went to the beach Friday and had a "peaceful" day ALONE....but I will admit, I felt guilty.  I kept thinking the kids would have enjoyed it, LOL  yeah, they find ways to sneak in and go with me everywhere I go, huh? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6254464467843053595?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6254464467843053595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6254464467843053595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6254464467843053595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6254464467843053595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahhh-mothers-day-early.html' title='Ahhh Mother&apos;s Day Early!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7345777853567192064</id><published>2010-05-07T06:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:35:31.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Last soccer game of the season!!!!</title><content type='html'>Griffey is on three teams this season, one is a 3V3 team, which they haven't played in any tournaments, so don't freak out that I'm pushing him too hard, LOL  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One soccer team is at the YMCA.  They had their "play off" last night, which to me is interesting...they do NOT keep score!  Now don't get me wrong, I love my YMCA, work out there at least three times a week, love the people that work there....but come on, what are we teaching our kids when we tell them "EVERYONE IS A WINNER"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We keep score in our heads, the kids keep score in their heads...we know darn well that we were undefeated this season, LOL  The Y must keep score too....because they had a final PLAY OFF game last night and it was between four teams....and it depended on who WON the games earlier this week...hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least we are done with one team for now....it's a bit of a break, gotta get through two more games and two more weeks of soccer practice for them and we are golden:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7345777853567192064?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7345777853567192064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7345777853567192064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7345777853567192064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7345777853567192064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-soccer-game-of-season.html' title='Last soccer game of the season!!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5821720518793741839</id><published>2010-05-06T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:33:22.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back with it, People!</title><content type='html'>I said yesterday I had so much in my head, and I'd start blogging again....what I had in my head yesterday was a dang headache!  I slept all day, well, most of it anyway.  I was up long enough to run to the grocery store, and to prepare supper later....Randy cleaned up, thank goodness! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel better today, thank goodness!  I have a dental cleaning this afternoon, and this scares me like  mad, I'm not a fan of dentists, LOL  But it will be okay...I'm going to put on my big girl pants and handle it like a trooper! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5821720518793741839?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5821720518793741839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5821720518793741839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5821720518793741839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5821720518793741839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-back-with-it-people.html' title='Getting back with it, People!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7304781140830790750</id><published>2010-05-05T06:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:13:53.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It sure has been a long time since I last blogged.  I have so much inside of this head of mine, but do not know where to begin.  So maybe I'll begin with GOOD MORNING....and slowly work my way back into blogging each day?!?  LOL  I know there is a way to blog from my iPhone, isn't there?!  That might be easier for me, since that is like an extra appendage on me these days! LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7304781140830790750?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7304781140830790750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7304781140830790750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7304781140830790750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7304781140830790750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4709337596035947410</id><published>2009-09-30T16:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:32:29.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><title type='text'>Let's talk about the word OPTIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does a Junior High feel it's necessary to use a word like OPTIONAL?  Do they honestly think a kid, in that age group, is really going to make a wise choice and do whatever it is that is "optional"?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Griffey has soccer conditioning three afternoon this week.  He called after school to ask if he had to go, I asked if he was not going try out for the soccer team after all, to which he replied "YES MOM....but this conditioning is only optional, so I don't have to go"....my blood pressure hit 200/190 about then...do NOT give that kid an option, he will always choose the easy way out.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, being the Mom that I am....guilted him by telling him I didn't care what he did, but if he thought he had a chance of making the team without the conditioning, then fine, it was up to him....so, I must leave now, gotta pick the brat up from "optional" conditioning!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4709337596035947410?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4709337596035947410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4709337596035947410' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4709337596035947410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4709337596035947410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-talk-about-word-optional.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about the word OPTIONAL'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8093004360083563202</id><published>2009-09-29T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:36:03.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift cards'/><title type='text'>Gift Cards</title><content type='html'>You know, I really think it's great when people give gifts...don't get me wrong, my kids LOVE gift cards, to them they are just like money, only they forget they have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why ANYONE would actually buy a kid a gift card that starts deducting money if it is not used?!  I just found a stack of gift cards, some used partially, some not, some have a zero balance...and those are the ones that lost money due to no use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal Mart&lt;/span&gt; gets two thumbs up for their gift cards, they never expire, they never deduct anything for not using them.  Why can't EVERY gift card be like that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....that's my gripe at the current moment...of course I will have another one soon, when the kids get home from school and realize they have this extra "money" laying around, they are going to HAVE to spend it right now you know!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-8093004360083563202?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8093004360083563202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8093004360083563202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8093004360083563202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8093004360083563202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-cards.html' title='Gift Cards'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8510227793230294565</id><published>2009-09-15T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:18:33.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>What is normal?</title><content type='html'>I would love to get back to normal.  School has been in since August, and since both boys are now in the same school, a beautiful yellow bus picks them up, I have yet to find my normal routine!  It's really crazy, I feel like I'm in limbo on the days that I do not have definite plans.  Then, of course, feel guilty for taking a nap.  I even felt guilty this morning for going back to lay down after they left and I feel like crud!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-8510227793230294565?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8510227793230294565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8510227793230294565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8510227793230294565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8510227793230294565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-normal.html' title='What is normal?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6085672219462773024</id><published>2009-09-14T06:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:55:42.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Back on the wagon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, we have been on Weight Watchers now, hmm....well, this was my third weigh in.  I went up .6 pounds!  Randy did go down.  But it is so discouraging, and I know going up that little could simply be water retention.  I did this before, been down this road.  But I still want to SCREAM!  But I'll make it.  My clothes are fitting a bit better.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hopefully next week's weigh in will be way better!!!!!!  Wish us luck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6085672219462773024?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6085672219462773024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6085672219462773024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6085672219462773024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6085672219462773024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-on-wagon.html' title='Back on the wagon!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7349395399723052606</id><published>2009-09-11T07:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:08:44.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>It's been a loooong time!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Everyone!!  I can't believe it's been since February since I last blogged!  A lot has gone on...Wow, where to begin?!?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...both boys are now in Junior High, so the red Dodge gets a little bit of a rest now, although I have found some more tennis teams to join and also some more elementary schools to volunteer at, although I no longer have kids in elementary school...yes, I am a freak! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy chose July 4th this year to have his holiday hospital stay for the same ol' cellulitis, he has now agreed to listen to me when it comes to his health, we'll see how that works out for us, not holding my breath! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on....since it has been so long, but I guess it would get long and drawn out, so I'll start with a HELLO and I've missed all of you and will be catching up with you guys!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7349395399723052606?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7349395399723052606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7349395399723052606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7349395399723052606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7349395399723052606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-loooong-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a loooong time!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-272653349635682195</id><published>2009-02-06T22:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:52:44.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Santa Shindig'/><title type='text'>Christmas In February!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5mGbGDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MGsyrIrB9dE/s1600-h/DSC_0005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299897724011485234" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5mGbGDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MGsyrIrB9dE/s400/DSC_0005-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5Z3iT7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/rSbMwUxMVxw/s1600-h/DSC_0003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299897720727818162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5Z3iT7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/rSbMwUxMVxw/s400/DSC_0003-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5TrbigI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TTfpraunhHU/s1600-h/DSC_0002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299897719066429954" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5TrbigI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TTfpraunhHU/s400/DSC_0002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup! I got to celebrate Christmas again today!! First off, let me thank K&lt;a href="http://www.lifeasacferswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;ori &lt;/a&gt;for organizing the Secret Santa Shindig, and then of course....my new Secret Santa...&lt;a href="http://www.djshelley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jody&lt;/a&gt;! She totally made my day! This week has not been the world's best....but she really brightened it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Jody, you totally ROCK and I absolutely LOVE everything so so so so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-272653349635682195?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/272653349635682195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=272653349635682195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/272653349635682195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/272653349635682195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-in-february.html' title='Christmas In February!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SY0E5mGbGDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MGsyrIrB9dE/s72-c/DSC_0005-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-1655009834236038966</id><published>2009-02-06T06:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:06:56.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>I'm so glad it's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate cold weather.  I think this has been established.  This week has been bitter cold, I mean, for Florida anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I hate having to get out in it daily, to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; to school and then to pick him up  So, I'm really ready for 2:00 today.  I'm ready to park the car and NOT drive when it's cold! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-1655009834236038966?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1655009834236038966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=1655009834236038966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1655009834236038966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1655009834236038966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-glad-its-friday.html' title='I&apos;m so glad it&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6777459165558519898</id><published>2009-02-04T05:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:49:29.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'>This layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is too busy.  I think I might work on this this afternoon!  I don't know how anyone can read it without getting a massive headache! LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, maybe it's my "old" eyes that can't handle it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6777459165558519898?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6777459165558519898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6777459165558519898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6777459165558519898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6777459165558519898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-layout.html' title='This layout'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6662631796197235052</id><published>2009-02-03T05:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:47:34.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I'll always remember this winter as...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The winter of ILLNESS! UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear, one of the kids, or even one of us, has been sick since, probably the first cold snap this winter!  I know it's not just our family, I know other people that have said the same thing, but it is still driving me crazy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I came home from dropping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; off to school and was met by Reese, who was sick...complained of his eye's hurting when he blinked and looked out to the side, Mother of the Year, simply told him not to do either, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  But he also had a stomach ache as well as a fever...can't very well just stop those on command, can you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talked to a couple people at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; school yesterday, and their family had similar symptoms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;, great, we have successfully got another strand of whatever is going around!  You would almost think this was a competition....however, this is one I do not want to win! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6662631796197235052?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6662631796197235052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6662631796197235052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6662631796197235052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6662631796197235052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-always-remember-this-winter-as.html' title='I&apos;ll always remember this winter as...'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2397728461299704315</id><published>2009-02-02T05:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:40:48.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><title type='text'>Wow, it's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I really don't know why exactly!  I guess I got busy with that thing called life! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will say that I've been busy with a new computer, a mac, that is way more complicated than my Dell.  I guess it's true, you have to be smarter than what you are working with, huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But I have been spending so much time getting the pictures off of the Dell, so we can clean it out and use it strictly for work.  And well, if anyone knows me, they know I have a small addiction to pictures, so that was no easy task! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear that Super Bowl was a great game last night!  I say I HEAR because I was banned to the bedroom, being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; fan did not allow me access to watch! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I, apparently have a "kiss of death" on my teams, so I was allowed to watch until the Cardinals did something good, and well, then I was told to leave...therefore I missed all of the BIG plays!  I did, however, hear them, thanks to Randy &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reese did tell me I could watch with them, but before you think how sweet, he wanted the Cardinals to win....so he was using my kiss of death in his favor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2397728461299704315?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2397728461299704315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2397728461299704315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2397728461299704315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2397728461299704315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-its-been-awhile.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4150423265594756876</id><published>2009-01-13T06:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:09:39.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Report Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grades'/><title type='text'>Report Card Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWx1ggXBgiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gz8e7STcuPQ/s1600-h/griffeyfall08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290732863556256290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWx1ggXBgiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gz8e7STcuPQ/s400/griffeyfall08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how adorable is that face? And &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apparently &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is very well liked by his peers! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, that is what his report card said yesterday! I should be proud, I mean...who needs grades to get by in life, right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend told me he needs to be well liked by his peers, so he has a couch to sleep on after he gets out of high school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Yup, yup, yup....so true, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong, he didn't make horrible grades, just not what he is capable of, he's a very smart boy, just not very uh, motivated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; But hey, what am I complaining about?! He is very well liked by his peers, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4150423265594756876?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4150423265594756876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4150423265594756876' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4150423265594756876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4150423265594756876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/01/report-card-time.html' title='Report Card Time!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWx1ggXBgiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gz8e7STcuPQ/s72-c/griffeyfall08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4456285603641933723</id><published>2009-01-12T05:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:49:56.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Is it really Monday?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not digging it.  I was not ready to get up!  But I guess I do not have much of a choice, do I?  Someone has to get these kids to school, right?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a whole lot going on this week, at least at this current moment, that is subject to change, as we all know, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't posted about this yet, and will, just wanted to get the details, but please keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; friend, Emily, in your prayers, she was diagnosed last week with leukemia.  She got to come home for the weekend, but is heading back to the hospital tomorrow.  I will do a post when I get all of the details, but please, please, please keep her in your thoughts &amp;amp; prayers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope everyone has a great MONDAY! If that is possible;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4456285603641933723?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4456285603641933723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4456285603641933723' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4456285603641933723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4456285603641933723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-really-monday.html' title='Is it really Monday?!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-9210628830637338181</id><published>2009-01-11T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:30:50.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'>Thought I'd change it up a bit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I'm not digging it!  I just wanted that snow one gone, it was cute, but I'm one of those people that believe the cold weather should go away as soon as the Christmas tree is taken down! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While I'm not digging this layout so much, I am going to leave it for tonight, because I'm just too lazy to look for another one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-9210628830637338181?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9210628830637338181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=9210628830637338181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/9210628830637338181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/9210628830637338181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought-id-change-it-up-bit.html' title='Thought I&apos;d change it up a bit....'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4694087021280312351</id><published>2009-01-09T05:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:01:17.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida gators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Champioinship'/><title type='text'>Need I say more??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWcuGbNXeHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/q1ljN9EpgoQ/s1600-h/Florida_GoGators.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289246975287851122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWcuGbNXeHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/q1ljN9EpgoQ/s400/Florida_GoGators.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4694087021280312351?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4694087021280312351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4694087021280312351' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4694087021280312351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4694087021280312351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I say more??'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWcuGbNXeHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/q1ljN9EpgoQ/s72-c/Florida_GoGators.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-1985256341401548340</id><published>2009-01-08T06:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:29:28.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida gators'/><title type='text'>It's a VERY BIG day here in Florida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWXjBzVfrtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GkuAoRarmiw/s1600-h/florida-gators.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288882957516254930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWXjBzVfrtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GkuAoRarmiw/s400/florida-gators.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tonight is the National Championship game, you know...Florida vs Oklahoma!?! It's huge here in this house, I mean, all I've heard for the past week is "I can't wait for Thursday night", and this is coming from the kids! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am normally not allowed to watch the Gators play, apparently I am the kiss of death on most teams, really...ask people as far north as Virginia, they will tell you it's true, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully I'll be able to catch some of the game, with permission from the the testosterone in this house, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Just gotta say this tho: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; GATORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-1985256341401548340?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1985256341401548340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=1985256341401548340' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1985256341401548340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1985256341401548340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-very-big-day-here-in-florida.html' title='It&apos;s a VERY BIG day here in Florida!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SWXjBzVfrtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GkuAoRarmiw/s72-c/florida-gators.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6787535286961631868</id><published>2009-01-07T05:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:26:57.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Hi Strangers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I swear, I really am alive, although here lately I'd have to say BARELY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has been the "sick ward". Yes, sick again. Between me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; and my bonus daughter, Ashlee....we've been to the doctor and pharmacy more this holiday season than I care to discuss! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; and I are on the mend, Ashlee tho...poor thing, now went from bronchitis to an ear infection and can't keep that fever away. And her older sister, Kaylee, has bronchitis too! But since they live with their Mom, the "sick ward" is over there now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on some different antibiotic this week, last week was the Z Pack, for future references...that crap doesn't work! I'm on a new one, can't recall the name, but so far so good, other than waking up with a stuffy nose and itchy ears, I only coughed once last night, which is a HUGE improvement, so I'll take it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, hopefully I can get back to normal, or whatever you call my life, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; holidays?!?!?!&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/5615077478136142947-6787535286961631868?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6787535286961631868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6787535286961631868' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6787535286961631868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6787535286961631868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-strangers.html' title='Hi Strangers!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-1300427454948412335</id><published>2008-12-26T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:34:34.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>I survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I know it appears that I dropped off the face of the earth, I really am alive.  Tired, but alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful and blessed Christmas!  I know I sure did, we were all spoiled, as usual!  So spoiled, in fact, that I seem to have lost my floor!  I am slowly working on finding my way out, but as soon as I get one pile cleaned up, another one appears!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anybody want to come help me put this stuff away?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-1300427454948412335?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1300427454948412335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=1300427454948412335' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1300427454948412335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1300427454948412335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-survived.html' title='I survived!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7771430858585053561</id><published>2008-12-17T17:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:27:22.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reese'/><title type='text'>I'm his hero, I should be happy, right?  Yeah, whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; got in the car today after school and said "I had to write a paper on who my hero is, guess who it is!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little history here, the boys' both had to do something like this back in fourth grade and I melted when I saw that Reese had chosen me as his hero, most little boys chose their Dad's, but since he lives with me, I felt honored, well, until I read why...and this made me feel like crud! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My Mom is my hero because she gives me food"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, I give him food, and this just happened to be during the first year he ever played Pop Warner football and had to make a certain weight to stay on that team, so basically, we had to starve the kid during that time. Yup...Mother Of The Year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the following year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; was in that same class, had the same assignment, and I didn't make the hero list, nope...no worries, his Dad didn't either. Troy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Polalamu&lt;/span&gt; was his man. Yes, a man he has never met...but whatever, go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;, right!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So he's real proud of himself today, thinking he is going to get the prize or something....then, being my child and all, had to share the punchline, he told me what all he wrote and how he had to stand in front of the class and read it in front of everyone....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My Mom is my hero, because she gave birth to an amazing child (ME). And I like her because I have to, she is my Mom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, should I be proud, mad or laugh my butt off at this kid who is way too much like me for his own good!!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7771430858585053561?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7771430858585053561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7771430858585053561' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7771430858585053561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7771430858585053561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-his-hero-i-should-be-happy-right.html' title='I&apos;m his hero, I should be happy, right?  Yeah, whatever!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6570808491126419195</id><published>2008-12-16T05:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:42:32.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>OK, turning 40 may not be as bad as I thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is if this guy shows up in a limo to take me out.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SUeEo_9uZQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/y7Otq_yW0rQ/s1600-h/meedward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280334928015156482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SUeEo_9uZQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/y7Otq_yW0rQ/s400/meedward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this was my Saturday night!  Boy people were sweating it too, because I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; awful last week!  Randy and Tara kept asking me how I felt, did I need this, did I need that....so out of character for them, I knew something was up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had already laid down the law......NO celebration for this dreaded day, which isn't even until Thursday, but they knew how to trick me, huh?  Have it another weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't want any cards, gifts, parties, Birthday wishes....ANYTHING!  No, I am NOT happy about this age....but all you have to do is have Edward show up in a limo...and it's funny how all of that changes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nahh&lt;/span&gt;....it was actually more than Edward that changed it, although he was a HUGE portion of it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But I did have all of my closest and best friends with me, and really did have the time of my life, and well...paid dearly for it the next day to boot!   I'm sure had I not been sick, I could have handled the alcohol a bit better......okay, maybe not, I am getting older, but it sounded good, didn't it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-6570808491126419195?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6570808491126419195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6570808491126419195' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6570808491126419195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6570808491126419195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-turning-40-may-not-be-as-bad-as-i.html' title='OK, turning 40 may not be as bad as I thought!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SUeEo_9uZQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/y7Otq_yW0rQ/s72-c/meedward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3188273458499193676</id><published>2008-12-12T05:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:29.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I don't have much to say, thanks to the fact....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SUJClnHdzSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kgb_f-HGa84/s1600-h/Fluman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278854927154531618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SUJClnHdzSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kgb_f-HGa84/s400/Fluman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that I look like this guy here, well other than the fact that I do have a little more hair, and it's blond, and I have boobs (not really, but that is what I'm told they are), but at least he's wearing my favorite color robe, so that makes it pretty darn close to me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whatever this is that got me, it's yukky!  I hate sucking snot.  I hate having a pounding headache.  And yes, just ask Randy, I love to whine naturally, but even whining about being sick isn't fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3188273458499193676?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3188273458499193676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3188273458499193676' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3188273458499193676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3188273458499193676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-have-much-to-say-thanks-to-fact.html' title='I don&apos;t have much to say, thanks to the fact....'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SUJClnHdzSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kgb_f-HGa84/s72-c/Fluman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4886240494912205530</id><published>2008-12-09T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:27:05.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixie'/><title type='text'>Just what did WE do to those poor animals?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aNgPcLhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cYtrCuTky1E/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966107596828178" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aNgPcLhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cYtrCuTky1E/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dixie &amp;amp; Princess were NOT harmed in this fun afternoon of dress up, please remember that!  Now, Griffey on the other hand...well, he almost got it from Dixie, but hey, he's always living in fear of the big white beasty cat! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aM_Ok6KI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cgrKY2bPTXg/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966098734835874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aM_Ok6KI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cgrKY2bPTXg/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aNRPbAtI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uDKtIm5Ru6w/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966103570219730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aNRPbAtI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uDKtIm5Ru6w/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4886240494912205530?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4886240494912205530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4886240494912205530' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4886240494912205530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4886240494912205530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-what-did-we-do-to-those-poor.html' title='Just what did WE do to those poor animals?!?!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/ST8aNgPcLhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cYtrCuTky1E/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8702141841609630262</id><published>2008-12-09T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:21:08.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Christmas Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK, I just totally snagged this survey from a new blog I've been stalking, I mean enjoying....Sandy, over at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theadams7.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-survey.html?showComment=1228870500000#c3786234594862922147http://theadams7.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-survey.html?showComment=1228870500000#c3786234594862922147http://theadams7.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-survey.html?showComment=1228870500000#c3786234594862922147"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Adams Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  It looked like fun and since I've been having a hard time finding that Christmas spirit, which reminds me, I really need to post what I did to the poor dog &amp;amp; cat yesterday, well, not exactly what I did, but what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; and I did....don't call Animal Control, I'm sure they had fun too...really! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Hot apple cider or hot chocolate? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.If you could have anything from ONE of the “Twelve days of Christmas,” what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would be crazy not to take the 5 golden rings. I am going to have to keep Sandy's answer here, because, well...DUH, who wouldn't take the 5 golden rings?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.Colored or clear lights on tree/house? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clear on the tree, colored is fine on the house, if you can find a man to put them on the house, does anyone have one I can borrow?  I didn't even mention it to Randy this year, I always get "THAT" look, does anyone know which look I'm referring to?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We now have a second tree, due to the fact that Randy decided to tell me after how many years together that he prefers colored lights on tree's?!?!  What is up with that?!  And Reese had the nerve to agree with him! *GASP* So I went and bought another artificial tree and put it in front of the kitchen window, by our table, it has all those colored lights they love so much...hope they enjoy it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Name one person (famous or not if you dare) you’d like to find under the mistletoe. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am quite sure everyone who knows me, knows this answer....sorry, Randy (not that he reads this, unless he's got the nerve to stand over my shoulder, as he did earlier when I was on my own blog reading the responses to My Fantasy, image that...he saw the word fantasy and focused, huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)...but the one person, or vampire, I want to find under my mistletoe....EDWARD CULLEN, of course! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.When do you put your decorations up?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Last year I did it two days after Thanksgiving.  This year we were in VA/TN visiting, so we had to wait until we get home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you seen my butt size?  Obviously I think its ALL my favorite!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.What’s your favorite holiday memory as a child? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't recall ONE favorite holiday memory, but I do recall getting to open our PJ's on Christmas Eve and the excitement of it, even knowing exactly what they were!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I found my letter to Santa that I wrote in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, in my Mom's purse!  Of course I am one of THOSE kids that nobody wants their kid to be friends with at that age, I blabbed to the entire grade level, I'm sure!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.Snow: love it or hate it? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HATE IT!  It needs to be on postcards ONLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.Do you prefer ice skating, sledding or snow skiing? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;None of the above?  Is that an answer?  I live in Florida, we do not boast about any of those sports here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lazy Lynette prefers gift bags, DUH...but I do know that kids prefer to open presents, so how about a little of both? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.Real tree or Artificial? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd prefer a real tree, I do love the smell, but we have an artificial because then I can control when it goes up, and when it comes down...and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-lit, so I can avoid THAT look again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.When do you take the tree down? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Always before the New Year.  Last year that puppy came down the day after Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.Do you like eggnog? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15.Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Million Dollar Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16.Hardest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gangy&lt;/span&gt;, Pops, Grandma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although I will admit that the kids are getting pretty tough to buy for these days as well, they don't really play with toys much, so that makes it hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17.Easiest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My niece, Lacy.  She's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;foofy&lt;/span&gt;-frilly little 7 year old....anything pink, shiny or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blingy&lt;/span&gt; and she's happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18.Do you have a nativity scene? With wise men or without? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do, but it's a small one.  I would love a bigger one, like I had before my divorce...the one that he took...no I'm not bitter.  Anyway, no, I do not have wise men, but I did at one time, but again, I'm not bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19.Christmas cards: Mail, email, or just don’t bother? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Honestly, I cannot think of anything for this one...so that is good, right?  Or did I block it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21.If you could be one character from any Christmas movie, whom would you choose? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rudolph, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22.Favorite Christmas song? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jingle Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23.What is your tree topper? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A bow on one, and a star with multi colored lights on the other, of course, we must please the masses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24.Do you open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;25.Most annoying thing about this time of the year? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The lines.  I am so impatient!  I have to force myself to stand in a line most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;   &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/5615077478136142947-8702141841609630262?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8702141841609630262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8702141841609630262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8702141841609630262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8702141841609630262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-survey.html' title='Christmas Survey'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4254130370556527087</id><published>2008-12-09T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:05:54.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>My Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My fantasy includes the opposite sex!  Get your mind out of the gutter, people!  It's not what you are thinking, although if we could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of Edward, then we could have an entirely different post here! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just have a very simple fantasy, and I'm sure there are quite a few others out there that might share this fantasy, that is if you live in a houseful of testosterone.  I just wish they wouldn't pee on the seat!  Simple.  Not asking for much, really.  JUST LIFT THE SEAT!  Heck, I'm even cool enough to not get mad if you don't put the seat back down....if you could just LIFT THE SEAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randy isn't the culprit here, it's the other two ball owning things that live here!  For some reason, it's very difficult to lift that seat, and even more difficult to actually make it into the toilet! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, personally I've never owned one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hangy&lt;/span&gt; down things, so I'm not sure how hard they are to aim, but hey, I've aimed a squirt gun and had pretty good success, so I'm thinking they can't be much different, can they?&lt;/strong&gt;  &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/5615077478136142947-4254130370556527087?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4254130370556527087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4254130370556527087' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4254130370556527087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4254130370556527087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fantasy.html' title='My Fantasy'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6089165649221469461</id><published>2008-12-08T05:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:59:28.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Really, what more can I say?  These next two weeks are going to be so busy, with the holidays upon us, and events at school and everywhere I turn around!  I swear my calendar looks as if it is going to blow up, no wait, that is my brain looking AT my calendar! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And let's not forget all the shopping I still have to do, and wrapping and well, everything else that is normally supposed to take place on top of the extras! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CALGON&lt;/span&gt; TAKE ME AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6089165649221469461?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6089165649221469461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6089165649221469461' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6089165649221469461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6089165649221469461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3196023373908268926</id><published>2008-12-05T05:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:42:35.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I'm not very regular doing these, I have memory loss, I think we've established that this week, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's see if my memory will get me through rehashing this week with all of my blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday~We were finally home and working ourselves back into a routine, not that we didn't have a great time visiting family, but you do have to get back to reality at some point, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday~Reese didn't have any cavities at his dental appointment!  So he doesn't go back again until his next scheduled check up &amp;amp; cleaning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday~One of my best friends from high school had her baby!  She was early, as she was due on Christmas day, but little Samantha is healthy and they are doing wonderfully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday~I got more shopping done, still haven't really put a dent in it, but when you've got four kids and others to shop for, what is a dent?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday~T.G.I.F. NEED I SAY MORE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3196023373908268926?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3196023373908268926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3196023373908268926' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3196023373908268926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3196023373908268926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/counting-my-blessings-friday.html' title='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4952516916870606242</id><published>2008-12-04T05:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:57:45.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Let's see if I can spell correctly today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apparently it's a challenge, since yesterday I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMARK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALECK&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't have anything really to post about today, just wanted to gripe about not being in the Christmas spirit!  What is wrong with me!?  I thought decorating would work.  I wrapped presents, it only bored me, so I went shopping for me, still, that didn't help me.  I just don't "feel it" this year.  And it's certainly not because it's not cold outside, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it, I am sick of the cold weather, we live in Florida for crying out loud.....bring on the heat already! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-4952516916870606242?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4952516916870606242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4952516916870606242' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4952516916870606242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4952516916870606242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-see-if-i-can-spell-correctly-today.html' title='Let&apos;s see if I can spell correctly today!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3021121013099204898</id><published>2008-12-03T06:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:27:13.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Not only am I a smark aleck, I've got some memory loss going on too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the snow pictures from last week, duh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrknAzPpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sEOe8aoey38/s1600-h/family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522290202918546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrknAzPpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sEOe8aoey38/s320/family2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the happy family, the cold Mom is taking the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkhCuDiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/REICovGxXKY/s1600-h/damascus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522288600354338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkhCuDiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/REICovGxXKY/s320/damascus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Just a shot of Damascus, VA (where my family lives) as we were driving through, check out all of that snow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkiuM4pI/AAAAAAAAAgA/feJ4gAQACAs/s1600-h/snowangelgriffey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522289051165330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkiuM4pI/AAAAAAAAAgA/feJ4gAQACAs/s320/snowangelgriffey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; claiming to make a snow angel, I know better...more like snow devil, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkROjXqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3Ktq91ZiHfI/s1600-h/ashleesnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522284355018402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkROjXqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3Ktq91ZiHfI/s320/ashleesnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My bonus daughter, Ashlee.  I love this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkb2cd8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/AihVYxHUJoo/s1600-h/randylynettesnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522287206692802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrkb2cd8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/AihVYxHUJoo/s320/randylynettesnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Randy....and I'm a frozen....can you tell?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3021121013099204898?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3021121013099204898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3021121013099204898' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3021121013099204898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3021121013099204898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-only-am-i-smark-aleck-ive-got-some.html' title='Not only am I a smark aleck, I&apos;ve got some memory loss going on too!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZrknAzPpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sEOe8aoey38/s72-c/family2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3576777593023144388</id><published>2008-12-03T05:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:05:16.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm such a smart aleck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I know that is a shock for most of you, right?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The night before Randy drug the Christmas tree into the house, he wasn't able to sit still, afraid he'd doze off and he had his fun sleep study that night, so he decided that I couldn't sit still either, wasn't that kind of him? So he brought the tree in and I was kinda obligated at that point to put it up, and I also hoped it would be put me in the Christmas spirit....eh, not so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So after the tree is up, the lights are lit...same clear lights as every year that we have been together, he says he really likes colored lights, and then Reese piped in with that is what he likes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I told them they could both go live with someone else who has colored lights, and they know who that is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I liked my clear lights so there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So I woke up in a cocky-smart-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alecky&lt;/span&gt; mood yesterday and hit the local Target, I found me a six foot tree for $25, although I'll be honest, there is NO way this tree is six foot, but anyway, for $25, who can complain, right? I bought some colored lights and orange &amp;amp; blue ornaments (of course, for the GATORS, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and placed it in the front window....now THEY have their tree and I have mine...we are all happy, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZnQz3OpUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/LA_sB8Z0WE8/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275517552008537410" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZnQz3OpUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/LA_sB8Z0WE8/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3576777593023144388?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3576777593023144388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3576777593023144388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3576777593023144388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3576777593023144388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-such-smart-aleck.html' title='I&apos;m such a smart aleck!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/STZnQz3OpUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/LA_sB8Z0WE8/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6803158583873614133</id><published>2008-12-01T05:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:45:20.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;So did ya' miss me?!  That's okay if you didn't, I am just glad to be back and getting back into a routine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We went to TN/VA for Thanksgiving!  I got to spend some time with my most favorite~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt; cousin, &lt;a href="http://www.dixonchicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;!  Of course, not enough time, due to the fact that there is other family just falling over themselves to spend time with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;  That was said with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOTSA&lt;/span&gt; sarcasm, in case you couldn't pick that up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We managed to be up there just in time for snow, oh boy, can you imagine my excitement?  I mean, someone who loves the cold weather so much, note more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; here.  But being the good Mom that I am, made sure I had Randy drive us to the best snow spot he could find, so I could take some pictures, I mean, that is what kind of Mom I am, always thinking of my kids, a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; here too!  I'll be honest, they drug ME to the coldest, whitest spot in VA they could find, I did take pictures, but I would jump back in the truck as soon as my photo shoot was over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the record:  I AM NOT A FAN OF COLD, WHITE STUFF....the only cold stuff I want is Edward! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, I'll post pictures later on of that white stuff I mentioned, I'm trying to suck down some caffeine right now and that is far more important to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6803158583873614133?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6803158583873614133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6803158583873614133' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6803158583873614133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6803158583873614133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7355463709653963287</id><published>2008-11-21T05:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:51:16.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><title type='text'>O.M.G. I have a SEVERE case of O.C.D!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Obsessive.Cullen.Disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw Twilight last night.  I loved it.  Absolutely loved it.  It did move a bit faster than the actual book, but hey, it was still what I expected.  But what I didn't expect, and call me stupid, was all of the screaming, laughing, cheering, clapping and talking people behind me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;They took away from my movie!  Seriously.  I mean, it was like being at a concert, anytime Edward swooped in and did something very &lt;em&gt;Edward-like &lt;/em&gt;the entire crowd would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; and cheer like we were at a concert and Edward was right there in real life.  Yes, I know this is a huge sign that I am getting old, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But some of the parts where the line or the action deserved a little chuckle, got all out laughs, like it was an Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sandler&lt;/span&gt; movie, and it kind of lost that feeling that I would get while reading the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;So, I definitely plan on seeing the movie again, once the hype has worn off, like in the middle of the day when kids SHOULD be at school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  And trust me, I WILL be buying the DVD and most likely will be watching it all the time!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I absolutely loved it, tho!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Despite&lt;/span&gt; the extra sound effects from the young crowd!&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/5615077478136142947-7355463709653963287?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7355463709653963287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7355463709653963287' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7355463709653963287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7355463709653963287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-i-have-severe-case-of-ocd.html' title='O.M.G. I have a SEVERE case of O.C.D!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7734458190726670027</id><published>2008-11-14T20:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:56:25.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>November 21, 2008~12:01am</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Where will you be? I will be at the movie theater watching &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just bought my tickets online. It was a risk, Randy said he'd file for divorce if I go. Man, I'm going to miss him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7734458190726670027?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7734458190726670027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7734458190726670027' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7734458190726670027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7734458190726670027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-21-20081201am.html' title='November 21, 2008~12:01am'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8898686504084160287</id><published>2008-11-14T05:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:51:58.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabrielle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday~&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;....let's see, Monday, what was a blessing on Monday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; was home sick, but I did get a lot done. It is amazing when you do not have to get into the car and drive anywhere what all you can get done. I finished the invoicing, and cleaned house. So that in itself was a huge blessing, just ask Randy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Veteran's Day! Our country is so blessed to have so many veteran's that have fought for our freedom! But like &lt;a href="http://dontforgettoflush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen~Queen of Poo &lt;/a&gt;said to me, it should be THE veteran's who have the day off, not everyone in America! Just having that day off on a Tuesday really confused me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All systems go...the sick kid was back to school, it was a normal day in my neighborhood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was a busy day, yet not a bad one like I had anticipated. Randy's doctors appointment went good. The doctor gave him some medicine to see if he could shrink the tonsils, as he said they were "huge" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; He also wants to have him to have a sleep study, to make sure he doesn't have sleep apnea. I'm more comfortable with taking things slow than jumping into surgery. No matter how you look at it, surgery is surgery and let's try every option first, you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The boys' had a dental appointment, we had to reschedule Reese's, since it was his turn with the funk going around, he came home yesterday afternoon with a fever and sore throat. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; check up was fine! They removed some of his fancy hardware, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; And no cavities! They didn't pull me into a special room to discuss the next step with his path to braces, so that was good, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I finally found the fourth book in the Twilight Series for my bonus daughter, Kaylee. It's getting harder and harder to find those books, but fortunately I've gotten them all for her (and myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My beautiful niece, Gabrielle, finally dropped off her senior pictures for me. I've only been begging and bribing since she got them on Saturday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have a tennis match today! It's against a tennis club that I always enjoy, the girls are always nice and we have fun...win or lose, so I'm looking forward to that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-8898686504084160287?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8898686504084160287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8898686504084160287' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8898686504084160287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8898686504084160287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-my-blessings-friday.html' title='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3383868980983991522</id><published>2008-11-13T06:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:16:34.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I've been a bad blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I've had so much to say, and really nothing to say at all.  Does that make sense to any of you, or am I just special? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let's see, I know a lot of people do the RANDOM thing...I guess I could do that, and play catch up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;howz&lt;/span&gt; that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, Tara and I took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/http://www.planetradio1073.com/cc-common/gallery/"&gt;Planet Fest 9&lt;/a&gt; here in town last Saturday.  OK, probably wasn't one of my smartest moves as a parent.  But hey, live and learn, right?  I thought they'd love it.  We listen to all types of music here, and they loved the bands playing, so I thought it would be fun.  Uh, wrong.  Thankfully I heard from others that this one was tame compared to the past ones, they didn't see any boobies, but they did see lots of people that either need friends or mirrors or both.  What makes people think they can go out looking like they do is beyond me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  The kids were bored, Reese was moaning during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shinedown's&lt;/span&gt; performance that he needed to get home to watch the Gators play.  Uh yeah...that was pretty much the whole day.  We left early, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; got sick, he started running a fever that evening and the next day, thus missing his cousins Baptism, as well as a family get together (his Dad's side), which bummed him out, but I didn't think he needed to be around the little ones while he was running a fever.  As it turns out, two out of three of the kids over there ended up sick anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The kids didn't have school Tuesday, in honor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Veteran's&lt;/span&gt; Day, which is great, I think they should have it off, but is it necessary to celebrate it on a Tuesday? Really. It screws up the entire week AND me.  All day Tuesday I was thinking it was Sunday, then when I would come to terms that it wasn't Sunday, I thought it was Wednesday.  Really people, I do not need to be that screwed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And now Randy is sick.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tonsillitis&lt;/span&gt;.  He gets this mess quite often, often enough for us to get to see a special doctor today, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt;....yup, they want to discuss removing his tonsils this morning at 10:30, no not actually doing surgery this morning, but discuss WHEN to do the surgery, or if there is anything else they can do.  Okay, that is me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ad libbing&lt;/span&gt; there, I am hoping there is something else they can do, but I am pretty sure there isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The boys have dental appointments today, I have tennis this  morning, then Randy's doctors appointment, and Ashlee has a chorus concert tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CALGON&lt;/span&gt; TAKE ME AWAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3383868980983991522?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3383868980983991522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3383868980983991522' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3383868980983991522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3383868980983991522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad blogger!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6719035025791097150</id><published>2008-11-05T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:20:04.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Let's not talk about politics right now....let's talk about how mean my parents are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Yup, let's go with something lighthearted and funny, since this election has really taken its toll on this country! I think we can all agree that we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ELECTIONED&lt;/span&gt; OUT, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;So, I was supposed to paint my parents kitchen for awhile now.  I have a memory problem.  Not sure what that problem is, other than I can't remember anything, truly...ask my kids, I never get their names right, it kind of annoys them, but oh well, they'll get over it,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I had promised to go over this past Monday to paint, right after my tennis clinic.  I brought a change of clothes and everything, I was ready!  I called and guess what?  IT WAS ALREADY PAINTED...apparently they claim that it has been painted for two months...so really, this was a guilt trip, which my Mom is pretty good at, and I need to thank her for, because it's like a gene she passed on to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  But they led me to believe that they were waiting on me, everyone was in on this joke...yeah, I hate when the joke is on me, it's much more fun when I am playing the joke on someone else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway....isn't that mean, no wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; is mean, he obviously gets it from his Grandparents, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6719035025791097150?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6719035025791097150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6719035025791097150' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6719035025791097150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6719035025791097150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-not-talk-about-politics-right.html' title='Let&apos;s not talk about politics right now....let&apos;s talk about how mean my parents are!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5123729870012437205</id><published>2008-11-04T05:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:40:40.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>My public service announcement:  GO VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;I will not discuss politics beyond this.....GO VOTE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I know who I am voting for, I can only hope you are voting for the same person, but either way...just make sure you go out today and cast that vote!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5123729870012437205?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5123729870012437205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5123729870012437205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5123729870012437205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5123729870012437205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-public-service-announcement-go-vote.html' title='My public service announcement:  GO VOTE!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8167771205546491978</id><published>2008-11-01T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:10:23.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>What NOT to say to a woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have spent the past six years volunteering at my kids' school all the time.  In that time I have become pretty friendly with the head custodian. Most people do not like him, but you just have to "get" his humor, and for the most part, I do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;We joke about needing a beer early on, we joke about "who let these kids in here", we joke about wanting to cut out early and play golf (him) or tennis (me).  I've never had any problems with him.  Seriously.  I got his humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Until yesterday.  Apparently he thinks we have progressed to a point in our "friendship" that he can be an asshole.  Uh, no.  My husband and I aren't even to that point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;I was in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; class, at the picnic table with another Mom, getting the stuff ready for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; project (decorating cookies).  He walked up and started making comments about how he hoped I wasn't going to eat that stuff...one thing led to another and WHAM...he said "you gotta admit, you know you've gained a lot of weight in the past 8 months"....wow!  I don't even LOVE this man and he just said that to me.  I mean, it would be one thing for my husband, or my Dad, or my brother in law....someone in the family to say that to me, but someone on this level...that was just MESSED UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Of course I handled it like the grown up I am, I called him an ASS....the kids were still in the classroom, and I told him he was just lucky that we were on school grounds, because that was about all I could say.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, I know I've gained weight.  I have so many issues with my weight as it is.  But I do NOT need someone pointing them out, and in front of other people no less!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm still pissed off about this today...probably will be for a long time!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-8167771205546491978?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8167771205546491978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8167771205546491978' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8167771205546491978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8167771205546491978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-not-to-say-to-woman.html' title='What NOT to say to a woman!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4139097706454054838</id><published>2008-10-31T05:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:58:04.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I know, it's been awhile since I did this that first (and only time) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I have thought about it tho, does that count for something?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here goes, here are my blessings for this week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday~Stanley Steamer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt; out to clean the carpet and I was very shocked &amp;amp; pleased at how quick they were!  I hate to sit with anyone stranger in my house for too long, you know?  I feel uncomfortable, and well, they were in and out in no time.  Who knows, maybe they hated being with ME too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday~They picked up our garbage!  Yes, they normally pick it up...IF I get it out there on time.  In the past they usually pick up somewhere between 9 and oh, 4:00.  And since we have had to start keeping our garbage in the garage (stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOA&lt;/span&gt;) it's easier to forget to run it to the curb, kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;outa&lt;/span&gt; sight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outa&lt;/span&gt; mind!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; last week I forgot to take it out the night before but didn't worry too much, figuring I had plenty of time and I would take it out when I left to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; to school.  Uh, not the case...they showed up to pick it up at 5:30am!  That was a first for them, ever.  So this week, I was prepared, so I am feeling blessed to have remembered to get it out there (and so is the garage for that matter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday~We finally finished painting our bedroom.  All that is left to paint in the house, that we have lived in since July of 2007, is our bathroom and the boys' bathroom upstairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday~That I got a lot done around the house yesterday.  Sometimes something simple like that makes you feel so good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday~So far....the peace and quiet....I haven't had to fight with anyone, because they are all asleep! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4139097706454054838?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4139097706454054838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4139097706454054838' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4139097706454054838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4139097706454054838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/counting-my-blessings-friday_31.html' title='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4389843723193884197</id><published>2008-10-28T05:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:54:34.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home depot'/><title type='text'>My adventures in BUYING paint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, bet you didn't think anyone could possibly have an adventure while simply buying paint, did you? Oh leave it to me, Honey! I can make taking the trash out an adventure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara, on of my best friends and who also just happens to be my X sister in law, is my interior designer. OK, that was a fancy name I just gave her. She helps me paint. When we first moved into the house 15 months ago, we picked out colors, and one of the main colors just happened to be Peanut Butter, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt;. Tara HATES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt; paint. She prefers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glidden&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, what do I know?! I just do what I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all we've bought approximately 8 cans of this paint in the past 15 months. It's not in every room, but pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, when we were going out of town, Tara was house sitting for us, and said she'd go ahead and paint the hallway for us. In Peanut Butter, of course. I stopped at one of our Home Depot's and the guy flat out refused to mix that paint for me. Yes, you read that right. He must be sleeping with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt; people, I swear! He pulled out a pamphlet and tried to make me read it, explaining to me why I needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt; paint. Yeah, yeah, yeah....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; I left without paint. Tara got it later on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that left over paint Randy painted our bedroom, which is now half Peanut Butter, half white. Tara swung through Home Depot Sunday on her way over, and since she didn't have the "exact card color" in hand, although she had the number, they refused to mix it, telling her they couldn't verify the color, since they didn't have the sample in front of them, even tho Tara assured them she could! So she left empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran in yesterday and the girl behind the counter TRIED to tell me that she could not mix a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt; color with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Glidden&lt;/span&gt; paint. I explained my entire house (practically) was that color, and it would be fine. She said it wouldn't match. I explained AGAIN that my entire house (practically) was in that color, mixed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GLIDDEN&lt;/span&gt; paint! She got huffy, but mixed the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the paint department at Home Depot. I'm now a Lowe's shopper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4389843723193884197?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4389843723193884197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4389843723193884197' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4389843723193884197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4389843723193884197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-adventures-in-buying-paint.html' title='My adventures in BUYING paint!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-1501440539752733775</id><published>2008-10-23T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:24:41.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ahhh stupid people complaint!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine said something to me last night, and it has been bugging me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the team Mom of her son's football team.  I am the assistant team Mom for my son's football team.  I haven't had anyone complain to me, yet...but I am sure it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is bugging me is that there are so many people that COMPLAIN about how things are done, when things are scheduled, or what is actually scheduled....but do THEY offer to VOLUNTEER their time to do anything?  Uh, no.  So what gives them the right to complain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this is REALLY bugging me today, it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aggravates&lt;/span&gt; me that here we are, the end of the season, team Mom's across the park (and other parks) are busting their butts to order trophies, get gifts for the coaches ready, and plan a team party, and then you have your parents that find fault in every little thing you have planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure team is not happy that my other team Mom and I decided to do a simple pizza party at the park.  You know what?  We sent out a newsletter a few weeks back asking people to make suggestions...did they?  Nope, not a single one.  Personally, they are lucky we don't just hand the kids their trophies as they run off the field Saturday at their last game, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-1501440539752733775?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1501440539752733775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=1501440539752733775' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1501440539752733775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1501440539752733775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhh-stupid-people-complaint.html' title='Ahhh stupid people complaint!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5688341826409755345</id><published>2008-10-16T19:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:13:26.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>It's a TAGGING week for me:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taleofakansasgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ronnica&lt;/a&gt; tagged me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; well, paybacks, right? But that is okay, I kinda-sorta dig this kinda stuff! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun photo meme, and here is what I need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Go to your sixth picture folder, then pick your sixth picture. (I only had one picture in that sixth folder, so well, that is what you're getting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Pray that you remember the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Tag 5 others, leave a comment to let them know they've been tagged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257903500590022594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SPfTYE_zf8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Gb26PFKqsJY/s320/daryn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, this picture was a recent one I bought from a local action photographer that came out to my son, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; game to take action shots. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; is number 30, the one taking down that guy in the green! I love that shot! I also found a friend of mines son, number 55, I loved that shot...just him, flying solo with that ball! So I ordered him one too! I was feeling pretty nice about my sweetness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I swear to you, I got this the VERY next day after I ordered it online. Problem? I only ordered one picture of my son, and one of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got TWO of his son and ONE of my son. Weird, huh? But not really, considering it happened to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, I need these folks to comply, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://imaseamstress04.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maryann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://garbledgab.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://isitoveryet-laurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5688341826409755345?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5688341826409755345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5688341826409755345' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5688341826409755345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5688341826409755345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-tagging-week-for-me.html' title='It&apos;s a TAGGING week for me:)'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SPfTYE_zf8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Gb26PFKqsJY/s72-c/daryn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2332995240066080472</id><published>2008-10-14T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:50:53.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>I was tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SPVbHdUtQbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gCcq9ks-v8k/s1600-h/Tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257208323713614258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SPVbHdUtQbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gCcq9ks-v8k/s320/Tagged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just The Girl With...Something To Say tagged me! I always think these things are so exciting, not sure why, because you guys probably are going to yawn when you read my 7 random and/or weird facts about myself, but oh well...read them anyway! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Popsicle sticks give me cold chills. I cannot even eat a Popsicle that has been taken off of a stick, I can smell/taste the stick, and I get instant cold chills. I also cannot use wooden spoons when cooking, cold chills again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I LOVE cereal. But not with milk. Just dry. My favorite is Lucky Charms, really if I could find a cereal that is nothing but those little crunchy marshmallow's, I'd be in heaven! That is my all time favorite snack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I am working on that word *NO*. I have spent most of my adult life (if not all of it) saying *YES YES YES* to anyone and everyone that asks me to do anything. So far, I am proud to say that I am doing very good on my *NO* campaign. It's hard tho, the guilt sets in and well....I sometimes end up backtracking and saying *YES* anyway...again, working on that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I have a STUPID, yes STUPID need to have everyone like me, down to the people that I don't even like. Like people that I don't even want to be real friends with, but heaven forbid they not like ME....hmmmfffff! Stupid, I know, very, very stupid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I'm a worrier. I can thank my Mom for that trait (THANK YOU MOM!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  I have ADHD.  Truly diagnosed and medicated.  I think I would have really excelled in school had I been diagnosed way back then, you know, in the dark ages, lol  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.  I almost ALWAYS have my camera with me!  I am addicted to taking pictures of my kids, and well, anything else that is in need of having a photo snapped!  I blame this on my sister, she used to work in a one hour photo, and she developed the film, for you younger ones, you know...like in the olden days, LOL  If there was a particularly good picture, she'd make extra copies, and I think that is where my love of snapping pictures started!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it's time to *TAG* 7 lucky people....and come on guys, be more interesting than me, would ya? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://ktpounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tabi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://justines-cafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://stuck-in-the-sticks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://eventheniceones.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Nice One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://taleofakansasgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ronnica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://dontforgettoflush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Don't Forget To Flush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.  &lt;a href="http://luvmydoxies.blogspot.com/"&gt;DysFUNctional Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2332995240066080472?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2332995240066080472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2332995240066080472' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2332995240066080472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2332995240066080472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SPVbHdUtQbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gCcq9ks-v8k/s72-c/Tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-92970737512464969</id><published>2008-10-14T05:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:18:42.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITS'/><title type='text'>BLOG-A-THON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY PEOPLE! It's FINALLY here! The Secret Is In The Sauce Blog-A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thon&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to give credit (or blame, however you want to look at it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) where it is due. If I hadn't started blogging, thanks to my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favoritist&lt;/span&gt; cousin, &lt;a href="http://www.dixonchicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;, and also one of my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;favoritist&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;evah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://garbledgab.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt;, then I would have never found &lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt;SITS&lt;/a&gt;! The blame, by the way, comes in because I need to blame someone for not getting the house clean, the supper cooked, the laundry done...you know, because I find myself sitting here reading blogs all day long! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have found all kinds of wonderful blogs to read through SITS! I do not have time to list every reason why I love the blogs that I have found, it's getting really close to that time. What time you ask? Time to start the morning fight with that youngest offspring of mine. The one that pays me back for all of the bad things that my X husband must of done as a child, I mean, seriously people, you do not think I could have been bad as a kid, do you? Hmmff...as my Mommy, she'll tell you how sweet I was! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here are some that you can check out and find out why I love them so~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/"&gt;Mrs4444&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaseamstress04.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maryann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Where Are My Angels?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://johndeeremom.blogspot.com/"&gt;John Deere Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://texaswordtangle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Texas Word Tangle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, if you have never heard of SITS...now you have, so click the link and head over there and forget about that laundry, forget about that cleaning...turn off your phone too, I mean, who wants to get disturbed?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i515.photobucket.com/albums/t357/sitsgirls/SS_150x150_button.png" source="blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-92970737512464969?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/92970737512464969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=92970737512464969' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/92970737512464969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/92970737512464969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-thon.html' title='BLOG-A-THON'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2493487840356412944</id><published>2008-10-09T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:39:32.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Traveling Sux</title><content type='html'>This will be short and maybe not so sweet, I hate sitting in a truck for hours on end! Even with a butt this size, it still is uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need pity, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2493487840356412944?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2493487840356412944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2493487840356412944' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2493487840356412944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2493487840356412944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/traveling-sux.html' title='Traveling Sux'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6547294313375885613</id><published>2008-10-07T16:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:28:57.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>I got *CRAFTY* today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those of you who know me, you know I am the farthest thing from crafty ever! And I do mean EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was blog-hopping last week sometime and came across the easiest looking craft ever, so I somehow remembered this craft, but cannot remember whose blog it was to give them full credit! Sorry! Then again, after they take a gander at my *crafting*, they may not want to take any credit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did do it a little differently than they suggested tho, I pulled the lazy route, I mean, that is just how I roll!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take some rocks (I bought some at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart this morning in the home decorating section, near the vases).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254517762044630050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOvMEKCmlCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/q-zdU-sLjQI/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I cheated by using spray paint, which probably wasn't the wisest choice, but hey, ya' live &amp;amp; learn, right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254523843705075618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOvRmJ_cd6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/oz2DfbnB1L4/s200/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I then took a paint marker, since I couldn't find a BLACK Sharpie anywhere in this house, imagine that...every other color in the world, but not a single black one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I drew faces on them, and wrote Happy Halloween &amp;amp; BOO on some of them. I put them in a small bowl type vase. I'm kinda impressed, although they need a little touch up paint, but hey, my first try at it wasn't all that bad, if I do say so myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254525056733938626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOvSsw4EA8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/jlsFwXQvIv0/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254525051484616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOvSsdUhuII/AAAAAAAAAbE/PM64oHrcnJA/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6547294313375885613?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6547294313375885613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6547294313375885613' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6547294313375885613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6547294313375885613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-crafty-today.html' title='I got *CRAFTY* today!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOvMEKCmlCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/q-zdU-sLjQI/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5371510862363206239</id><published>2008-10-03T06:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:14:58.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I totally nabbed this idea from a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friend; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BITRCountryGirl&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitrcountrygirl1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Another Day In Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not have much going on anyway, so I thought this would be a great post idea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here goes, and for those who know me well...be very impressed that I am looking for the silver lining in my week, instead of moaning and groaning about the crappy things, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, this is the toughest day of all to find a blessing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; If you read my blog on Monday, you will totally understand why! So, I'm just going to go with the simple fact that Monday ended and turned into Tuesday, because to me....that WAS a blessing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday~I got to spend some time with my X sister in law, of course she gave me a massage, for this stupid back pain, but I always enjoy spending time with her and her kids! Also, I'd like to throw in there that my other X sister in law, Tara got the results back from her dog, Isis', biopsy on her lip....CANCER FREE! That is such a blessing, we were really worried, as Isis might as well be one of the kids in the family!! She just had a fatty tumor on her lip, crazy huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday~I got my haircut! I know, that sounds silly to count as a blessing, but sometimes I just enjoy something that is just about ME, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; It was quick, since I didn't get it colored this time, that is on my next visit, but it still feels so good to get pampered, even if its only for a little while! Wow, a massage and a haircut in one week, I'd say it's been a pretty good week, huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday~Randy took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; to school for me, and then my parents called and said they had to come down this way, and they would pick him up from school for me! I didn't have to go ANYWHERE all day! WOW...now that made up for Monday sucking so bad! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday~Has just started, but hey...I'm up, I'm alive, and I am attempting to play in my tennis match despite my back still hurting! Hopefully I won't regret it, I think I'm just happy to finally do something in the form of exercise, I hate how super-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-duper lazy I've gotten with this back problem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, this was fun! I should do this every week so I can focus on the good things in my life, right? &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/5615077478136142947-5371510862363206239?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5371510862363206239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5371510862363206239' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5371510862363206239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5371510862363206239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/counting-my-blessings-friday.html' title='Counting My Blessings Friday'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4104873826966180039</id><published>2008-10-01T05:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:53:58.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politicians'/><title type='text'>Would you vote for him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SONHcTNbT-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qJJcoiHgmcw/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252120141962629090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SONHcTNbT-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qJJcoiHgmcw/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A side note: this was a picture taken at school for a Mother's Day gift, trust me, this kid is NOT this cheesy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This is my future politician, am I proud?  I'm not sure, I'll get back to you in about twenty years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;"&gt;He was running for class representative at school.  The voting took place Monday.  When we were discussing it, I asked him who he voted for and he said "DUH, MYSELF" and he then followed that up by saying his friend Gabe voted for him too, even tho Gabe was running too.  I asked why Gabe didn't vote for himself like he did and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; said "because I told him I would vote for him if he voted for me", so basically he's off to a GREAT start in the world of politics....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's Full of Crap!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-4104873826966180039?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4104873826966180039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4104873826966180039' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4104873826966180039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4104873826966180039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-vote-for-him.html' title='Would you vote for him?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SONHcTNbT-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qJJcoiHgmcw/s72-c/DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2629646469047535685</id><published>2008-09-30T05:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:16:29.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><title type='text'>Thank Goodness it's NOT Monday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is about all I can think of this morning! I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; over yesterday, that it isn't funny!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all started with this little ray of sunshine~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH4B8IRrXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lJt75kdRakY/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251751352695106930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH4B8IRrXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lJt75kdRakY/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently, me asking him to get up on a Monday morning for school was very rude of me, please forgive me, oh precious, mighty one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then off to school we went, with attitude and all. Then we hit this~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH5EYDSBbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aNXhuZEiIbU/s1600-h/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251752494061716914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH5EYDSBbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aNXhuZEiIbU/s200/073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What takes us about 20 minutes, give or take, turned into an hour and a half! I was not a happy camper!! Luckily they were not counting tardies, since everyone and their brother were late as well! He lucked out tho and missed half of Social Studies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, you can imagine how that broke 'Ray of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunshines&lt;/span&gt;' heart...not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I hit the grocery store on the way home, come back, unload and the phone rings....it's Reese from school he needs a ride home because he got sick in PE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH7NJqbzTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iYmgq2L635w/s1600-h/vomit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754843841482034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH7NJqbzTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iYmgq2L635w/s200/vomit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'm over Monday this week....what about you?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2629646469047535685?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2629646469047535685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2629646469047535685' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2629646469047535685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2629646469047535685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-goodness-its-not-monday.html' title='Thank Goodness it&apos;s NOT Monday!!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SOH4B8IRrXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lJt75kdRakY/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8291511156106125637</id><published>2008-09-26T08:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:55:54.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Foto Finish Fiesta'/><title type='text'>Friday's Foto Finish Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SNzbUoj669I/AAAAAAAAAZg/oy91XoqGL20/s1600-h/cruise13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250312413139102674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SNzbUoj669I/AAAAAAAAAZg/oy91XoqGL20/s400/cruise13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This picture will always be one of my favorites of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt;.  It's just one those pictures that no matter what mood you're in, you smile! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Go check out other FFFF at &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candid Carrie's&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-8291511156106125637?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8291511156106125637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8291511156106125637' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8291511156106125637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8291511156106125637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/fridays-foto-finish-fiesta.html' title='Friday&apos;s Foto Finish Fiesta'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SNzbUoj669I/AAAAAAAAAZg/oy91XoqGL20/s72-c/cruise13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7967610583289398883</id><published>2008-09-24T05:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:53:12.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Look what I just got!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SNoLO7ZTDNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QGZma7-lsBM/s1600-h/kickbootyblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249520666743606482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SNoLO7ZTDNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QGZma7-lsBM/s400/kickbootyblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tabi&lt;/span&gt;, over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tabi&lt;/span&gt; rambles on..., gave me this award yesterday, boy, I'm honored...I mean, the only time the words KICK ASS have been said in regards to me, are usually when someone is talking about kicking MY ass, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  So this is new for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now I must pass the award on, I mean it's only fair, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hottublizzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lizzy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; comes to mind when I think of KICK ASS...you guys need to check her out, I think you will agree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventheniceones.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even The Nice Ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, she's someone I recently found and have been stalk-I mean, following her every since, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodgollymissblondie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Blondie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blonde's&lt;/span&gt; have got to stick together, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://texaswordtangle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; just flat out deserves this period...not need to go any further!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs4444 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is always KICK ASS, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7967610583289398883?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7967610583289398883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7967610583289398883' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7967610583289398883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7967610583289398883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-what-i-just-got.html' title='Look what I just got!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SNoLO7ZTDNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QGZma7-lsBM/s72-c/kickbootyblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5860692657739730605</id><published>2008-09-23T06:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:14:39.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reese'/><title type='text'>Six Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is all it took.  Six weeks.  I know you are wondering what in the world took six weeks, aren't you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it took SIX WEEKS for one of the kids to get sick from starting school!  Yup!  Reese woke up at 12:30 this morning throwing up.  Thank goodness it was him tho, he's the good puker, LOL  With the medicine he's been on making him sick to his stomach in the past, he's mastered the art of throwing up 'responsibly' LOL  Yes, he makes it in the toilet, where Griffey makes it anywhere BUT the toilet, LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He doesn't have a fever tho, in fact he was sitting at like 96.6, which was odd, but I tried the other ear, and it was 97.1, so who knows, I just know he wasn't on fire, lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully it is just a 24 hour bug and will soon leave this house, and I'm off to spray some Lysol, I do not want this myself, of course, LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5860692657739730605?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5860692657739730605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5860692657739730605' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5860692657739730605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5860692657739730605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-weeks.html' title='Six Weeks'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5384450187263411921</id><published>2008-09-22T05:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:52:45.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Yup, I'd say they are spoiled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting that time again.  Time to Christmas shop.  You know your children are spoiled when they don't even know what they want for Christmas and you know they don't really need anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last year was the first year that I started shopping (and wrapping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) this early and it was the easiest Christmas ever!  So I plan on doing it again this year and have actually already picked up some presents.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just do not have a clue what to get the kids!  They are all at that age where toys are really out, and they already have everything electronic-wise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;.....any suggestions??!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5384450187263411921?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5384450187263411921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5384450187263411921' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5384450187263411921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5384450187263411921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/yup-id-say-they-are-spoiled.html' title='Yup, I&apos;d say they are spoiled!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5008055123502498461</id><published>2008-09-20T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:42:38.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Hindsight IS 20/20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When you pull your back out and still play tennis, well, it hurts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't want my team to have to forfeit a court, I'm just good that way, so I went out anyway to play and well, of course it went three sets, why didn't I see that coming?  And to top it off, we still lost, so if we had forfeited, we would have lost, so instead of just losing the simple way, I lose and possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;injure&lt;/span&gt; my back more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;How many dumb things can you do in one week? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5008055123502498461?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5008055123502498461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5008055123502498461' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5008055123502498461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5008055123502498461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/hindsight-is-2020.html' title='Hindsight IS 20/20'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3832105952484214684</id><published>2008-09-18T12:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:36:37.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Falling apart before 40?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I honestly thought that the body starts falling apart AFTER you turn 40. Really, I did. So why am I such an early bloomer?! I mean, I realize that December isn't all that far off, but seriously people. I think each week I have another body part that decides to give me a friendly reminder that I'm almost 40.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to me body, there is NO need to do that, sure I forget which vehicle I am driving, sure I sometimes confuse my kids names....but I remember daily that I will be 40 soon, so would you please let me enjoy the next few months in my thirties pain free??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/falling-apart-before-40.html' title='Falling apart before 40?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-559034208894480985</id><published>2008-09-18T12:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:30:31.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr'/><title type='text'>How To Give Yourself A Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go shopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talk on the cell phone while parking and walking into the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come out, look for your truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Walk up and down the rows and rows of cars, looking for your truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember you drove the car today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup, that is one way to kill the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' ticker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-559034208894480985?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/559034208894480985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=559034208894480985' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/559034208894480985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/559034208894480985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-give-yourself-heart-attack.html' title='How To Give Yourself A Heart Attack'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4070666864060633249</id><published>2008-09-17T05:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:43:11.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>I need your help in the kitchen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really no secret I'm not the best cook. Oh I mean, I can cook a meal...and it can be pretty darn good.  I can't bake.  Don't ask me to, either.  I suck at it.  Plain and simple.  I do not even try to pretend I can.  That is my sister's job, and she does a fine job! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday we have another home match.  We all are in charge of bringing some sort of refreshment.  It goes by a rotating list.  My job this week is PROTEIN.  I normally swing by the localSuper Wally World and pick up a couple of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;made subs and slice them up and Voila! There is your protein.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if anyone has any better ideas, something that would actually, oh I don't know, shock my tennis team....since they all know how I am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Throw them my way!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and my lovely husband suggested:  a box of protein bars!  Yeah, he's loads of help, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-4070666864060633249?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4070666864060633249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4070666864060633249' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4070666864060633249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4070666864060633249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-your-help-in-kitchen.html' title='I need your help in the kitchen!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3443774145949200528</id><published>2008-09-16T05:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:57:56.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloodwork'/><title type='text'>I'm weak, I can't do it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what am I talking about, you ask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to have some blood drawn. The doctor wants to check me for all types of stuff, you know....the older you get, the more messed up your body gets. But I had set a goal yesterday that TODAY would be my day, I WOULD go do it this morning after dropping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; off at school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I afraid of the needles? No way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I just too lazy to go to the lab? No way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what is my problem, you ask? I cannot go without my morning coffee. Plain and simple. I am addicted. I need the caffeine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have set another goal: TOMORROW! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I will do it, I just am not doing it today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-3443774145949200528?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3443774145949200528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3443774145949200528' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3443774145949200528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3443774145949200528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-weak-i-cant-do-it.html' title='I&apos;m weak, I can&apos;t do it....'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-1632929010427082252</id><published>2008-09-13T21:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:58:06.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>A little annoying story about today's football game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; football game, he was playing bench warmer, and doing a fine job, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, this little boy on his team was sitting beside him, he was uh, heavy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, don't know his name, they all look the same in red helmets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; So heavy boy says "I want some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheese sticks&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; turns to him and says "Dude, we are playing a football game right now" and heavy boy says "duh, not now you dork....during half time", and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; replied "Dude, you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; gonna puke if you eat that"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I proceeded to tell him that he should eat the orange slices &amp;amp; apple slices that we had for them and that they would be a better choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At half time, the team &amp;amp; coaches go to a certain meeting spot for the fruit &amp;amp; drinks and a pep talk. I went down to our tent to get some water and here comes heavy kid WITH his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cheese sticks&lt;/span&gt; and his Dad walking right behind him with his grub from the concession stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE?!?! That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; wrong! First off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cheese sticks&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of a game?? Secondly, the team was down there getting talked to by their coaches....he is part of the team, not cool man...not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-1632929010427082252?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1632929010427082252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=1632929010427082252' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1632929010427082252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/1632929010427082252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-annoying-story-about-todays.html' title='A little annoying story about today&apos;s football game!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-8885799163566318446</id><published>2008-09-13T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:46:39.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Yesterday's tennis match, or not! LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just my luck, I'm pumped, primed and ready for a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' tennis match.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our coach gave us an amazing, and hard work out, the sweat I was dripping was gross, by the way. The humidity was sky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' high yesterday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, time to play. The girls we were playing were sweet, and seemed like fun. Which was already a plus! One of them told us that this was her first year. Never tell your opponents that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We didn't finish the first set....nope, not even the first set and it started POURING, it was obviously a sun shower, since the sun was still beating down on us. But it turned our clay courts into rivers &amp;amp; lakes. If we would have continued to play, we would have risked falling, so we had to call the match for rain and reschedule it for two weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is all good, but I was pumped and ready yesterday and left feeling, I don't know....like I was still hanging, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robin (my partner for this match, since our coach switches us up all the time) and I were doing good! We were up 4-2, and honestly, we shouldn't have even lost those 2, but we did. My coach really didn't have much to say about what we did wrong, which is a first, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Normally she's got a list of wrong things we do...but she just told me that my net game is excellent and that I am awesome at placing the ball! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I have another match this Friday, assuming they play me, since we have so many girls on the roster this year...that's another story, I'm a non-resident, and the new girls are residents, so I may get bumped, but I will be finishing this match out in two weeks! Wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-8885799163566318446?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8885799163566318446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=8885799163566318446' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8885799163566318446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/8885799163566318446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterdays-tennis-match-or-not-lol.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s tennis match, or not! LOL'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-404822688258508986</id><published>2008-09-12T05:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:00:27.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><title type='text'>OH yeah, an update on the book report that almost killed me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You remember, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; last minute book report? The one he knew about for two weeks and put off to the last minute?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, someway...even tho the teacher KNEW he put it off until the last minute, which in my opinion she should have docked him some points, he got a 92%!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?!?! An A for something that looked awful and was thrown together at the last minute?! His best friend worked hard from the start...earned a 100% and then there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; who does it last minute, and still pulls of an A!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;....this kid skates by far to easy I tell you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-404822688258508986?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/404822688258508986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=404822688258508986' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/404822688258508986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/404822688258508986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yeah-update-on-book-report-that.html' title='OH yeah, an update on the book report that almost killed me!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5962083443261539052</id><published>2008-09-12T05:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T05:57:17.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>T G I F F</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD IT'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FLIPPIN&lt;/span&gt;' FRIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, that is about all I can say to this week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not been that bad of a week, Lord knows I've seen worse, it's just felt like it has been far too hectic.  And then to top if off, I got a lovely little note from our animal control people, seems as tho we have some neighbors who have complained that we let our dogs run loose.  The funny part is that in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; of dogs....SMALL was written.  People, a German Shepard is NOT small...yes, Gator seems to have lost weight, I mean, he has some unknown crusty butt disease and nothing helps it, but he's still not qualified to be called small.  Princess, yes....but that dog only goes on the back deck, it's like pulling teeth to get her to step on the grass....come on, you see her name, she IS a Princess for crying out loud!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;irritates&lt;/span&gt; me that people cannot come to us, personally, and say "hey, your dogs are running loose, fix the problem"....because that way we can say "uh, no they aren't, they are with us when they are outside and uh, look at the breed you dumb a$$" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well....&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-5962083443261539052?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5962083443261539052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5962083443261539052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5962083443261539052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5962083443261539052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-g-i-f-f.html' title='T G I F F'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-161475032370792993</id><published>2008-09-11T05:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:56:40.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>I have my first tennis match of the season tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm half stoked, and half dreading it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm completely stoked, I love tennis.  I just do not love what this team has turned into.  It is amazing at how some people can take a fun sport, something of a hobby for us Mommies and turn it into, I don't know....hell?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of us have just started in the past few years.  Some have started more recently, such as this past year.  We all know we are not going to make it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wimbledon&lt;/span&gt;...I mean, let's be for real here....we are 30-40-50 year old Mom's looking for something fun to do while the kiddo's are at school, right?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there is the other few...the few who honestly think they are going to get a better spot in heaven if they are on a higher court come match time.  Those are the ones who will claw &amp;amp; scratch their way to the top, and along the way, they might leave a knife in the back of a so called friend.  But hey, if they are at the top...who cares right?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, personally, am in this for fun.  Yes I want to get better, who wants to stay at the bottom of anything and not get better?  But I still want to have fun!  I've walked away after a serious spanking and still had a blast!  If the girls I am playing against are fun, and not nasty, then to me, it was worth it.  Now I have played some nasty girls, and even if I won, I still had a horrible time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wish some of these girls would realize that we are in this for fun!  Like our coach tells us:  WE WILL NOT BE IN THE NEWSPAPER TOMORROW! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Nobody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt; this, nobody knows about how we played except the people who were there and the people we tell! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also remind myself that I am NOT winning any money, so why be nasty? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Of course if they were to start waving dollar bills in my face, maybe I would become a nasty court-climber, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes people, I AM coin operated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-161475032370792993?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/161475032370792993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=161475032370792993' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/161475032370792993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/161475032370792993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-my-first-tennis-match-of-season.html' title='I have my first tennis match of the season tomorrow!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2282672527947945051</id><published>2008-09-10T05:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:40:31.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I need to work on my, uh wording?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or simply NOT being a smart butt all the time?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nahh&lt;/span&gt;....then I wouldn't be "keeping it real" as my husband likes to say (where did he pick that up from, I wonder? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, yesterday on the way home from school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; is digging deep to find another holiday. Yes, he is loving school this year, can't you just tell from all of my posts?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He asks me what holiday was in September. I said "none", well, of course we had Labor Day, but it was in the past, no sense in confusing him any further, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; He then asked me when Thanksgiving was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh...tell me he's kidding, please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep in mind he's in sixth grade, he's eleven and really people, I swear he's a very bright boy, just lazy....really! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt;, Thanksgiving is in November, just like every year since you've been born".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He then looks at me and says "You couldn't have just said NOVEMBER? That would have been a little nicer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BWHHAHHAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt; This coming from the MEAN KID!?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, so maybe I should cut out some of my smart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alecky&lt;/span&gt; comments, but I need to find a meeting for that I think....they have AA, gamblers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;, sex addict &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;, what about smart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aleck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;? But really people, he should go to the meetings with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-2282672527947945051?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2282672527947945051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2282672527947945051' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2282672527947945051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2282672527947945051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-work-on-my-uh-wording.html' title='I need to work on my, uh wording?!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3522232960848415092</id><published>2008-09-10T05:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:33:10.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><title type='text'>Well I think the wrapping paper fashion show was a sucess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMeT47QlL-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4fN72IkrU1U/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244322897285427170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMeT47QlL-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4fN72IkrU1U/s320/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK, at least my part was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Actually the whole thing turned out adorable and it was almost crazy to see how many talented Mom's we have out there....some of these outfits were off the hook! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; *notice I'm talking all cool-like? just thought I'd give it a whirl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ended up not making a jersey for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt;, just making him a football pendant to carry, but we made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; skirt for the adorable little girl in his class that walked out with him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't get any real good pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Courtlyn&lt;/span&gt;....but I did add a shot of the entire group, just so you can see what all was done!  We certainly have some talented Mommy's out there.....lucky little kids, I wonder if they would like to adopt my kids, because I'm sure they feel slighted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've come up with a BRILLIANT idea for next year...a Mother/Daughter or Mother/Son fashion show! How cool is that? Well, I find it extremely cool...why?!?! This is my last year there, of course;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I know how to plan fun stuff like that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-3522232960848415092?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3522232960848415092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3522232960848415092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3522232960848415092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3522232960848415092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-think-wrapping-paper-fashion.html' title='Well I think the wrapping paper fashion show was a sucess!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMeT47QlL-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4fN72IkrU1U/s72-c/DSC_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-768280727190651119</id><published>2008-09-09T05:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:55:54.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>I need to pull out my creative juices, LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which if you really know me, you know that I am running really dry on those, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PFA's&lt;/span&gt; kick off to selling Sally Foster wrapping paper. Every year we have a fashion show. A child is chosen from each class and they are wearing, yes, wearing the wrapping paper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since we are in Jaguar country, I snagged the Jaguar print wrapping paper and decided to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; a football player. Do I know how to do this? Nope. Will I pull it off? Who knows. I think Linda, his teacher, has one other girl in his class doing the cheerleader gig with him, they will look adorable if I knew how to be creative, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll figure this out....but I'm sure there will be some moments that you may hear some screaming, or cussing coming from this direction, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-768280727190651119?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/768280727190651119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=768280727190651119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/768280727190651119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/768280727190651119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-pull-out-my-creative-juices.html' title='I need to pull out my creative juices, LOL'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7992184526233989105</id><published>2008-09-07T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:56:27.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='griffey'/><title type='text'>First book report this year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; already has a plan to hold it off for extra day! Yup, this kid is full of all sorts of ideas (and other stuff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His plan? Just let him skip school on Tuesday, when it is due, and VOILA....it gives him a whole extra day to work on it!! Never mind he's known about it for two weeks, he now NEEDS this extra day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, no, that is NOT happening, just so you know;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-7992184526233989105?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7992184526233989105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7992184526233989105' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7992184526233989105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7992184526233989105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-book-report-this-year.html' title='First book report this year....'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-2276550100672962818</id><published>2008-09-06T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:32:58.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark'/><title type='text'>True Story....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This has to the funniest story ever!  And, honest engine, I'm NOT making it up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, after the football games, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; decided to go home with his Dad.  Reese wanted to stay with us.  We are cruising home, and well guys, the Gators were on, and well, we needed to hurry home to WATCH them instead of listening to them, any real Gator fan understands this, right?  *yes, I'm rolling my eyes a bit here*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Randy speeds up to pass a car, and then I hear "OH SHIT"...then the blue lights are right behind us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YESSIREEEBOB&lt;/span&gt;...he got himself pulled over.  I'm fuming, of course, because he's an idiot! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reese is in the backseat saying "man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; is going to be so jealous!" Uh, since when did getting a ticket become fun? Oh wait, it's been a long time since I was a kid...nah, that doesn't even fly with me, that just doesn't sound like fun period. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, the officer was nice, he told Randy he clocked him going *gasp* 71 in a 45.  Yeah, I'm proud.  Anyway, Randy had to tell him that he was sorry but the Gators were on TV and he had to get home to watch him.  I asked the kind officer to please turn his head while I smacked my husband...hard! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  He actually laughed and said "yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; excuse tonight is the Gator game"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Imagine that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the real FUNNY part of this story is the fact that uh, Mark....you know, my X husband, the one who had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt;, who was going to be jealous because he wasn't with us when we got the ticket, in the truck with him...well, he can't stand to be outdone apparently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HE GOT A TICKET AT THE EXACT SAME TIME RANDY DID!  NO LIE!  Tara's friend shot Tara a text telling him he just passed her brother on the interstate and he got pulled over, this was while we were pulled over too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and the tickets....EXACT SAME AMOUNT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only in my freaky world, People, only my world! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-2276550100672962818?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2276550100672962818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=2276550100672962818' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2276550100672962818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/2276550100672962818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-story.html' title='True Story....'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-9218347794243508857</id><published>2008-09-06T07:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:26:40.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida gators'/><title type='text'>Boy, oh boy, today is going to be tough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All I can say is I sure hope I cheer for the right team today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normally both of my guys play for the Bronco's.  This year the park didn't have enough kids for Reese's age/weight range, so we had to move him to another park to play, or he wouldn't be able to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning I get to cheer for the Bronco's, so I will be wearing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; BLACK!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This afternoon I get to cheer for the Raider's, so I will have to change into my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; BLACK!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only saving grace for me with the Raider's is that that was my high school's name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; at least I've yelled &amp;amp; cheered for them before, although it's been *cough cough* a couple of years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then we rush home to catch the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gators&lt;/span&gt; play, where I have to yell &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GATORS&lt;/span&gt; or sleep at Motel 6, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just pray that I get it right today is all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-9218347794243508857?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9218347794243508857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=9218347794243508857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/9218347794243508857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/9218347794243508857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/boy-oh-boy-today-is-going-to-be-tough.html' title='Boy, oh boy, today is going to be tough!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3519815340960484024</id><published>2008-09-04T05:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:59:17.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>The race to the cat food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or so my cats THINK we are having a race to their cat food!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We keep the cat food up on the bathroom counter, yeah, I know, ultra classy, but hey, when you have dogs that eat it up like its their food, you do what you gotta do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We keep it in the hall bathroom, I guess the guest bathroom, if you want to call it that, but I really do not have guests, if you have been here you are family or friends, guests sounds so formal, and that we are not! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Just ask my sister who was mortified that I turned my "formal dining room" into my office, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So anyway, back to the cat food.  My cats seem to think that anyone, of the human breed, who walks in that bathroom, either to actually use the bathroom, wash their hands, or put something in the closet in there, is really out to eat their food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup, they've nailed us.  It's a new weight loss plan.  Eat cat food people, it's yummy!  WOW...these cats really are insane!  I mean, first they think they own this house, especially that white, fat, fluffy one...but to actually think that we are going to eat their food!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've seriously almost fallen while walking into that bathroom by getting tripped by a running cat....I don't know, maybe they know something I don't know, maybe that stuff is good, I know it's cheaper than the food I eat....maybe I should....nah, forget about it, that is just too gross to even go there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3519815340960484024?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3519815340960484024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3519815340960484024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3519815340960484024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3519815340960484024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/race-to-cat-food.html' title='The race to the cat food'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3631917138937699498</id><published>2008-09-03T05:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:59:11.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas'/><title type='text'>I hate pumping gas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean, who really LIKES to pump gas?  OK, maybe men do...or teenage boys, but not me.  My X used to work for a guy whose wife flat out refused to pump gas.  She would get to a gas station and call her husband and tell him where she was at and he'd rush to her aid and pump her gas.  Uh, yeah, I never had that luck, my X would have just laughed at me, and well so would Randy.  BTW...those two lovebirds are no longer a couple, just for the record, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I left early yesterday because I knew I needed gas.  I wasn't in the danger zone yet, I mean, the warning light wasn't on, I thought I was being cautious.  But it was pouring, and who wants to get out in the rain, yes I know there are awnings over the gas pumps, but rain blows you know, and I am quite sure you all are aware that sugar melts!  I was safe, I mean the warning light wasn't on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it to school, dropped of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; whiny one, that has to be my new name for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, by the way.  I was cruising home, and well, forgot to get gas, again, no warning light I was fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I planned on leaving early to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; whiny one, since I needed gas, yes still aware of this issue, wanted to get my walk in, and grab a couple things at the grocery store before getting the boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The car didn't feel so hot when I left, well it felt hot, living in Florida, everything is hot this time of year, but it kind of sputtered, and I made it to the next neighborhood up and decided to go back and get the truck. I was convinced that it HAD to be something wrong with the car, the warning light was STILL not on for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pete's&lt;/span&gt; sake!  It even told me that I had 31 miles to empty!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word:  WRONG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to park her on the side of the road and walk home to retrieve the truck.  Of course I was leaving early to go on a walk, so I shouldn't complain, but walking down a two lane road, with semi's and rednecks flying up and down it, well, I guess I burned more calories, because the cussing I was doing should count for something, right?  Also, I was walking a lot faster than normal...until the cop pulled up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  He was very nice, kept offering me a ride, but I assured him I was fine and honestly lived just up the road.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all in all, I think this worked out for me, as I said before, I hate pumping gas.....in the end, Randy had to come to my aid and well, my tank is filled, and I didn't have to touch a nasty gas pump!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; So technically I won, right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh just go with me on this one, it makes me look like I planned that stupid stunt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3631917138937699498?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3631917138937699498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3631917138937699498' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3631917138937699498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3631917138937699498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-pumping-gas.html' title='I hate pumping gas!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6856772692710746339</id><published>2008-09-02T06:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:04:55.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>What kind of dog do you have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mom asked me this question the other night at supper. Not what kind I have now, but what Maggie was. Maggie was a dog I got from my boys' other Grandparents. She ran away. Smart dog really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; really has a way with animals around here and I haven't figured out why these other stick around really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, she asked me what kind of dog Maggie was, and I basically said a Heinz 57, a little bit of this and a little bit of that, and told her to ask Tara when she got there, since it was a product of her two dogs that made Maggie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why was she asking me this? Because Lacy, my never-stop-talking six year old niece had told her that Maggie was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Presbyterian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup...I believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she was the first of that particular breed in our family to date, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6856772692710746339?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6856772692710746339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6856772692710746339' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6856772692710746339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6856772692710746339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-kind-of-dog-do-you-have.html' title='What kind of dog do you have?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7000913828389556233</id><published>2008-09-02T05:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:51:42.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurricanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up, hurricane season really didn't mean a whole lot to me.  I mean, I remember learning about hurricanes and tornadoes in school, I was more afraid of the threat of a tornado, it didn't help that I had that one teacher who told the story of watching a tornado rip down one side of her street growing up and tear down all of the houses.  Yeah, that kept me up for nights.  I am a grown woman and still think about that lesson, can't remember the teachers name, or even what grade, but I remember learning about tornadoes that day and the damage they can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew up in Florida, but honestly do not remember ever having to majorly prepare for a hurricane growing up.  Either my parents were awesome at hiding scary moments from my sister and I, or maybe I was just so dingy I didn't have a clue?! Or maybe we just were lucky!?  Who knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But since I've entered adulthood, I've had to deal with this more than I ever recall, especially since I do not recall dealing with it at all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know my first husband and I were up north on vacation when Floyd came through, was that in 1999? Even tho Floyd managed to travel his way up to us in Virginia, where we got some major wind &amp;amp; rain from him, guess he was mad we didn't invite him? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then four years ago it seemed like we honestly had a tropical storm or a named storm brush this area every other weekend.  We would go stay with my sister and her family and it was like a fun little party for the kids, we'd keep the blinds closed and they'd have no clue that there was some major weather issues outside.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here we go again....Fay just made her appearance, and now I see we have a new visitor, Hanna...oh and she doesn't want to travel alone, apparently, she's invited Ike, although we don't know yet, where Hanna and Ike are going to end up exactly (do we ever know exactly?) but I just do not know if my nerves can handle this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But what choice do I have?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well, I guess I'll just find myself glued to the local news &amp;amp; weather channel again...the only upside (hey, you gotta find the upside to everything in life, people) is maybe they'll cancel football practice and I won't have to deal with stupid people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7000913828389556233?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7000913828389556233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7000913828389556233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7000913828389556233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7000913828389556233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-season.html' title='Hurricane Season'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-5358084461096674604</id><published>2008-09-01T14:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:09:10.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>OHHH I already know what I want for Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, I'm already making my list.  I am going to let my Mom &amp;amp; Sister know right away too, so they can start shopping!  Mom reads this, so she should know this afternoon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a new kitchen.  Yup, not because I'm jealous of my parents awesome new pretty up-to-date kitchen (although I am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).  Nope, it's because my parents &amp;amp; sister keep giving my boys fun kitchen gadgets for their Birthdays and I am totally running out of room in my very own kitchen for my very own much needed kitchen stuff!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far we have:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milk Shake Maker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slushy Maker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice Cream Maker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot Dog Maker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pop Corn Popper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please do not think that I am an unappreciative person, that is not it at all...but honestly people, I've lost an entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;counter top&lt;/span&gt;!!!! LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-5358084461096674604?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5358084461096674604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=5358084461096674604' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5358084461096674604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/5358084461096674604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohhh-i-already-know-what-i-want-for.html' title='OHHH I already know what I want for Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-377651042494292700</id><published>2008-08-30T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:14:35.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power is my topic today. I'm talking about the power that travels to peoples heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, people that VOLUNTEER at schools, or at ball fields. You know, the board members. I am not aware of any of these people having any REAL power, I mean, does the President of The United States call these people for help with the war in Iraq? Are they drawing a large paycheck for their VOLUNTEER work? I know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PFA&lt;/span&gt; board that I am on has yet to cut me a check, nor do I expect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as tho the people that I have come across that have a title, such as Park President, or whatever, seem to think that THEY rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go so far as to say that they think they are right in line after God Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with the power trips these people get on? What are they missing in their lives that they NEED a title? What happened to just having Dad, or Mom as a title and that being enough? I'm very happy just being Reese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; Mom, Randy's Wife, Steve &amp;amp; Sandi's Daughter, no need to slap any other title behind my name, I'm good. Is it just me? Am I weak? Do I not need power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get so angry after spending so many hours of my time volunteering for the sake of my children, as well as other peoples children, and you think other people are in it for the same reasons...THE KIDS...and come to find out, it's all about POWER and a TITLE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-377651042494292700?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/377651042494292700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=377651042494292700' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/377651042494292700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/377651042494292700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/power.html' title='POWER'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7999856967722887254</id><published>2008-08-29T06:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:06:53.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iraq'/><title type='text'>I'm a little, I don't know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the word is.  Angry? Confused? Oh I don't know.  I just know that I am a giving person, sometimes a little to giving, but hey, that's me, and like it or not, that is how I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I need to do something for one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; teachers, who is also one of Reese's former teachers.  Today is her last day of school.  Why?  She is going to Iraq, she has been called to active duty.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we doing for her as a school?  Nothing.  I know school just started back.  I know we missed a couple of days last week, and that honestly did throw us off a touch.  But come on, this woman is going to IRAQ...she is fighting for OUR country, can't we do a little something for her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stopped in the office yesterday, the staff is doing a little something right after school for her.  Great.  What can the kids do?  It's Friday.  The last day now.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is going to start a blog, to keep up with the kids, as well as them keeping up with her.  And I do know some parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; haven't even thought that that would be necessary as they just started with her, but really, a lot of us know her from her teaching our older kids, and our school is a relatively small school, so really, everybody knows everybody, so why aren't we doing anything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ARRRGGGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.....so I'm trying to come up with something, to at least let her know the boys and I are thinking about her and appreciate what she is doing for our country!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7999856967722887254?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7999856967722887254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7999856967722887254' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7999856967722887254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7999856967722887254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/o.html' title='I&apos;m a little, I don&apos;t know....'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-480242318618000665</id><published>2008-08-28T05:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:05:01.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>I've started walking again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A smart friend of mine, yes I have some of those, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; , was telling me about how she started running. I want to start running so bad. Don't ask me why. I've always wanted to run in our local River Run here. It is just something I've ALWAYS wanted to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she told me that she started walking on River Rd, which is very near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; school. It's like a hidden treasure, man, why didn't I think of that? Uh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I rely on my smart friends for stuff like that, duh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; It is a road that runs along the side of the St. John's River...man, oh man, nothing but a beautiful view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I didn't know where to park, and was running out of time, I want to start doing this daily, when I do not have anything else going on, but I walked 1.11 miles. Yesterday I found a parking place, and walked from one end to the other...and back again! 2.77 miles! Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moly&lt;/span&gt; I was wiped out, I had blisters forming, but I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for it again today! I just need to find a way to change all of the songs on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, somehow mine has synced in with the kids, and uh...I can only handle so much uh, of their musical (?) choices, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-480242318618000665?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/480242318618000665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=480242318618000665' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/480242318618000665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/480242318618000665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-started-walking-again.html' title='I&apos;ve started walking again!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-3652505152622834683</id><published>2008-08-27T09:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:37:28.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Turns out Bird Poo IS good luck:)</title><content type='html'>Mrs4444 over at &lt;a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/"&gt;Half-Past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kissin&lt;/span&gt;' Time &lt;/a&gt;has given me an award! Not sure if it was a bird poo pity award, or I really got lucky, I'm just going with the good luck thing, since I usually have crappy luck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SUPERDEDUPER&lt;/span&gt; excited about it, it made my morning, no wait...my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLVWU7P9qBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iRAS04LYr7U/s1600-h/I_love_your_blog_award.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239188659017459730" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLVWU7P9qBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iRAS04LYr7U/s320/I_love_your_blog_award.png" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rules are that I must share the love, basically...so with that being said, I'm sharing the love right here, right now...drum roll please....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who is looking for her Angels, over at &lt;a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Where are My Angels&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  She is just plain great!  Love her!  Head over there, you will too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always, Lori, at &lt;a href="http://garbledgab.blogspot.com/"&gt;Garbled Gab&lt;/a&gt;, why?  Because I flat out love this woman.  No, not in that way, but in the way that I look up to her, she makes me laugh, she knows when to laugh at me, and well...she makes beautiful kids, so there! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RphMommy&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://fillmysubscription.blogspot.com/http://fillmysubscription.blogspot.com/http://fillmysubscription.blogspot.com/http://fillmysubscription.blogspot.com/http://fillmysubscription.blogspot.com/"&gt;Can I Get My Subscription Filled&lt;/a&gt;, is FREAKING hilarious people...really, it will honestly scare you after reading what this poor pharmacist has to deal with on a daily basis....yes, people, there are seriously people walking free in the world that do and say the things she talks about, SCARY...very SCARY, but yet funny at the same time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-3652505152622834683?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3652505152622834683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=3652505152622834683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3652505152622834683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/3652505152622834683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/turns-out-bird-poo-is-good-luck.html' title='Turns out Bird Poo IS good luck:)'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLVWU7P9qBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iRAS04LYr7U/s72-c/I_love_your_blog_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-468726539050813647</id><published>2008-08-26T05:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:56:41.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Bird Poo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me, who all has heard that if a bird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poo's&lt;/span&gt; on you, it's good luck?  Where did I hear this?  Why is that in my head? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey's&lt;/span&gt; football practice, I was sitting with some other parents, and we were partially under a tree, which I will never partially sit under again, for the record.  And this little bird kept flying by us, I'm not a bird fan by any means.  But this one was very interesting, it almost blended in with the leaves, it was small, reminded me of a finch, but are they greenish/yellow?  Anyway, it would jump &amp;amp; fly from limb to branch then fly by our heads, very odd like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then a friend, or let's say an enemy now *evil laugh* looked up at the bird and this is the honest truth....simply said "SHIT" right when it was above me on a branch....NO LIE PEOPLE...the bird pooped on command~ON MY SHIRT!  I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or run far far away....apparently this guy, whom I've known now for going on four years (our boys have played together that long) has some amazing powers over the animals, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So please tell me today is going to be FULL of good luck, right????  If so....give me your lottery numbers, I'm on my way to the store, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-468726539050813647?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/468726539050813647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=468726539050813647' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/468726539050813647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/468726539050813647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/bird-poo.html' title='Bird Poo!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6424824153545543625</id><published>2008-08-25T05:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:43:48.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fay'/><title type='text'>Back to REAL LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I handle it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  The kids had last Thursday &amp;amp; Friday off, thanks to that uninvited guest, Fay.  Yes, I wanted to take those two extra days off, I like to NOT have to run all over God's creation, unless of course it's MY idea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now it feels like last Monday all over again, starting school fresh again.  The kids probably do not feel that way, but I sure do.  It's like I need to get back into some sort of a routine.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So wish me luck, and I sure hope I end up at the right place at the right time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-6424824153545543625?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6424824153545543625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6424824153545543625' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6424824153545543625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6424824153545543625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-real-life.html' title='Back to REAL LIFE!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-6503119801011691467</id><published>2008-08-23T09:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:37:40.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dad and my son, Reese, share the same Birthday. I've always joked that I could never top that gift, nor will I try (as I am not having anymore kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). But I didn't bring up Dad's Birthday yesterday because it was Reese's BIG 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! I kinda felt he deserved the day to himself, don't worry I did call my Dad to wish him Happy Birthday tho! And we will all get together, the whole family, as we do for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday and go to dinner and pass out gifts! We just have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coordinate&lt;/span&gt; that with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; schedules.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway...I just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God took the strength of a mountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The majesty of a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The warmth of a summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.fatherville.com/#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The calm of a quiet sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.fatherville.com/#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; soul of nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The comforting arm of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The wisdom of the ages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The power of the eagle's flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The joy of a morning in spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The faith of a mustard seed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The patience of eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The depth of a family need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then God combined these qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When there was nothing more to add,He knew His masterpiece was complete,And so, He called it ... "DAD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237705958576294146" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="376" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-6503119801011691467?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6503119801011691467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=6503119801011691467' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6503119801011691467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/6503119801011691467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dad!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SLAR0ZrjCQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cQ78iWLg6fI/s72-c/DSC_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-805127117518922525</id><published>2008-08-22T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:45:02.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reese'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Reese!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7CPz4-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0RueOfp3UJw/s1600-h/babyreeseC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237336993561505170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7CPz4-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0RueOfp3UJw/s320/babyreeseC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7CQNbHRRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VGYGTpye5yY/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237337000415544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7CQNbHRRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VGYGTpye5yY/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Happy 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, Reese!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe he's now a *gasp* teenager!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This sweet child told me last night that he can't wait until today, that he was going to be a teenager and that it was going to make me cry! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah, feel the love here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-805127117518922525?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/805127117518922525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=805127117518922525' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/805127117518922525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/805127117518922525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-reese.html' title='Happy Birthday, Reese!!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7CPz4-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0RueOfp3UJw/s72-c/babyreeseC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-7136771466124396571</id><published>2008-08-22T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:35:58.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Foto Finish Fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fay'/><title type='text'>Friday's Foto Finish Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7AeW_P8FI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AV3slAzuCVE/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237335044477939794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7AeW_P8FI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AV3slAzuCVE/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7Aemeh4UI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NLf4fYJRAeo/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237335048635670850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7Aemeh4UI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NLf4fYJRAeo/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;FAY....'nuff said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5615077478136142947-7136771466124396571?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7136771466124396571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=7136771466124396571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7136771466124396571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/7136771466124396571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/fridays-foto-finish-fiesta_22.html' title='Friday&apos;s Foto Finish Fiesta'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SK7AeW_P8FI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AV3slAzuCVE/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615077478136142947.post-4043071511375114457</id><published>2008-08-19T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:19:43.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricane'/><title type='text'>Unwanted Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SKt-J8i-m9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LYZzAyDc3sQ/s1600-h/th_hurricane24a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236417701085092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SKt-J8i-m9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LYZzAyDc3sQ/s400/th_hurricane24a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, looks like we are getting an unwanted guest here soon.  &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/newscenter/hurricanecentral/update/index.html?from=hp_news"&gt;Fay&lt;/a&gt;.  Who is Fay you ask?  Fay is growing right now as I type...she is growing into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Category&lt;/span&gt; 1, Hurricane.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have enough hurricane action in my house people, also known as kids....I gave birth to those hurricanes, they have to stay.  I didn't give birth to this *FAY*....so I just have to say this:  FAY FAY GO AWAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yeah well, I've never been into poetry, so enjoy that little bit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ONLY good thing that could come from this is that we wouldn't have school, or football practice, therefore I could save gas money and get to stay home, but really, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Fay was just a tropical storm, that sounded all good...but now that she is growing well, I think school &amp;amp; football practice sounds way better, you know!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5615077478136142947-4043071511375114457?l=kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4043071511375114457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5615077478136142947&amp;postID=4043071511375114457' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4043071511375114457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615077478136142947/posts/default/4043071511375114457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/unwanted-guest.html' title='Unwanted Guest'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777422779824696704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SMRg7ljkMyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DpS8e0UndWo/S220/DSC_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zXalP3vEgG8/SKt-J8i-m9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LYZzAyDc3sQ/s72-c/th_hurricane24a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
