<?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-317891504261010476</id><updated>2012-03-17T15:48:24.854-05:00</updated><category term='Parents'/><category term='The Rules'/><category term='Bill Cosby'/><category term='organization'/><category term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Its Not About Justice, Its About Silence</title><subtitle type='html'>Learning through life. A collection of yummy stuff, thoughts, and goals.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-4968821507463636541</id><published>2012-02-07T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:32:51.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Churro Chex Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright I have missed A LOT of time with blogging.&amp;nbsp; And it has been on my mind A LOT to get back into it....but seriously, I need to add about 4 hours to most of my days to have the time.&amp;nbsp; But today I absolutely had to share this recipe.&amp;nbsp; I was inspired by a recipe on Pinterest (My newest, most favorite addiction.&amp;nbsp; I just wish the mobile app worked better.) for churro style chex mix.&amp;nbsp; The recipe and post was some what incomplete, after several Google searches I didn't come up with anything and I started experimenting.&amp;nbsp; This makes an amazing batch of cinnamon and sugar style chex mix that is all covered in powered sugar yummy-ness!&amp;nbsp; I am going to DARE you right now, to stop eating it before its all gone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Start with boxes of whatever style of unflavored cereal you prefer.&amp;nbsp; I went corn chex, crispix, and cheerios.&amp;nbsp; The generic version anyways.&amp;nbsp; Because lets face it, its really only a mode of transportation anyhow.&amp;nbsp; (You could also go with only corn chex, if you'd like to remove that source of gluten). Add the cereal to the biggest mixing bowl you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4BDoRGMP3U/TzF3BsJI5NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A6uhU72FU2I/s1600/IMG_8492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4BDoRGMP3U/TzF3BsJI5NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A6uhU72FU2I/s320/IMG_8492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then melt together cinnamon chips, butter, and peanut butter&amp;nbsp;(Not yet added in this picture) in the microwave.&amp;nbsp; It took about 1 minute in mine.&amp;nbsp;I tried it without the peanut butter and it is absolutely vital to use.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise the chips/butter combo was lumpy and didn't spread well over the cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWirQXrPgEE/TzF3ZLs8IxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-8faTI0wyik/s1600/IMG_8493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWirQXrPgEE/TzF3ZLs8IxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-8faTI0wyik/s320/IMG_8493.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once its melted and mixed together, add a teaspoon of vanilla and mix well.&amp;nbsp; Then poor all over your cereals and mix that baby up!!!&amp;nbsp; Two big spoons or spatulas work great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBhP5otVJyw/TzF3-WxwkyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BZtt646gm0I/s1600/IMG_8495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBhP5otVJyw/TzF3-WxwkyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BZtt646gm0I/s320/IMG_8495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the cereal is well coated, sprinkle, ok douse, your cereal in a combo of powdered sugar, evaporated cane juice, and cinnamon.&amp;nbsp; Mix well and spread out on waxed paper to cool.&amp;nbsp; Store in an airtight container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6-Slozr418/TzF4eEM3KAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mZR0taMQ0Hc/s1600/IMG_8496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6-Slozr418/TzF4eEM3KAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mZR0taMQ0Hc/s320/IMG_8496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mix-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 cups of cereal (your choice)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cinnamon chips&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topping-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup evaporated cane juice (or granulated sugar)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-4968821507463636541?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4968821507463636541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2012/02/churro-chex-mix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4968821507463636541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4968821507463636541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2012/02/churro-chex-mix.html' title='Churro Chex Mix'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4BDoRGMP3U/TzF3BsJI5NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A6uhU72FU2I/s72-c/IMG_8492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-4460515510768225075</id><published>2011-08-23T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:42:47.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuc9cnX6oxQ/TlO2QkX_YQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6iOL17gDzbY/s1600/IMG_8252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644055153783824642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuc9cnX6oxQ/TlO2QkX_YQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6iOL17gDzbY/s320/IMG_8252.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY SPECIAL AGENT M!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The above picture is of him seeing his new Transformers Bumble Bee bike-cycle (Thats how he says it.) He was BEYOND thrilled. I can hardly believe its been 4 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEUNgorl6k/TlO2QLdXJMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WFfqYPK0KtM/s1600/IMG_8253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644055147095467202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEUNgorl6k/TlO2QLdXJMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WFfqYPK0KtM/s320/IMG_8253.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;Checking out his matching helmet. Of course, its not quite big enough....yay for having a large head. But, its protection!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSXencX7u4A/TlO2PTmqoJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZNptdWUjjgo/s1600/IMG_8255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644055132102107282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSXencX7u4A/TlO2PTmqoJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZNptdWUjjgo/s320/IMG_8255.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;Daddy is showing him the ropes of pedaling FORWARD and not being able to roll the pedal backwards as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gBqc1nJsuM/TlO2Op_Dh7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HW02E9ERPLI/s1600/IMG_8256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644055120930113458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gBqc1nJsuM/TlO2Op_Dh7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HW02E9ERPLI/s320/IMG_8256.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Look at me!!! He's so sweet. Simply the light of my day! He may be crazy active and slightly definat but he is ever grateful and always ready with a hug or a smooch. And the twinkle in his eye and his ever sweet smile gets him out of trouble more often than it should! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvNfjyCr1t0/TlO2OHrNRQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qjamqUi0Ums/s1600/IMG_8257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644055111720060162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvNfjyCr1t0/TlO2OHrNRQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qjamqUi0Ums/s320/IMG_8257.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I was so impatient for this little sweetie to get here that I couldnt even wait until his due date to ask my OB to induce my labor. Probably the stupidest thing I've ever decided to do. (Ok, not the stupidest but in relation to childbirth). I was in labor for what seemed like forever and was threatened with a c-section after 24 hours. His deadline for a c-section was 10:00 am. He was born at 9:58. That's the story of his life.... &amp;lt;3 this child!!!&lt;/span&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/317891504261010476-4460515510768225075?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4460515510768225075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-4th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4460515510768225075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4460515510768225075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-4th-birthday.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday!!'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuc9cnX6oxQ/TlO2QkX_YQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6iOL17gDzbY/s72-c/IMG_8252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-5143874351000869759</id><published>2011-08-17T09:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:57:05.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day, Marked off the Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyM1SeUJL6M/TkvY-nqeTnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1-zZskw7KME/s1600/IMG_8203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641841528522296946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyM1SeUJL6M/TkvY-nqeTnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1-zZskw7KME/s320/IMG_8203.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader. I can hardly believe that he will be a teenager this year. I am also super thankful, once again, for our kids' amazing school that is allowing us to keep him home on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. For the record, he is ALREADY finished with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; goals. And its 10 am. He was already working when I got back from taking the other kids to school. That makes a Moms heart super proud. Now, to figure out which literature book to start with. And let him in on that he will be doing a daily journal entry. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4jA6QUqxz4/TkvY9-1Y_jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BI-1BP2DnQA/s1600/IMG_8204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641841517562232370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4jA6QUqxz4/TkvY9-1Y_jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BI-1BP2DnQA/s320/IMG_8204.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is she too fabulous for words or what?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HHE7DRyqtU/TkvY9VA0C-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/g39zesdzJrU/s1600/IMG_8206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641841506335853538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HHE7DRyqtU/TkvY9VA0C-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/g39zesdzJrU/s320/IMG_8206.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pretty little third grader. She was SO MAD that she had to wear a plaid skirt today. Oh well, the new ones will be here Monday. She will probably survive. Most likely, anyways. Probably might be too optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWa0E7SfunI/TkvY846ZzLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BxhI-Bbmryc/s1600/IMG_8211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641841498792774834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWa0E7SfunI/TkvY846ZzLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BxhI-Bbmryc/s320/IMG_8211.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aw, I love this angle on her. She looks like her mother. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZdmYUjdXx4/TkvY8cslh_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/muW5VTZWAlU/s1600/IMG_8223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641841491218630642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZdmYUjdXx4/TkvY8cslh_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/muW5VTZWAlU/s320/IMG_8223.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J of course needed to get in on the action. This is after school and the heat of PE class really brought out her freckles that she gathered this summer. I think&amp;nbsp;Mo and I really hit an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; time in our relationship development this summer. She had a LOT of attitude (and by a lot I mean enough to fill the grand canyon!) but she also became my little shadow, going everywhere with me. She often used the excuse that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to stay with "grumpy daddy" but I think she really wanted to be with me. I love it. Since she is my only daughter and all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqCYGXo-EKU/TkvUMYoLKxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dr_GEI3UyAk/s1600/IMG_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641836267446151954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqCYGXo-EKU/TkvUMYoLKxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dr_GEI3UyAk/s320/IMG_8227.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J, but ONLY because he is so blasted cute. Not that I am biased but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WOWZA&lt;/span&gt;! He was trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to get into the garage. I am pretty sure he was bored to tears without the older kids yesterday and today he seems like he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do with himself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H66NAtVudAI/TkvULwg_TFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nsaZQv6JwuI/s1600/IMG_8239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641836256678595666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H66NAtVudAI/TkvULwg_TFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nsaZQv6JwuI/s320/IMG_8239.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This morning was Special Agent M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; first day of preschool (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year though). Here he is, flashing a gang sign of some sort I assume. Its a secret first day of preschool gang I guess. He was too nervous/excited to eat breakfast and barely drank his coveted chocolate milk with syrup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFHFS9rbn44/TkvULJGQdnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xtv23KuZnMU/s1600/IMG_8244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641836246097491570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFHFS9rbn44/TkvULJGQdnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xtv23KuZnMU/s320/IMG_8244.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you read the expression of love on his face? I can, and it says, "WHAT IS SHE DOING?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37azCJTXnyY/TkvUKrf34II/AAAAAAAAAE4/8HNl2eWtSAM/s1600/IMG_8247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641836238151868546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37azCJTXnyY/TkvUKrf34II/AAAAAAAAAE4/8HNl2eWtSAM/s320/IMG_8247.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heading into school with his lunch, his backpack, and his Mickey Mouse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt;. He was beyond ready. He bailed out of the car and was running into the school. He could hardly wait for everyone else to get out of the van! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOlgkj6DLqs/TkvUKDGuITI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EE92K0tkBq0/s1600/IMG_8250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641836227308953906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOlgkj6DLqs/TkvUKDGuITI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EE92K0tkBq0/s320/IMG_8250.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "This is my&amp;nbsp;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;hook, Mommy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as I have time for my delicious breakfast and coffee (which J ate and drank most of, he is destined to love coffee), and time for REAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, not phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, and a chance to get back into blogging, time for housework, and sewing....I am wishing that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt; have time!! I have really love having the kids home this summer. We spent lots of time outside and at the pools and lake! It was a blast and it went by WAY TOO QUICKLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Just because I have TIME for housework, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; necessarily mean I will actually DO any housework. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-5143874351000869759?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/5143874351000869759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-marked-off-calendar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/5143874351000869759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/5143874351000869759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-marked-off-calendar.html' title='First Day, Marked off the Calendar'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyM1SeUJL6M/TkvY-nqeTnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1-zZskw7KME/s72-c/IMG_8203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-4906130446741553805</id><published>2011-08-15T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:54:14.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that TOMORROW is the first day back at school. It came so quickly... I've had in my mind that school started on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; since before school got out last year! So finding out on Sunday that it actually started on the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; totally threw me through a loop!! It made me feel like I'm not emotionally ready for them to go back! They all have all their supplies, and MOST of their uniforms. I had to reorder Mo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; skirts for this year. The size I ordered apparently is grossly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-sized. That is so frustrating. I even went by waist measurements and the button was not going to button by several inches!!!! I am however, very thankful for the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ACS&lt;/span&gt; switched to navy blue skirts this year. The plaid is very cute but SO EXPENSIVE! I much prefer spending $50 on 5 skirts, than $50 on ONE skirt. :) So, that makes me a happy Momma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my original point.&amp;nbsp;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;is READY to go back. And I am ready for him to go back. He's starting to really be in need of some structure in his daily routine....I can tell by how active he has been!&amp;nbsp;Teetoe and Mo, I'm not so ready for. They are both at an age where they are my comrades around the house. They give me someone to talk to, someone who can help me, someone to watch the baby while I pee. It will be so lonely around the house without them all day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;Teetoe will be home on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fridays&lt;/span&gt;. We are going to try out part time homeschooling this year. I'm am really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; excited. We have lots planned! And so quiet. In some ways I crave the quiet. The days when I can relax for 5 minutes and get the house clean. But in other ways, we thrive on the chaos that is our lives. The whims that are my crazy mind and all the stuff in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited at the idea of having time to get back into sewing and paper crafting. At least during nap times. I'd love to have a sitter for one day during the week for J, but I'm not sure how reasonable that is for me right now. Or for him. He is a complete Mommas boy. Just&amp;nbsp;the few hours away from me while I go to bible study are pretty stressful for him. I suppose, as always, it will get better! :)&amp;nbsp;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;did. As did Mo. And Teetoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; is in bed now. Resting their little heads. With clean hair and full tummies. And back packs ready to go for tomorrow. Except Mikey. He will be sad. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; start until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though, one day for Mommy to have as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; day will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-4906130446741553805?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4906130446741553805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4906130446741553805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4906130446741553805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-56821118680288922</id><published>2011-06-09T18:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:25:10.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Put it Down, Put it AWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Todays&lt;/span&gt; title has been my mantra....it only takes three weeks to break or form a habit, right?! This is a HUGE lifestyle change for me....I've also added, "Don't walk past it". Its going really well and I feel super good about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually completed my next task before I even knew I was supposed to! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; awesome. I was supposed to make a list of three friends or family members that I could discuss my progress and problem areas with....and, well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; you all. So, thanks!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is to write a list of three things I would LOVE to have more time for...you know, if the "have-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to's&lt;/span&gt;" are taken care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. Spend more time PLAYING with and DISCOVERING with my children. Projects, goof-offs, trips, learning, research, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. Reading. Both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recreationally&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;devotionally&lt;/span&gt;. I LOVE to do both and have zero time or energy for either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. This was a tie....I was going to try to choose but I can't. SO, 3a is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Digitally&lt;/span&gt; or on paper, it doesn't matter to me. To document all the fun things I would do with my kids! And 3b is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couponing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing more fun than clipping, organizing, and finding great deals with them! I love when ALL my stacks are clipped and in their proper place. Plus, I'm working on a birthday project related to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couponing&lt;/span&gt;, that needs to get done!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, those are my three goals to have time for. My three motivators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;I super appreciate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; suggestions on my calendar issues. I purchased a "Moms Plan-It" calendar today. I've used one before with pretty decent success but haven't purchased one for the past couple of years. It is already posted on the fridge and labeled with each persons name and has all the events I could think of on it. Including when paperwork and payments are due! :) That makes me happy. I will also be retrieving my birthday calendar from the basement and hanging it right next to it! Also, I have entered a daily reminder into my phone calendar to coordinate my purse calendar and my fridge calendar and any other calendars that need to be on our central one. It takes three weeks to establish a new **healthy** habit. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another great task I accomplished was getting my jewelry box organized. My mom brought over an old tack board and inspiration hit. I hung it behind my bedroom door and untangled ALL my necklaces and hung them up in an orderly fashion. It should be super simple to maintain, seeing as how all I have to do is rehang it where it was when I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This road to organization is an exciting one. I can't wait until the whole house is in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A side benefit of mindfully not wasting time is that I got our angle bay windows trim and window seat painted yesterday!! Something I've wanted to do for the last FIVE YEARS! Awesome. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-56821118680288922?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/56821118680288922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-put-it-down-put-it-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/56821118680288922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/56821118680288922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-put-it-down-put-it-away.html' title='Don&apos;t Put it Down, Put it AWAY!'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-9135570490523272227</id><published>2011-06-08T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:21:34.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes to be Made</title><content type='html'>So in my last post I talked about what THREE areas of my life are the MOST frustrating. I must admit I had planned to post again the very next day and was committed to sticking with the reading plan for the online study of this book. It SO hasn't happened. I could give you 100 excuses but that's all they'd be. It's so typical of me. SO something I want to change about myself. SO FRUSTRATING! My husband must cringe every time I say I want to do something that takes more than a one week time commitment. School, Bible Studies, Organization, Diet and Exercise plans. My follow through is just NOT there. Ever. It makes me sad....HOWEVER I am working on it. Famous last words right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, despite that I haven't read any further, I have been keeping up with the postings for the study and have learned a lot through that. This whole time I have been sssllloooowwwllllyyyy working on organization within my house. I have worked through our game cabinet, my "desk" area, and my pantry. (Which is now brimming with stockpile items, thanks to my couponing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focus goal from last time was to come up with quick solutions that could make a change towards being more organized in the three frustrating areas. Those areas are time management/calendar tracking, laundry, housekeeping. One of the topic suggestions that I read may have changed my life forever...I even wrote it on our kitchen whiteboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT SET IT DOWN, PUT IT AWAY. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the story of my life. I fold laundry and set it on the couch. I walk in the house and place whatever I'm carrying on the kitchen island or dining room table (where it usually ends up staying). I sort laundry on my bed and it ends up heaped in a basket again because I get distracted and forget about it until its bedtime. So we have been practicing this...not walking by things on the floor, not setting stuff down, not leaving the laundry sit (still working on this), picking up dishes when I leave the room, and all the while, trying to teach everyone else to make the same changes. This is the solution to #2 and #3. But not #1. I have no clue what to do when it comes to a calendar. I have tried Google calendar. I forget to program things in. Or Nick does. Ive tried a written calendar "big style" on the fridge. Once again, things don't get written down. I tried a carry size that can lay on the island or go with me. Once again, same problem. I tried programming it all into my phone, same problem. **SIGH** Anyone noticing a pattern. Maybe I need HJ for my lack of motivation and follow through. But it seems the root of my problem has been identified. As stated at the very beginning of this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any suggestions?? How do YOU keep track of everything going on?? I need to figure this out soon....before I have FOUR kids with plans and not just two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-9135570490523272227?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/9135570490523272227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/06/changes-to-be-made.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/9135570490523272227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/9135570490523272227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/06/changes-to-be-made.html' title='Changes to be Made'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-2476475497034841130</id><published>2011-05-30T08:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:20:20.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Turning My Life Into an Organized One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-My7AiCTN6rY/TeOh_51d1_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/4XcqFN-2Qj0/s1600/0037475_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612507679862675442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-My7AiCTN6rY/TeOh_51d1_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/4XcqFN-2Qj0/s320/0037475_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started reading this book. I found out about it through Facebook....its actually and Internet wide group of women (or mostly women) who are participating in a "book study". Starting June 1st we will be meeting on the fan page for Karen Ehman and discussing different points and questions about the first 4 chapters of the book. So, I've decided to also blog about it. It gives me a chance to actually do the suggested work and gives you a chance to help me become more organized. With my friend CM's help my thought processes have become much more organized but my home and life and still somewhat of a disaster. I'm not looking for or expecting a 100% turn around in how we live our lives (though my husband would probably appreciate it) but looking to continue taking baby steps towards living an organized and PREPARED life. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today's task is to look at what 3 areas in my life are the most frustrating. She says not to think to hard....just to pick the first 3 that pop into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1-Time Management/Calendar Planning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2- Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3- Basic Housekeeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to describe how I currently operate in each area by answering three questions about each area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What are you currently doing (or not doing)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What are the results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How is this frustrating you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Area #1 (Time/Calendar Management)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I currently program some items into my phone, and write some items on the calendar, and try to remember some items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The results are that I am almost always double booking myself and my family, forgetting things that the kids (mostly Kristo) have to do, and am running behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It frustrates me because it shouldn't be hard to put all info in one place and check it daily and plan accordingly. I do plan a weekly menu around what is going on each day....but when I do not check the calendar (or menu) in the morning...I forget about it all and sometimes food doesn't get thawed and plans get forgotten until the last minute, costing us money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Area #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I currently do laundry when I feel like it. Or remember to. Or can no longer walk over or around the heaps of dirtyness. And I only periodically put away my clothes and the little boys clothes. Nick and the older kids are in charge of putting their own away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The result is that we can never find clothing that we want. Its either clean and stacked in a pile or still in the dirty clothes....or has been left in the washing machine and need rewashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Its frustrating because I am training my children to do the same thing. I find the clean clothes that I give them wadded up in piles or shoved in corners...forgotten and now in need of being rewashed. We also tend to feel like we don't "have ANY clothing to wear" because we can't find it. I have been doing it long enough that now Nick has started just leaving his clean clothes in a pile too. I feel terribly guilty for being a bad influence on him in that area!! This area also costs us money in water and laundry products due to multiple rewashings of loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Area #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm not sure I am actually operating in this area at this time....its all or nothing for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The results are that I find myself apologizing for my disaster anytime someone unexpectedly comes over. I am embarrassed and don't invite people over as often as I'd like to. I turn into "stormin norman" when I DO need to power clean the house for company. I am not a nice Mommy or Wife during this time frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It frustrates me because I waste a lot of time that could be spent cleaning up or organizing, just sitting around, doing nothing fun with my kids or productive. It also hinders other areas of my life because stuff is in the way of what I need to do. I know how good I feel when it IS clean and I want that feeling all the time. I also do not enjoy making my mess my familys problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next task is to look over what I have just written and mark down any obvious changes that can be easily made. I will be thinking over what I have revealed to myself (and you!) and make this my next post....I know you'll be waiting with baited breath....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/317891504261010476-2476475497034841130?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2476475497034841130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/05/turning-my-life-into-organized-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/2476475497034841130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/2476475497034841130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/05/turning-my-life-into-organized-one.html' title='Turning My Life Into an Organized One'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-My7AiCTN6rY/TeOh_51d1_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/4XcqFN-2Qj0/s72-c/0037475_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-1217773224778081198</id><published>2011-05-10T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:18:00.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The daily stuff</title><content type='html'>So last night I was really feeling down. About just about everything. Sometimes I begin to feel like my friends only tolerate me, my acquaintances don't really like me, the neighbors wish we'd move away (ok, they probably REALLY do, long grass and broken fences aside). I really dislike being inside my own mind sometimes! Its like PLEASE STOP DOING THIS TO ME! I posted on Facebook and received words of encouragement and thoughts from lots of people who could relate....its nice to see your not alone in your struggles. It often feels like you are. Then it makes me sad that so many of us struggle with the enemies ruthless plots. It seems not fair. Makes me want to go back in time and take some duct tape with me and tape Eve to a tree with her mouth shut!!! Like I said, not fair. I think having a baby nursling has made me feel a little more alienated too...seems like no matter what we/I do, I'm always missing part of things or having to leave early because he is with us. Then I start to feel rude or like I don't want to be with people when in all truth I DO! But my commitment to nursing takes precedence....and in the scheme of life 18ish months isn't that big of a deal and is totally worth the sacrifice. Besides that, Jacob would NOT take well to being weaned right now. Ok, this has been a totally random post...just venting. The sunshine and morning light has brought new perspective, less discouragement, and clothes on the clothesline....which makes everything better. :) Have a blessed day my peeps. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-1217773224778081198?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1217773224778081198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/05/daily-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/1217773224778081198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/1217773224778081198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/05/daily-stuff.html' title='The daily stuff'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-7653367705928401056</id><published>2011-04-14T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:51:11.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Back-Up Plan</title><content type='html'>So I am about to have a major anxiety attack this morning!! AHH!! Ok, not really, I'm trying to be faithful and believe. AHHHHH!!!! As we are approaching the end of the school year, its time to decide if we will register&amp;nbsp;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;for preschool next year or not. Slots are almost full and if we don't get on it NOW, chances are they will probably be full. HOWEVER, registering him is absolutely forming a back-up plan, in case God doesn't come through (which He always does). I have discovered that I have an innate ability to forget everything I heard at church, especially when I feel like maybe I got called out on something. Reading TS's blog has really challenged me (because isn't that what we do at the Vineyard?? We are either challenged or impacted. LOL) to work on NOT having a back-up plan. Just having that on my mind has made me really realize how LARGE of a back up plan I really have. I use the phrase, "if we don't go" probably 100 times a day. Nick and I sincerely believe God wants us to help with the Peoria plant and that we WILL be going. But with no actions showing us that we are.....we have started formulating. Plans, lots of them. With the house, with the business, with school, and the kids....in fact, if we DON'T go everything in our lives has been decided. That is SO sad. Be faithful. HAVE faith. I'm 100% sure ALL my actions have shown neither of those statements. This morning, I filled out the paperwork to register&amp;nbsp;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;for preschool next year (already marking Tuesday/Thursday because I planned to partially homeschool next year with the other kids.), asked&amp;nbsp;Mo to run it back to Mrs. Rhoades and started looking for the checkbook, so I could write a check for the registration fee. Which I couldn't find. Even though I always keep it in the same place. Weird. The filled out registration paper is still sitting on the table. No back-up plan in place....I am NOT registering him for school next year. Jesus help me. To the faithful You show Yourself faithful; To those with integrity, You show integrity. Psalm 18:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-7653367705928401056?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/7653367705928401056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-back-up-plan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/7653367705928401056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/7653367705928401056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-back-up-plan.html' title='No Back-Up Plan'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-6285317306839180042</id><published>2011-03-24T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:16:52.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - A Picture of my Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1svhp10Gcs/TYt6AKHBCnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DDoN8wnKzH4/s1600/bff4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587693905815603826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1svhp10Gcs/TYt6AKHBCnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DDoN8wnKzH4/s320/bff4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First off I have totally had blog ADD.  Not sure why but I totally forgot about it.  Oops. So today I am supposed to post my favorite picture of my BFF.  But see, thats hard because I have many BFF's.  Ya, I'm just popular like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;Pictured above is me and my BFF ;) Ang.  I looks super imposed amoungst the tan people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU3CmXTN53o/TYt5_5fwf8I/AAAAAAAAADo/rbCja_b8-kc/s1600/bff3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587693901355974594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU3CmXTN53o/TYt5_5fwf8I/AAAAAAAAADo/rbCja_b8-kc/s320/bff3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my BFFEL, Doreen.  We are upside down.  And your jealous you didnt think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqmycdl7Bfw/TYt3n9E_yfI/AAAAAAAAADY/3LHlQropY8A/s1600/bff1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587691290977356274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqmycdl7Bfw/TYt3n9E_yfI/AAAAAAAAADY/3LHlQropY8A/s320/bff1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie Nick.  He puts up with SO much from me....that he MUST be listed as my BFF too.  My BFF, my lifemate, my love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1dfi7P-vhg/TYt3n3iO9HI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZtKaIz792i8/s1600/bff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587691289489372274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1dfi7P-vhg/TYt3n3iO9HI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZtKaIz792i8/s320/bff.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreen and I's backsides! Showing off our Anam Cara (soul friend) tattoos we had just gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had more pics but got frustrated with trying to get them in the right order...or getting them to load at all...so I'll throw out some mentions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanya, my brave BFF, Amy, my JOY-full BFF, Travis, my absent/busy BFF, Jessi, my FIRST BFF, Carolyn, my amazing BFF, Christy, my frugal BFF, Facebook, my social BFF (though sometimes he drives me to want to drink!), God, my saving BFF, Mindy, my always unexpected BFF, Abby, my HS BFF, Heather, my scrappin' BFF, Bailey, my little sister BFF, Kathy, my always generous BFF, Laura, my relateable BFF, and lastly but most importantly, Mom, my biological BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I missed some people...I really wanted to make sure that I listed everyone.  I am SO blessed with many wonderful people in my life.  BFF and just FF or just friends for a season.  Thank you all for being an amazing and growing part of my life.  At this point I can almost feel my roots bound up and pressing against the sides of my pot....just waiting to BURST out and shoot up in growth.  God has some amazing stuff planned for our lives very soon...I can feel it in the depths of me.  I am so looking forward to it.  And to taking my amazing friends along with me!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-6285317306839180042?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6285317306839180042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-picture-of-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/6285317306839180042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/6285317306839180042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-picture-of-my-best-friend.html' title='Day 9 - A Picture of my Best Friend'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1svhp10Gcs/TYt6AKHBCnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DDoN8wnKzH4/s72-c/bff4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-5501247850194304014</id><published>2011-03-18T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:30:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - A place I've traveled To</title><content type='html'>That makes this post easy.  See, I haven't traveled many places. Just the thought of traveling out of the country makes me itchy.  Except maybe to Canada or Amsterdam (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;).  But I have seen many beautiful places throughout the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one place I want to go FOREVER is Sea Grove Beach, Florida.  Beautiful beaches, upscale neighborhoods, wonderful shops, great people.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, pure perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnOqXRPV2-c/TYOT_W439FI/AAAAAAAAADI/RPPgN7SYJWA/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585470679554716754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnOqXRPV2-c/TYOT_W439FI/AAAAAAAAADI/RPPgN7SYJWA/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and Mikey on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK3nvu04gpE/TYOT_PLs6dI/AAAAAAAAADA/KfRZflhry3A/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585470677486201298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK3nvu04gpE/TYOT_PLs6dI/AAAAAAAAADA/KfRZflhry3A/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see this view EVERY SINGLE DAY of my life!!!! Just remembering it brings a sense of calm into my very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tizRlNxa2rc/TYOT-mzHesI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JoDFgxClCN0/s1600/Dallas-Texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585470666645666498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tizRlNxa2rc/TYOT-mzHesI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JoDFgxClCN0/s320/Dallas-Texas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, Texas.  A great city.  It has a huge gang problem.  But they didn't really bother us.  Well, it made me all anxious...but no one ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hassled&lt;/span&gt; us.  Gotta love Texas...I'm excited to someday see more of it.  Especially the Austin area.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXQ_FHuJ4CQ/TYOT-HZVTDI/AAAAAAAAACw/IqFInM6XKUs/s1600/DisneyCharacters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585470658216021042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXQ_FHuJ4CQ/TYOT-HZVTDI/AAAAAAAAACw/IqFInM6XKUs/s320/DisneyCharacters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney World.  Quite possibly the HOTTEST vacation we have ever taken.  Yuck.  We thought it would be SO fun to take Olivia for her 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  The bad part is her birthday is at the end of June.  Hot, with an almost 2 year old with us.  And everyone was sick.  Kristo, Nick, and Mikey all ran high fevers while we were there.  Olivia was sick before we left.  Lots of great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQRRskwniCU/TYOT9hCV-cI/AAAAAAAAACo/rXm-ar32DJw/s1600/Mount-Rushmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585470647919049154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQRRskwniCU/TYOT9hCV-cI/AAAAAAAAACo/rXm-ar32DJw/s320/Mount-Rushmore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt; Mount Rushmore.  My parents idea of a "great" family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; vacation.  I never want to go there again.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I do, but only to torture my children!!!!  We rode in the suburban with the windows down, the whole way.  I got hit in the head with a grasshopper.  Like I was a dang windshield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do also really like Arizona.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; place but probably too hot for me.  I'd love to see Yellowstone, California, Vail, Turks and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caicos&lt;/span&gt;.  So if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; like to take me....I wont say no!&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/317891504261010476-5501247850194304014?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/5501247850194304014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-place-ive-traveled-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/5501247850194304014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/5501247850194304014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-place-ive-traveled-to.html' title='Day 8 - A place I&apos;ve traveled To'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnOqXRPV2-c/TYOT_W439FI/AAAAAAAAADI/RPPgN7SYJWA/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-4436315024877722867</id><published>2011-03-17T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:46:09.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Favorite Movies</title><content type='html'>There is a problem here.  I'm not a huge fan of movies.  I HATE to sit that long.  Which would make you think that maybe I am a really active person.  Which I'm not.  Mostly, I suppose I hate to be FORCED to sit that long.  I fidget.  I get anxious.  I space out.  And lastly, I fall asleep.  Right now I see mostly kids movies.  I love many of them.  My husband makes fun of me for laughing or crying at them.  If I had to pick one.  My all time favorite movie is Pretty Woman.  I like Breakfast Club, Dazed and Confused, Date Night, Hangover, Baby Momma, Sweet Home Alabama, Transformers, Frank and Miri, anything Cheech and Chong.  Lots other probably...too many to think of.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-4436315024877722867?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4436315024877722867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-favorite-movies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4436315024877722867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4436315024877722867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-favorite-movies.html' title='Day 7 - Favorite Movies'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-2835239478980041829</id><published>2011-03-16T14:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:49:33.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - A picture of something that makes me happy - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blp9zw_z8og/TYEXPAj0IJI/AAAAAAAAACg/hyRQuymHvJM/s1600/IMG_9996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584770559531819154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blp9zw_z8og/TYEXPAj0IJI/AAAAAAAAACg/hyRQuymHvJM/s320/IMG_9996.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 239px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My minions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhrmS0iH17w/TYEXOmZwKRI/AAAAAAAAACY/6GmYzJyW7mc/s1600/krsito1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584770552510294290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhrmS0iH17w/TYEXOmZwKRI/AAAAAAAAACY/6GmYzJyW7mc/s320/krsito1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 272px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK at that smile. My angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlV_2pvuB38/TYEWN02zaPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iQ1PNWdroLg/s1600/happy9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584769439698741490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlV_2pvuB38/TYEWN02zaPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iQ1PNWdroLg/s320/happy9.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmYpVL5Ny4g/TYEWNme3xAI/AAAAAAAAACI/-wmBB8rTknM/s1600/happy8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584769435840267266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmYpVL5Ny4g/TYEWNme3xAI/AAAAAAAAACI/-wmBB8rTknM/s320/happy8.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teetoe, swimming it up. The little dork loves goggles. They are older than daddy, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbnwXIH492U/TYEWNas40uI/AAAAAAAAACA/n5zAyTlEju4/s1600/happy7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584769432677831394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbnwXIH492U/TYEWNas40uI/AAAAAAAAACA/n5zAyTlEju4/s320/happy7.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71Z5kGGNoeg/TYEWMz067oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6RmXacAeKIo/s1600/happy6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584769422242541186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71Z5kGGNoeg/TYEWMz067oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6RmXacAeKIo/s320/happy6.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas. Love his goofy butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAlV4VS2VH4/TYEWMrnQ86I/AAAAAAAAABw/14fQOQ-JoQA/s1600/happy5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584769420037780386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAlV4VS2VH4/TYEWMrnQ86I/AAAAAAAAABw/14fQOQ-JoQA/s320/happy5.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I. My heart, my rescuer, the love of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also discovered through this post just how&amp;nbsp;crazy I sometimes am. I can't upload as many pictures as I want...just only 5 at a time. Doh...then I didn't look at my "other windows" to see if the blogger photo uploader popped up. Oh well, I know now! :)&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/317891504261010476-2835239478980041829?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2835239478980041829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-picture-of-something-that-makes_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/2835239478980041829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/2835239478980041829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-picture-of-something-that-makes_16.html' title='Day 6 - A picture of something that makes me happy - Part 2'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blp9zw_z8og/TYEXPAj0IJI/AAAAAAAAACg/hyRQuymHvJM/s72-c/IMG_9996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-8474110251005389702</id><published>2011-03-16T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:47:51.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - A picture of something that makes me happy - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeRK7lSlX4/TYET5ppCFuI/AAAAAAAAABo/I4gOYnwVEXw/s1600/happy4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584766894067554018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeRK7lSlX4/TYET5ppCFuI/AAAAAAAAABo/I4gOYnwVEXw/s320/happy4.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BFF's and me. Travis and Doreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d72-h6nYq4/TYET5XQM5_I/AAAAAAAAABg/5XvPv-k4CnI/s1600/happy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584766889131567090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d72-h6nYq4/TYET5XQM5_I/AAAAAAAAABg/5XvPv-k4CnI/s320/happy3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;and K swinging, last summer. Such a beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z4xSBYEy7Y/TYET5J7zOYI/AAAAAAAAABY/ljlF-r1-830/s1600/happy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584766885556337026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z4xSBYEy7Y/TYET5J7zOYI/AAAAAAAAABY/ljlF-r1-830/s320/happy2.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece and J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OtsvzWq7Ds/TYET46GQ59I/AAAAAAAAABQ/X8J4v3ZGAeQ/s1600/happy1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584766881305257938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OtsvzWq7Ds/TYET46GQ59I/AAAAAAAAABQ/X8J4v3ZGAeQ/s320/happy1.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo&amp;nbsp;getting baptized. &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxys7oASl4A/TYET4t6AKBI/AAAAAAAAABI/k6U0m6xlhG0/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584766878032603154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxys7oASl4A/TYET4t6AKBI/AAAAAAAAABI/k6U0m6xlhG0/s320/happy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious Special Agent M, the light of my world. And his baby dinosaur. He is so goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I apparently can only post 5 pictures at a time....therefore today requires two posts! ;)&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/317891504261010476-8474110251005389702?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/8474110251005389702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-picture-of-something-that-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/8474110251005389702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/8474110251005389702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 6 - A picture of something that makes me happy - Part 1'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeRK7lSlX4/TYET5ppCFuI/AAAAAAAAABo/I4gOYnwVEXw/s72-c/happy4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-245993022553394899</id><published>2011-03-15T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:10:34.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - A Song to Match my Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVwd5KpLlXg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVwd5KpLlXg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm supposed to post a video.  Which I am not 100% sure how to do yet! So I'm going to try.  In the even that it doesnt work....just follow the link.  Sicky Vicky because, well, I've got another cold! Every single thing that J has gotten, Mommy has gotten too.  IDK if my immune system is down because of bfding of if its just luck this year! Either way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-245993022553394899?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/245993022553394899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-song-to-match-my-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/245993022553394899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/245993022553394899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-song-to-match-my-mood.html' title='Day 5 - A Song to Match my Mood'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-4206562840940913889</id><published>2011-03-14T09:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:42:01.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4 - My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9U7aKUG5kzY/TX4m4APFtQI/AAAAAAAAABA/ttTUdPAPh_A/s1600/mom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583943331563812098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9U7aKUG5kzY/TX4m4APFtQI/AAAAAAAAABA/ttTUdPAPh_A/s320/mom.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcia and Greg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moms a home health care nurse.  Dad is a, hmmm, chemical salesman?  And a Catholic Deacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been my rock.  Supported me through the best and worst circumstances.  Loved me, even when I was a demon child.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get a lot of great traits from them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is very short.  My dad is very tall.  LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also blame them for any genetic defects they passed down to me.  :)  Frequently.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is my most best friend in the whole world.  In the last year she has FINALLY learned how to text message.  That has been a great thing for our phone bills.  We talk at LEAST once a day.  And if her whole work day has gone by and I haven't texted....she thinks somethings wrong.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Daddy-O is great.  Always there for me, my super hero in a cape.  I still can't call him when I'm having an issue without crying.  Its an uncontrollable response.  "Daddy, I have a flat tire. &lt;insert&gt;".  "Daddy, my roof is leaking &lt;insert&gt;". "Daddy, I'm pregnant &lt;insert&gt;"  Its the strangest phenomenon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had and still very occasionally have our issues.  But, I love my parents dearly.  They must live forever.  My mental health could not handle living without them.  Sorry, guys, that's how its got to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-4206562840940913889?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4206562840940913889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4206562840940913889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4206562840940913889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-my-parents.html' title='Day 4 - My Parents'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9U7aKUG5kzY/TX4m4APFtQI/AAAAAAAAABA/ttTUdPAPh_A/s72-c/mom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-3611646509510038202</id><published>2011-03-12T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:05:32.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Cosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Meaning Behind my Blog Name</title><content type='html'>Its not about justice, its about silence. Its a simple concept really, behind all things child related. Sometimes its NOT about justice....Mommy just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to hear anymore screaming! :) Its a theory stolen from the stand up comedy of the one and only Bill Cosby. My husband loves Bill Cosby. He is a super funny comedian, a great actor, and an amazing role model for men, parents, and people alike.&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com says justice is the quality of being just; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt;, the moral principal determining conduct.  Sometimes that just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; apply.  Sometimes the offended gets in trouble instead of the offender.  All in the name of silence.  Because, you see, its not about justice, its about silence. And silence they say, is golden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-3611646509510038202?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/3611646509510038202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/meaning-behind-my-blog-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/3611646509510038202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/3611646509510038202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/meaning-behind-my-blog-name.html' title='Meaning Behind my Blog Name'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-2371098820409929505</id><published>2011-03-11T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:17:00.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rules'/><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>Ok, peeps, here is the list of "postings" for the 30 day challenge. It was fun to retype because apparently my copy and past function doesn't work on this site. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Introduce yourself and 15 interesting facts&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Your first love&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: A Song to Match your Mood&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Favorite Movies&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: A place you've traveled to&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: Favorite picture of your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Something your afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Life goals&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: A picture of you from last year - how have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;Day 15:Bible Verse&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: Dream house&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: Something your looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Favorite place to eat&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Something you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;Day 21: Fav picture of yourself of all time&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: Whats in your purse&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: Favorite books&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: Something you've learned&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 26: Dream Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: Original photo of the city you live in&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: Something that stresses you out&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: Three wishes&lt;br /&gt;Day 30: Picture of yourself on this day, 5 good things that have happened to you since starting this blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-2371098820409929505?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2371098820409929505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/2371098820409929505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/2371098820409929505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-1044559151535543744</id><published>2011-03-11T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:11:20.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Introduce myself</title><content type='html'>Introduce Yourself, Current picture, 15 interesting Facts about yourself&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8W88xN4h5Xg/TXoza0f6--I/AAAAAAAAAA4/r9sewgtNfUs/s1600/peeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582831223941299170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8W88xN4h5Xg/TXoza0f6--I/AAAAAAAAAA4/r9sewgtNfUs/s320/peeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm Mandie. :) Originally Amanda Gayle, I've considered changing to Mandie permanently but I don't want to hurt my moms feelings. I've discussed this with her. She agrees it would hurt her feelings. She loves the name Amanda. Its funny because I don't FEEL like an Amanda. I'm definitely a Mandie. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture isn't TOO recent but I do love it.  It contains some of my favorite people!!!  You can tell its not too recent because, well, most of us have a different hair color now! (In Jacob's case, he just HAS some hair now!)  Also, my dear Jessica has moved away...miss her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 Facts about me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My most favorite claim to fame is I was born with a tooth.  If you've known me long, you know that.  Its so strange that I must share.  Wives tales say its means your going to be famous. :)  Cindy Crawford was born with a milk tooth, and she graduated from my high school, that means something, right? Probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Since using a smart phone I seem to not be able to use punctuation or capitalization on the computer.  I'm so used to just double spacing and it doing it for me, I can hardly function without that feature...you will see it in my blogs, I'm sure. So I guess, my smart phone has made me dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love Jesus.  For some, that USED to know me, it may seem like a real stretch.  But I do. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm extremely fertile.  See FOUR minions that run around my house.  Now, I would like the capability to pass my fertility blessing onto someone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I have been blogging for exactly two days now.  I can already tell I'm going to need Healing Journey down the road to get over my addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I lead an amazingly blessed life.  I'm under the firm belief that its what I'm GOING to do that has provided me with such a prosperous present.  Don't get me wrong.  We're broke, we have problems, we lead a normal life but are BEYOND blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am horrible at algebra (or math in general).  I have taken it FOUR times as a class and failed every single time.  Twice in high school.  Twice in college.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I struggle with addictions and temptation that you may not guess.  Its crazy.  However, in my biggest one, I see the lies I have been told and will not be going back.  Even though the longing doesn't fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I think in Facebook status updates. I might need Healing Journey for that too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love to be crafty.  Sewing, scrapbooking, creating, thinking, conjuring up ideas.  This is how my brain works.  (It does NOT work in a math kind of way).  However I cannot paint or draw to save my life and I wish I could! I can see the picture in my head and somewhere between my brain and my head the message gets confused.  Must be my shoulder messing it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIVE TO GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm a little bit granola.  I love cloth diapers, drying my clothes on the clothes line, breastfeeding, the idea of birthing at home (illegal in Illinois, grrr), eating naturally, using natural products, home gardens, canning (or freezing) fresh food for later, attachment parenting, co-sleeping and the idea of raising our own eggs and meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love to read fiction books and parenting books. And self help books. I didn't love to read until about 4th grade.  Then I read "Super Fudge" at the prompting of my friend Jessi.  I've loved to read since then.  I can no longer read horror novels though, they give me nightmares and increase my anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I LOVE to cook.  LOVE.  If only someone else would clean up my mess.  I am not a neat cook. Or a neat anything for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  I was born in Philadelphia, PA.  My dad was in the Navy, stationed in New Jersey.  I have yet to figure out why they didn't live on base or why I wasn't delivered in a military hospital.  Maybe I've know that answer and forgotten.  I'm sure that's the case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  I'm the oldest of two children.  My little bro Thom is six years younger.  He recently became a dad and fiance.  I can now stand to be around him. :)  In fact, I might ALMOST admit hes a LITTLE bit cool, and sometimes funny.  But is still a dirtball. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-1044559151535543744?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1044559151535543744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-introduce-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/1044559151535543744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/1044559151535543744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-introduce-myself.html' title='Day 1 - Introduce myself'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8W88xN4h5Xg/TXoza0f6--I/AAAAAAAAAA4/r9sewgtNfUs/s72-c/peeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-4640946799622613898</id><published>2011-03-10T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:24:13.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Save Money</title><content type='html'>I am currently on a quest to learn to spend less money on groceries.  Wal-Mart, IGA, and CVS do not DESERVE my husbands hard earned money! We deserve to keep it and I am now committed to KEEPING as much of it as possible.  My good friend Christy has been s-l-o-w-l-y teaching me to use coupons and she is teaching a class next week that I cannot wait to attend.  But I'm looking for ways to make healthier AND cheaper choices for myself, my husband, and my kids.  So today I decided to make "Nesquik" at home.  Its ridiculously expensive and full of nasty additives.  So I did some Google work.  This is what I came up with and its just as good!  Plus theres only THREE ingredients!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Chocolate Milk Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Cocoa Powder&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar (you could use a substitute, Id be willing to bet)&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix well and add to milk as desired.  Easy peezey lemon squeezy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-4640946799622613898?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4640946799622613898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-to-save-money.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4640946799622613898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/4640946799622613898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-to-save-money.html' title='Learning to Save Money'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317891504261010476.post-9206984363326526608</id><published>2011-03-10T08:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:44:26.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8I0pEkGAi4/TXjka9nEqAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2WK9sBbQFo/s1600/IMG_9996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582462889991907330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8I0pEkGAi4/TXjka9nEqAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2WK9sBbQFo/s320/IMG_9996.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking about starting a blog now since before Christmas. Mostly to journal my crazy thoughts and ideas. Sorta to share recipes and household tips. Now, inspired by Tanya's daily blogging and many of my other friends participating in the 30 day challenge, I have started it. I come up with ideas for blogs almost daily, including formulating my personal "mission statement", which will eventually fall in here....trying to find the info on the 30 day blogging challenge...bear with me as I get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, my mission statement, my life, my motivation, and my encouragement is in the form of my four minions. I just love them. I may have been a young Mother but I'm seeming to think I'm doing ok. :) And at least they are cute!!!&amp;nbsp;Teetoe is 12,&amp;nbsp;Special Agent M&amp;nbsp;is 2, J is 9 months, and&amp;nbsp;Mo&amp;nbsp;is 7 in this picture. They make my heart smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317891504261010476-9206984363326526608?l=itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/9206984363326526608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/starting-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/9206984363326526608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317891504261010476/posts/default/9206984363326526608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnotaboutjustice.blogspot.com/2011/03/starting-new-blog.html' title='Starting a new blog'/><author><name>MomBug Designer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661980063315918215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxxA3nQDIDI/TXjmTKfY77I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mfH4CSd7LJQ/s220/nick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8I0pEkGAi4/TXjka9nEqAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2WK9sBbQFo/s72-c/IMG_9996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
