<?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-853032135915207083</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:21:48.904-04:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='paper'/><category term='poop issues'/><category term='child'/><category term='hugs'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='freaking out'/><category term='hand blown'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='magic'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='funding'/><category term='Georgia'/><category term='vegan'/><category term='the big easy'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='car seats'/><category term='allstate'/><category term='Domestic violence'/><category term='pickle ornament'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='gorden rule'/><category term='girlfriends'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='cajun'/><category term='desktop'/><category term='saving'/><category term='class'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='harvest'/><category term='husband'/><category term='crazy child'/><category term='Money'/><category term='child safety'/><category term='Milk allergies'/><category term='fail'/><category term='egg allergies'/><category term='legend'/><title type='text'>I can't stand the MADNESS</title><subtitle type='html'>Im a 29 year old Wife and Mom of a 4 year old.. I'm just sitting back and couting down the time till child graduates and I can retire and live in riches...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-204356024546980993</id><published>2010-06-30T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:37:07.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH OUT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; I saw the funniest thing today.. It was a souped-up Ford Excursion.. The door was about 3 ft from the ground and ...(here's the kicker) there was a Handicapped license plate on the back...I wish I had taken a pic.. It was great...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-204356024546980993?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/204356024546980993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=204356024546980993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/204356024546980993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/204356024546980993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/watch-out.html' title='WATCH OUT!!!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-1408133413943661806</id><published>2010-06-29T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:43:55.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up....</title><content type='html'>"You shouldn't be telling our problems to your friends"! I guess I just don't grasp this statement. About 8 years ago, hubby tried something along that line and I immediately told him he will never tell me who I can and cant talk to about what I want to talk to them about. And so, the subject has never come up again.. I was recently told this morning while speaking with a very good friend, that she should not be talking to me about whats going on.. Now, here is my problem.. The guy is new in her life where-as I have been there for about 6 years. She happens to be going through allot in her life right now and it happens to be rolling over into her relationship. So, who should she talk to about what she is going through? Nobody?? I understand that somethings are not everybodys business, and I understand that guys generally don't talk to other guys like we talk to other girls, but come on. How many times in 1 week do I need to hear this statement from multiple people. &lt;br /&gt;This is probably why women tend to be more "well rounded" then men. Its strange how many instances in which that statement occurs.. And how relationships tend to fight over it. Thankfully my hubby sucked it up and has dealt with it for 8 years..And that probably why my relationship with my friends is never strained. They don't have to hide from the hubby and hubby doesn't care if I need to venting partner..lol Love ya babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-1408133413943661806?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1408133413943661806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=1408133413943661806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/1408133413943661806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/1408133413943661806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up....'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-5277344993075553481</id><published>2010-06-25T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:29:58.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving'/><title type='text'>Starbucks...-NO MORE</title><content type='html'>Hubby has been on me for years to be a better saver/spender... I've never complied well with this before. But now the reality of saving is setting in. There are allot of things that we(or should I say I I I..) want to be able to do/have, and at the rate I am going/spending, this is not going to happen. So, as of today, I am going to be making more conscientious decisions on what I spend money on.. &lt;br /&gt;  That means, no more Starbucks, no more eating out everyday, no more shopping for things that I don't need(well, want is the more appropriate word)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hubby is now getting what he wants!!hahaha WIFE TO SAVE $$$$..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-5277344993075553481?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5277344993075553481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=5277344993075553481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/5277344993075553481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/5277344993075553481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/starbucks-no-more.html' title='Starbucks...-NO MORE'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-4033286650006936542</id><published>2010-06-24T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:09:55.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milk allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg allergies'/><title type='text'>Wonderfull...</title><content type='html'>It was about mid-afternoon when I received the phone call from my 4 yr olds pediatrician calling to inform me of my sons blood work results. Oh, let me back up. Jorden, my son, has had issues poop training ass well as allergy issues. Doc put him on some allergy meds that would help with the constant sneezing, running/stuffy nose. She also put him on some heavy duty over the counter stool softeners to help him poop.. As far as everything else goes, life went on as normal.(back to blood results)&lt;br /&gt;He is allergic to milk, egg whites, and shrimp.. Ok, so no shrimp, that's fine, he doesn't like them anyways.. But milk and egg whites!!!:( Im a HUGE Paula Dean Fan.. ) BUTTER BUTTER BUTTER ) Im screwed.. I start doing some research to find out that just about everything I buy or make, has milk and eggs in the ingredients... The egg whites can also cause histamine reactions in people( which explains the allergy issues) and the milk protein can cause constipation getting more sever with prolonged use ( this now explains the poop issue) So, on my day off today, I hit the supermarket.. I half gallon of Almond milk $3.99, 1 small tub of Earth Balance butter $3.49... Did you know that there is milk proteins in half the things that most of us eat on a daily bases... So, now my son is being put on a vegan dairy/egg diet...&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I have met a vegan of I would have NO IDEA what to give my son in place off all the yummy things he can no longer have.. Next week, Im hitting this store in Tampa (Whole Foods) which should provide me with more options on dairy for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-4033286650006936542?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4033286650006936542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=4033286650006936542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4033286650006936542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4033286650006936542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonderfull.html' title='Wonderfull...'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-8824836278828591873</id><published>2010-06-23T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:26:17.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again...</title><content type='html'>Wow, can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how long it as been since I have actually posted something on this site... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeesh&lt;/span&gt;!!  Here I go.....&lt;br /&gt;  First &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna have to update some information since its been what, like , almost 2 years since I have posted.. I'll get to that late..&lt;br /&gt;  As much as I enjoyed being home ALL DAY LONG with my little terror, hubby decided it was time I went back to work...so I did.. As of last October.. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; it...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that I still need an outlet.. Well, some place to "bitch" anyways...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping for some interesting reading..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-8824836278828591873?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8824836278828591873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=8824836278828591873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8824836278828591873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8824836278828591873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again...'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3930700552916257147</id><published>2008-02-13T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:38:47.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allstate'/><title type='text'>Click to Empower</title><content type='html'>I got this from my &lt;a href="http://www.notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;moms blog&lt;/a&gt;. Thought I would put it on mine as well for those who visit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most times domestic violence victims remain with their abusers due to financial constraints. They have children who they believe, (falsely in most cases) that they are not able to support or take care of. They do not have access to the household finances. Their paychecks are turned over to the abuser, they are given a small allowance with which they must manage the household. They are not allowed to pursue their education.There are a programs and funding sources out their that support domestic violence centers to assist these victims to escape their abuser, to move on with their lives. Sources that allow centers to counsel survivors, educate them about the dynamics of domestic violence. But that is where our assistance stops. Most times we do not have the funds to actually provide them finances for specific things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Allstate Foundation is trying to change that. They have established the Education and Job Training Assistance Fund. It was established by The Allstate Foundation Domestic Violence Program to channel small grants to adult domestic violence survivors to help them achieve their educational and professional goals. This fund enables domestic violence survivors to pursue long-term financial security by providing much needed assistance to address barriers often not covered within traditional financial aid resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It covers education, training and job-related expenses including:&lt;br /&gt;Books and supplies for school&lt;br /&gt;Job skills trainingCertification fees&lt;br /&gt;TuitionRegistration fees&lt;br /&gt;Requirements for jobs, such as uniforms&lt;br /&gt;Child carePublic transportation&lt;br /&gt;Fees for computer access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you help fund this program? See that button on my sidebar? The one that says "Click to Empower?" For every click The Allstate Foundation receives $1 will be donated to the Education and Job Training Assistance Fund, up to $300,000. This money will then be used by the Foundation to help survivors of domestic violence improve their lives and the lives of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor, click on it today. Now.....I'll wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, now if you go to their site, you can read some Survivor stories. You can also pick up the code to install the button on your site. Just one small thing you can do to help domestic violence survivors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3930700552916257147?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3930700552916257147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3930700552916257147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3930700552916257147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3930700552916257147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2008/02/click-to-empower.html' title='Click to Empower'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-4644956245053229975</id><published>2008-02-06T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:18:51.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Husbands SUCK sometimes!!</title><content type='html'>So, I did our taxes on H &amp;amp; R Block the other day. Was really excited because this would be the first and only year that we would ever get a significant amount of money back. We would also be able to write off the addoption expenses for our son. Well, I get this notice in my e-mail today that the information on our son did not match up with what the IRS has.  That I needed to call either them or Social Security. So, I tried to call them, 3 different times, stupid automated thingy kept giving me the run around. So I call SSA. To find out that I have yet to change my sons name with the SS office. &lt;strong&gt;Well, nobody told me that I had to do that.  &lt;/strong&gt;How was I supposed to know. The lawyer we used did everything concering his birth certificate, I gues I just assumed that she had taken care of everything that needed to be done. She never told us that we would need to change the name with SS. BUT, that is not the problem, the problem is, when my husband found out that I didn't have a SS card for our son, he freeked out and started this big huge argument. And I said to him"Whats he gonna do with it, try to get a job!" I have his SS number, the name just has yet to be changed. Nothing that can't be resolved with a trip to the SS office. He just went on and on.  Couldn't beleive we were arguing over that. Was amazed. So I aksed him, that if having a SS card for our son was such a big deal, why didn't he get it taken care of or ask about it sooner. Ofcourse, his dumb ass had no reply to that. "Well, I just assumed you had done it." So, yes I replyed, (and you know what I said) YOu know what they say about people who assume!! Jack ass. As you can tell, im still pissed at him over that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-4644956245053229975?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4644956245053229975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=4644956245053229975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4644956245053229975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4644956245053229975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-husbands-suck-sometimes.html' title='OMG! Husbands SUCK sometimes!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-4322445442798504176</id><published>2008-02-06T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:03:49.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!!</title><content type='html'>I got this qusion thingy from my &lt;a href="http://notagranny/blogspot.com"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; who got it from lords knows who, so i figuared i would do it too. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ya, hope its a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't associate with people I don't trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yes, left Goeorgia to get back together with an ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Can you make a dollar in change right now?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, that is the only dollar I can make&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;None of them. were all squimish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Are you afraid of falling in love? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, been there done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, my ex. very random though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What’s your most favorite scar? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The only scar I have is from my tubal preg. don't thinks its my fav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. When was the last time you flew in a plane? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas 2004, Washington state for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What did the last text message you sent say? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can't remember...I text alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What features do you find most attractive in the preferred sex?  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can't think right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Fill in the blank. I love ________. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.Jorden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finish college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If you were to wake up from being in a coma for an extended time who would you call? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My son. Then I'd make somebody by me a cig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. How many kids do you want to have? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 2 at the least. But as many as it takes to get a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Where was your favorite picture taken? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With my grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What’s your middle name?&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Lin..I know, what kind of spelling is that. I was named after a sunken fishing boat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Getting this thing finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would have listened better when may parents attempted to teach me how to budget money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Who was or will be the maid of honor/ best man in your wedding?  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Melissa, but were not really friends any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What are you wearing right now? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pagama bottoms and t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Righty or Lefty? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Best place to eat?  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mexican rest. in St. Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Favorite jeans? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8 sizes ago I had a fav pair, not now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Favorite Animal? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.29. Favorite juice? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carn-strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Have you had the chicken pox? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yes, long long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Have you had a sore throat?&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Ever had a bar fight? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Threw some guy against the wall for putting 5 dollers down my mothers pants, but that wasn't really a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Who knows you the best? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Shoe size? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9 wide load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Do you wear contact lenses or glasses? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nope, but probably should for night driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Ever been in a fight with your pet? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yes. little shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Been to Mexico? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Did you buy something today? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Did you get sick today? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sick of hearing my son winning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Do you miss someone today? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Did you get in a fight with someone today? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my son over how many bananas he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is allowed to eat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. When is the last time you had a massage? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What's that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Last person to lie in your bed? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Last person to see you cry?&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Who made you cry? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;probably bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What was the last TV show you watched? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go Diego Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. What are your plans for the weekend? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't know yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Who do you think will repost this? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not sure, not many people read my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Who was the last person you hung out with? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alyssa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. If your significant other asked you to marry them TODAY, what would you say? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Depends, do I already have my son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-4322445442798504176?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4322445442798504176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=4322445442798504176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4322445442798504176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4322445442798504176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='Im back!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-2628820666274056841</id><published>2007-12-26T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:19:58.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to you all. Hope you Christmas Day was great. Mine was. My in laws came up and my parents came up Christmas day. It was a very busy day. I do now know why my mother stress's out so much when she in in charge of hosting Christmas dinner for my ENTIRE family. I only had to worry about 7 people and I was moments away from pulling my hair out. It it wasn't for the alcohol that was provided, I'm not sure how the day would have ended! lol I had this timeline I was trying th follow. It didn't work. And of course my turkey was not done when I wanted it to be done. But it did turn out perfect. I was so happy. I took so many pics of my first turkey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3LtXfpwIyI/AAAAAAAAALM/Cx9E4sqqfOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148438311927292706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3LtXfpwIyI/AAAAAAAAALM/Cx9E4sqqfOQ/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So Pretty!! My nephew was up Christmas day as well. Both boys were spoiled rotten by grandparents a Santa Clause. Santa Clause actually stopped by the house to give each of the boys a special present and a HUG. They were so pleased...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3LudPpwIzI/AAAAAAAAALU/F4UeEXN_JgM/s1600-h/Pics1+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148439510223168306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3LudPpwIzI/AAAAAAAAALU/F4UeEXN_JgM/s320/Pics1+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;-Dominic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3Lu6_pwI1I/AAAAAAAAALg/O8ZHRbUk-70/s1600-h/Pics1+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148440021324276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3Lu6_pwI1I/AAAAAAAAALg/O8ZHRbUk-70/s320/Pics1+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jorden^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was a great day. Thank goodness it is over though!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-2628820666274056841?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2628820666274056841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=2628820666274056841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2628820666274056841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2628820666274056841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/R3LtXfpwIyI/AAAAAAAAALM/Cx9E4sqqfOQ/s72-c/IMG_1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-5950012970632296632</id><published>2007-12-23T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:46:22.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is so much saddness in the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I received this bulletin on my Myspace, and the min. I started reading it, I starting sobbing. What that poor mother had to go through, I just couldn't imagine. I hope the bastard rotts in jail for the rest of &lt;/strong&gt;his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get how someone could hurt such a young and harmless baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were made for you to use as support to the mother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/89ikff4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/6o3m8gm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;December 4th, 2007, Jessica Sherwood had to do something no mother should ever have to do.&lt;br /&gt;At 2:29 pm Jessica made a very tough, but the right decision to take her little 3 month old daughter off life support.&lt;br /&gt;In memory of little London Marie, i thought id start a little forward..&lt;br /&gt;Jessica had a message that i want every one to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what jessica said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF NE ONE HAS KIDS MAKE SURE U KEEP THEM WIT U THE WHOLE TIME DNT GIVE THEM TO NE ONE THAT U DNT TRUST..... TRUST ME I THOUGHT I TRUSTED JOSH..... BUT NOW AS OF 12-4-07 AT 2:29AM SHE IS GONE.... MY ONE AND ONLY BABY....... AND HE IS GUNNA PAY FOR EVER EVEN IF HE GETS OUTTA JAIL SCOTT FREE HE WILL BE DEAD NO MATTER WAT......... TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND THAT KNO LONDON I AM VERY ANGRY AND UPSET I LOST THE LOVE OF MY LIFE MY BABY GIRL.... SHE DIED ON HER 3MONTH BDAY........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAD 6 FRACTURED RIBS..... BOTH OF HER LEGS WERE FRACTURED.... AND HER BRAIN WAS SO DAMANAGED THAT IF SHE WERE TO LIVE SHE WOULD BE A VEGETABLE.... SO I DID WAT WAS RIGHT AND BEST FOR HER AND TOOK HER OFF LIFE SUPPORT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WAT U CALL SHAKEN BABY SYNDROM REMEMBER THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who dont know what Shaken Baby Syndrome is..read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking, jerking and jolting can cause blood vessels in the head to tear or burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaken Baby Syndrome is the shaking of an infant or child by the arms, legs, or shoulders with or without impact of the head. This trauma can result in bleeding and brain injury with no outward signs of abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often frustrated caregivers feel that shaking a baby or small child is a harmless way to make the child stop crying. However, a baby's brain and blood vessels are vulnerable to whiplash motions, such as shaking, jerking, jolting, and impact. The neck muscles of an infant or small child are weak, so the child's head is relatively heavy and the neck cannot support the stress of shaking or impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking a very young child, with or without impact of the head, can cause irreversible brain damage, blindness, cerebral palsy, hearing loss, spinal cord injury, seizures, learning disabilities, and even death. It is tragic that healthy, intelligent babies are suffering these disabilities simply because their caregivers don't know about the dangers associated with Shaken Baby Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An estimated 1,200 to 1,400 cases of Shaken Baby Syndrome (SBS) occur each year in the United States. Only 1 out of 4 babies dies of Shaken Baby Syndrome. HOWEVER, the other three babies will need ongoing medical attention for the rest of their short lifespans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/853z32b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/6sjckeq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/6uosjnm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London after she passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/86qlru0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="2" width="1" data="&lt;a href=" border="0" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" tomy="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=" myheight="270&amp;amp;file=" playlist="12800486"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player.swf?tomy=http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black.xml&amp;ampmywidth=435&amp;ampmyheight=270&amp;ampfile=http://www.profileplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=12800486&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;      http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player.swf?tomy=http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black.xml&amp;ampmywidth=435&amp;ampmyheight=270&amp;ampfile=http://www.profileplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=12800486&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace London Marie Sherwood&lt;br /&gt;September 4th, 2007-December 4th, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-5950012970632296632?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5950012970632296632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=5950012970632296632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/5950012970632296632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/5950012970632296632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-is-so-much-saddness-in-world.html' title='There is so much saddness in the world...'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/89ikff4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-7697669163253554000</id><published>2007-12-09T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:34:06.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you know!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Know a Lot About Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouknowaboutchristmasquiz/right.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know tons about the history and traditions surrounding Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;When you celebrate the holidays, you never forget their true meaning - or all the little fun details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Christmas fact: 7% of mall Santas were found to have a criminal background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouknowaboutchristmasquiz/"&gt;How Much Do You Know About Christmas?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-7697669163253554000?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7697669163253554000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=7697669163253554000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/7697669163253554000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/7697669163253554000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-much-do-you-know.html' title='How much do you know!!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3252303682025840099</id><published>2007-12-05T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:05:00.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YES&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>Its over. I have just finished my LAST assighniment and my LAST 3 test for my online psych class. Tomorrow is last day for that class and I am stoked...Friday is my last day for my social problems class, which, I have to take a test on 4 chapters. BUT, its over until after the new year....&lt;strong&gt;yah yah yah....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is on to 4 new class's for next semest. I am taking mostly online classes due to my lack of a babysitter. So im taking Human Biology, Intro to Sociolgy, English comp, and some stupic math class that I absolutly do NOT want to take. But apparently, you have to take all these stupid math classes even if you will never use them...I know the basics and that will get me through my life just fine. I don't need algebra. Which I took in high school early on. but apparently, if you don't use algerbra in everyday life, you tend to forget it, which means when you take your college placement test, you then have to go back and repeat because you didn't score high enough and you cant even get into college level math. Did I mention I hate math.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3252303682025840099?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3252303682025840099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3252303682025840099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3252303682025840099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3252303682025840099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes.html' title='YES&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3181597135337790659</id><published>2007-12-02T23:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:32:45.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who would'a thunk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Christmas is Most Like: A Very Brady Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourchristmasmostlikequiz/a-very-brady-christmas.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, it's all about sharing times with family.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you all get a bit cheesy at times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourchristmasmostlikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3181597135337790659?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3181597135337790659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3181597135337790659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3181597135337790659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3181597135337790659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-woulda-thunk.html' title='who would&apos;a thunk...'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-1832917425328155636</id><published>2007-12-02T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:21:36.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Hurts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found this bulletin posted on my MySpace and had to post here for all of you to read. Its great...Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $500 0. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. !Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.No wonder men are happier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THIS IS WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-1832917425328155636?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1832917425328155636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=1832917425328155636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/1832917425328155636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/1832917425328155636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/12/truth-hurts.html' title='Truth Hurts!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-2560978854082779456</id><published>2007-11-20T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:15:16.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People need to grow up!</title><content type='html'>So, I received this a bulletin on my MySpace page about this article in the New York Times Concerning Sesame Street. Now, I don't know how many of you watched Sesame Street as a child, but my mother was a big fan and now that I am a mom, i am as well. So, this article basically stated that Sesame Street is not appropriate for our children any more. Bull shit. It is just as appropriate as Spongebob, Fairly Odd Parents or any of the other cartoons on TV now.&lt;br /&gt;  Here is the article. Tell me what you think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunny days! The earliest episodes of “Sesame Street” are available on digital video! Break out some Keebler products, fire up the DVD player and prepare for the exquisite pleasure-pain of top-shelf nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t bring the children. According to an earnest warning on Volumes 1 and 2, “Sesame Street: Old School” is adults-only: “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”&lt;br /&gt;Say what? At a recent all-ages home screening, a hush fell over the room. “What did they do to us?” asked one Gen-X mother of two, finally. The show rolled, and the sweet trauma came flooding back. What they did to us was hard-core. Man, was that scene rough. The masonry on the dingy brownstone at 123 Sesame Street, where the closeted Ernie and Bert shared a dismal basement apartment, was deteriorating. Cookie Monster was on a fast track to diabetes. Oscar’s depression was untreated. Prozacky Elmo didn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the children’s entertainment of today, candy-colored animation hopped up on computer tricks, can prepare young or old for this frightening glimpse of simpler times. Back then — as on the very first episode, which aired on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="More articles about Public Broadcasting Service" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/p/public_broadcasting_service/index.html?inline=nyt-org"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PBS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nov. 10, 1969 — a pretty, lonely girl like Sally might find herself befriended by an older male stranger who held her hand and took her home. Granted, Gordon just wanted Sally to meet his wife and have some milk and cookies, but . . . well, he could have wanted anything. As it was, he fed her milk and cookies. The milk looks dangerously whole.&lt;br /&gt;Live-action cows also charge the 1969 screen — cows eating common grass, not grain improved with hormones. Cows are milked by plain old farmers, who use their unsanitary hands and fill one bucket at a time. Elsewhere, two brothers risk concussion while whaling on each other with allergenic feather pillows. Overweight layabouts, lacking touch-screen iPods and headphones, jockey for airtime with their deafening transistor radios. And one of those radios plays a late-’60s news report — something about a “senior American official” and “two billion in credit over the next five years” — that conjures a bleak economic climate, with war debt and stagflation in the offing.&lt;br /&gt;The old “Sesame Street” is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for softies born since 1998, when the chipper “Elmo’s World” started. Anyone who considers bull markets normal, extracurricular activities sacrosanct and New York a tidy, governable place — well, the original “Sesame Street” might hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Carol-Lynn Parente, the executive producer of “Sesame Street,” how exactly the first episodes were unsuitable for toddlers in 2007. She told me about Alistair Cookie and the parody “Monsterpiece Theater.” Alistair Cookie, played by Cookie Monster, used to appear with a pipe, which he later gobbled. According to Parente, “That modeled the wrong behavior” — smoking, eating pipes — “so we reshot those scenes without the pipe, and then we dropped the parody altogether.”&lt;br /&gt;Which brought Parente to a feature of “Sesame Street” that had not been reconstructed: the chronically mood-disordered Oscar the Grouch. On the first episode, Oscar seems irredeemably miserable — hypersensitive, sarcastic, misanthropic. (Bert, too, is described as grouchy; none of the characters, in fact, is especially sunshiney except maybe Ernie, who also seems slow.) “We might not be able to create a character like Oscar now,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;Snuffleupagus is visible only to Big Bird; since 1985, all the characters can see him, as Big Bird’s old protestations that he was not hallucinating came to seem a little creepy, not to mention somewhat strained. As for Cookie Monster, he can be seen in the old-school episodes in his former inglorious incarnation: a blue, googly-eyed cookievore with a signature gobble (“om nom nom nom”). Originally designed by Jim Henson for use in commercials for General Foods International and Frito-Lay, Cookie Monster was never a righteous figure. His controversial conversion to a more diverse diet wouldn’t come until 2005, and in the early seasons he comes across a Child’s First Addict.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest surprise of the early episodes is the rural — agrarian, even — sequences. Episode 1 spends a stoned time warp in the company of backlighted cows, while they mill around and chew cud. This pastoral scene rolls to an industrial voiceover explaining dairy farms, and the sleepy chords of Joe Raposo’s aimless masterpiece, “Hey Cow, I See You Now.” Chewing the grass so green/Making the milk/Waiting for milking time/Waiting for giving time/Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what’s that? Right, the trance of early “Sesame Street” and its country-time sequences. In spite of the show’s devotion to its “target child,” the “4-year-old inner-city black youngster” (as The New York Times explained in 1979), the first episodes join kids cavorting in amber waves of grain — black children, mostly, who must be pressed into service as the face of America’s farms uniquely on “Sesame Street.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;I call BULL SHIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-2560978854082779456?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2560978854082779456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=2560978854082779456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2560978854082779456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2560978854082779456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-need-to-grow-up.html' title='People need to grow up!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3118734848160200042</id><published>2007-11-18T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:59:35.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS</title><content type='html'>I am an AUNT again.  (with out bringing up the big whole long story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By brother had another child, different women. A son. He was born tonight, sometime between 9pm and 10:30 pm. He was 8.5 lbs and 20.5 inches long. Full head of brown hair. His name is going to be Nathen Alexander Edward (and what ever last name she has). I have not gotten to see him yet, but I am excited. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3118734848160200042?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3118734848160200042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3118734848160200042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3118734848160200042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3118734848160200042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-news.html' title='GREAT NEWS'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-9146467422844771763</id><published>2007-11-18T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:56:05.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic..Shit..Happy</title><content type='html'>Well, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; today that because of my lack of baby-sitters around, that I am going to have to retake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aone&lt;/span&gt; of my classes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not to happy about that, but, I'll just retake next semester to get it out of the way, and I will take the online course that way I wont have to worry about a sitter.&lt;br /&gt; Nest note, I spent the better half the of day sitting at my computer trying to locate a few classic movies that I watched at one time or another with my &lt;a href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt;. The first one I thought was titles &lt;em&gt;"Baby Face".&lt;/em&gt;  And all I could remember about it was that somebody cried into a jar and somebody else drank the jar of tears. After countless searches through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;, I came across the title &lt;em&gt;" Cry Baby"&lt;/em&gt;. Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. Found it. With Johnnie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt;, then realizing that it was not a classic movie at all. Did I mention that I  used to watch the movie years ago with my mom? Years ago.... 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; movie, I still have not been able to find, and have been looking for this movie for a long time, but the only thing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; is some lady selling something out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;backet&lt;/span&gt;, resting by a train track and loosing her legs or dying. I think is a black and white, so I tried to search black and white classic movies, didn't find anything similar to what I was looking for. Don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; ever going to find it unless I start watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AMC&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TCM&lt;/span&gt;. Who knows....&lt;br /&gt; So, my brother in-law came down for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; holiday. Excited to see him. My parents are going to Washington state for my Grandparents 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;, so they will be there over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;. I am heading down to Orlando to be with the in-laws and making sure that I make plenty of the traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; eats. My husbands family is Spanish, so for the most part they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; food, and INSTANT mashed potatoes and stuffing in a BOX. So I plan on making these items from scratch this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-9146467422844771763?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9146467422844771763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=9146467422844771763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/9146467422844771763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/9146467422844771763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/classicshithappy.html' title='Classic..Shit..Happy'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-6990968105056018663</id><published>2007-11-09T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:41:24.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pickle ornament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand blown'/><title type='text'>Update on the Pickle!!</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to do some searching on the pickle ornament tradition. &lt;a href="http://www.notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; said she received the ornament as a gift. Well, after doing some searching, I actually found that their are a whole shit load of people with this same tradition.  Ya, who would've thought. A whole country for that matter. Germany. Yes, it is a German tradition. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heres&lt;/span&gt; the only story I could find on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The German Christmas Ornament pickle Story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pickle German glass ornaments are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; special Christmas in Germany decoration by many families where the Christmas tree was decorated on Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;The pickle glass Christmas ornament was always the last glass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ornament to&lt;/span&gt; be hung on the Christmas tree, with the parents hiding the pickle glass ornament in the Christmas tree among the other German glass ornaments. When the children were allowed to view the Christmas tree they would begin gleefully searching for the German glass ornament pickle. The children knew that whoever found the pickle glass ornament first would receive an extra little gift and would be the one to begin the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unwrappingof&lt;/span&gt; the Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found more material on the pickle.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest problem with the German pickle (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gurke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weihnachtsgurke&lt;/span&gt;) tradition is that no one in Germany seems to have ever heard of it. Over the years this question has repeatedly come up on the &lt;a href="http://german.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.aatg.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AATG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (German Teachers) forum. Teachers of German in the U.S. and in Europe have never been able to find a native German who has even heard of the pickle legend, much less carried out this Christmas custom. It may have been some German-American invention by someone who wanted to sell more glass ornaments for Christmas. Or could the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Weihnachtsgurke&lt;/span&gt; be an obscure regional custom that few people are aware of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rita heard from someone who claimed to have an answer that might solve the mystery. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;descendent&lt;/span&gt; of a soldier who fought in the American Civil War, John Lower (Hans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lauer&lt;/span&gt;?), born in Bavaria in 1842, wrote to tell about a family story that had to do with a Christmas pickle. According to family lore, “John Lower was captured and sent to prison in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Andersonville&lt;/span&gt;, Georgia. ...In poor health and starving, he begged a guard for just one pickle before he died. The guard took pity on him and found a pickle for John Lower. According to family legend, John said that the pickle—by the grace of God—gave him the mental and physical strength to live on. Once he was reunited with his family he began a tradition of hiding a pickle on the Christmas tree. The first person who found the pickle on Christmas morning would be blessed with a year of good fortune.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Web search in German and English turned up only the fact that the pickle ornaments are indeed sold in parts of Germany, ranging from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Höxter&lt;/span&gt; in North Rhine-Westphalia to Kissing in Bavaria. All of the German articles on the topic debunk the legend (some even refer to the myth article you are reading right now, first written and published in 2003). My efforts to get confirmation of the actual pickle custom from someone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Höxter&lt;/span&gt; have so far been fruitless. (Have the people there really kept this custom a secret for all these years?) We still lack any proof that this is truly a German custom, or that the custom is not a fairly recent invention. Has the popularity of the supposedly German legend in America brought it to Germany, or was it really the other way around? It's still a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say for certain is that to this day almost no one in Germany has ever heard of the German Christmas pickle custom. So far I have found no historical or other evidence to indicate that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Weihnachtsgurke&lt;/span&gt; is a genuine Christmas custom from Germany. If anyone has proof otherwise or can tell me how this legend really got started, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I ask, then what the hell is up with a pickle?! I guess we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; like legends behind everything, or else the makers of the glass pickle decided that the best marketing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt; would be to attach this legend and sell the pickle overseas to us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-6990968105056018663?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6990968105056018663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=6990968105056018663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/6990968105056018663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/6990968105056018663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/update-on-pickle.html' title='Update on the Pickle!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-2885312846986239689</id><published>2007-11-08T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:11:03.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!</title><content type='html'>You know, I absolutely hate it when people make things sound like a 911 emergency, just to find out that its not really that big of a deal at all.&lt;br /&gt;I get this message on my&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=149475082"&gt; Myspace&lt;/a&gt; from my brothers ex who is pregnant with my new little nephew, (who, by the way, is named Nathen Alexander) that I need to call her right away. I get 3 of these messages, and once again, all they say is "you need to call me right now". So I start freaking out. Whats wrong, I hope everything is ok. (she also lives next door to my sister in-law and my other nephew Dominic Mikel). So, Im sitting here thinking that something is wrong with one of my nephew, and of course, I call, and I get a voicemail, no answer. So I then send a message asking if everybody is ok and what is going on, just to get a response that everybody is fine, my sister in-law just wanted to speak with me but is now at work. huh. What is wrong with peope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzN6oGeLZ6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/iw0wZCmuRwQ/s1600-h/Jordens+1st+Carniaval+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130579229855672226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzN6oGeLZ6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/iw0wZCmuRwQ/s320/Jordens+1st+Carniaval+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have this cute adorable doggie, a Shit Zu, named Gizmo. And his water and food dishes are this rod iron and stoneware set that I got from &lt;a href="http://www.athomeamerica.com/camierodriguez"&gt;At Home America&lt;/a&gt;, which is discontinued. So today, as I am putting around the house, my son reaches onto the counter top( that's where we keep Gizmo's food dishes because child plays with them) and grabs his water bowl, which is stoneware, and drops it to the floor. Shatters everywhere. So now, my poor Gizmo does not have a matching dish set, and I have no idea where Iam going to find another bowl to fit in his stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzN7BmeLZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/oeottdJbRZo/s1600-h/Jordens+1st+Carniaval+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130579667942336434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzN7BmeLZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/oeottdJbRZo/s320/Jordens+1st+Carniaval+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-2885312846986239689?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2885312846986239689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=2885312846986239689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2885312846986239689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2885312846986239689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/today.html' title='Today!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzN6oGeLZ6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/iw0wZCmuRwQ/s72-c/Jordens+1st+Carniaval+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-4771224629852832906</id><published>2007-11-07T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:59:01.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ornaments'/><title type='text'>Lookie what i found....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I know its a little early to be thinking about Christmas decorating, but, now that its getting closer to Christmas, and I have to new house, I find myself thinking about it alot. Not that I have a whole lot of money to spend on Christmas decorating, but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So, I get this email subscription to Create and Barrel and I absolutely love looking at their products. And after looking through their Christmas stuff, I found an ornament that I thought I would NEVER find. Let me back up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Every year for as long as I can remember, my parents and my brother and I would decorate the tree together. We all had our own specific ornaments that we hung on the tree, then we would hand the rest together. After we were done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://notagranny/blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; would hang this particular ornament, then my brother and I would have to search the tree until we found it. Nothing special, just something we always did. And to this day, every Christmas, after they put up there tree, I go over and search for this ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I found this particular ornament, and I'm going to buy this ornament and pass this tradition on in may family. But the real point of this post, is that I never thought I would find this ornament. Picture is below.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzJeo2eLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dw2tIDz2LF8/s1600-h/PickleOrnamentF7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130266981438285714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzJeo2eLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dw2tIDz2LF8/s320/PickleOrnamentF7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, it is a Pickle. I have no idea where my parents found this ornament, but I, thier wonderful daughter, I found another, and I am going to carry on this silly but wonderful tradion of locating the pickle!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-4771224629852832906?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4771224629852832906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=4771224629852832906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4771224629852832906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4771224629852832906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/lookie-what-i-found.html' title='Lookie what i found....'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RzJeo2eLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dw2tIDz2LF8/s72-c/PickleOrnamentF7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3429236015582294538</id><published>2007-11-06T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:21:10.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaking out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gorden rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><title type='text'>AHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, so I am taking this Internet Psychology 101 class through my college. Which was a mistake to begin with, I have no idea what possessed me to take an Internet course instead of regular class. Maybe it was saving money that I didn't have to put out for extra child care. Well, then I guess this is what I get for being cheap.&lt;br /&gt;We have this Gorden Rule writing requirement that has to be met in order to pass specific classes at college. I had a Research and Respond Paper due at the begging of the month, which I was very proud of. Did it on Gender and Sexuality. Anyways, your supposed to submit it in the drop box before the due date. So, when I finished this assignment, I was totally stoked and turned it in early. Well, the teacher did not receive my paper. Now, let me clarify on the Gorden Rule writing requirement. Even if you pass every assignment and test with an A, and you do not score at least a 60% on the writing requirement, you fail the class. So, now my dilemma, if my teacher does not have this paper, I fail the class. Which,&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CAN NOT HAPPEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; So I send email after email, explaining that I did indeed turn in this assignment. I finally got a response back today, that "I could turn the paper in for her to read"...Now, what exactly does that mean? Is she going to read it and grade it, is she going to mark off a letter grade for being late, or is she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going to read the paper? I have no clue. But what I do know is that&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out because I have no idea if I am going to pass or fail this class. ugh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3429236015582294538?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3429236015582294538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3429236015582294538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3429236015582294538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3429236015582294538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhh.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-1154070764657606881</id><published>2007-11-01T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:18:37.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>WOW. Occtober is over already. Now its time to get ready for Thanksgiving.  One of my fav. holidays. Ofcourse Christmas is numero uno...This Thanksgiving, we are spending it with my in-laws in Orlando. My brother in-law is comming down from New Jersey, were going on a camping trip the weekend prior to thanksgiving, then on to eat until our pants wont buckle. lol. Ofcourse, my mother is going to Washington state for Thanksgiving. Its my grandparents 50th wedding aniversarie. I would love to be there, but the hubby can't get vacation time yet. She mom gets to eat turkey with the snow and I get to eat turkey with the Palm Trees yet again. How nice.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-1154070764657606881?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1154070764657606881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=1154070764657606881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/1154070764657606881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/1154070764657606881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-2336891528603622421</id><published>2007-10-18T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:23:52.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware</title><content type='html'>And just so you all know, I mean no offense to my post. Just describing what happened in my class and my opinion on the matter....Thanks and have a lovely day!!! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-2336891528603622421?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2336891528603622421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=2336891528603622421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2336891528603622421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2336891528603622421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/beware.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Beware&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-8599449067892817966</id><published>2007-10-18T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:22:19.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>Now, I am taking Psychology 101 and Social problems class. The Psychology class is an Internet course which I can honestly say I have only read 1 chapter out of the entire book. Its so boring, that I can seem to retain any of the information that I am Reading. But, I have to take all these Psych classes for my degree. Now the social problems class, I am taking with a bunch of kids right out of high school. And let me tell you. There opinions on social problems and my opinions are way off. Half the time I sit and keep my mouth shut, because I know if I open, I will piss people off. On week, we were discussing racism. Now, I am by no means, racist. I am however, prejudice against, stupid, ignorant, self-absorbed, pity partying fuckers!!!! Does not matter what color, religion, nationality you are. &lt;br /&gt;So of course, the question was asked, "do you feel that nationalities that were discriminated against or treated badly still deserve the receive the benefits that they still receive today"&lt;br /&gt;WOW.. So I answered. "NO" I think times have changed, and for the most part so has the majority of the population. Indians are not FORCED to live on reservations anymore, black people are not forced to ride on the back of the bus or drink out of different water fountains..and all the other stuff that I'm not going to put down....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel, AND AGAIN THIS IS MY &lt;strong&gt;OPINION&lt;/strong&gt;. That these horrible things did happen and thank god that there pretty much absolved, and I really feel that the(not saying which nationality or color, but you can probably guess)make there own problems for themselves know. It is no longer the WHITE MANS fault that they are living in poverty, because so do white people. IT is no longer the WHITE MANS fault that they do not have the same types of jobs as some white people, because there are white people who do not as well. I say you get over, and get on with the times.&lt;br /&gt;If my white son and your (different nationality child) both apply for the same job, and my child gets the job, then the employer is racist, however, if your child gets the job and my child doesn't, then you say yours is better qualified. &lt;br /&gt;And of course, you should have seen the looks and stares and frowns that I got from different nationality kids in my class. If looks could kill, Id be dead 5times over..&lt;br /&gt;  I say&lt;strong&gt; "get over your self"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-8599449067892817966?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8599449067892817966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=8599449067892817966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8599449067892817966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8599449067892817966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/food-for-thought.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food for thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-8468396963992458762</id><published>2007-10-17T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:00:15.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...what a day. A shity day at that. Ofcourse the wheather was ok. Not to hot, with a nice breeze. However, the steam in my home was killing me. I thought a weekend away would do me good. And then I would come home and things would be great. Nope. nope nope... My son is still the same. Except now, when ever he does not get his way, or If he gets mad at me, he goes to my fridge and pulls every thing out. Drives me nuts. I finally told him today, that if he was so intent on getting everything out of the fridge, that maybe he should take the sponge and clean it down as well.&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what he said. "ya" as he was shaking his head no...What a smartass. I wonder where he gets it from!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in my parenting mag today. Thought it was great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Alpha Mom says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* You have your baby in only two activities?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My 80 hour work week and my triplets keep me on my toes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My husband babysits during my manicure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should just grin and reply:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*We're busy building a hybrid car from legos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*WOW-I couldn't do all that! I'd miss Oprah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mine's really more of a dad than a sitter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had this section where parents submit photos of there kids based on the topic at that time. This months topic was pics of kids and the family pet playing together.  So I submitted a pic of my son and our Shit Zu  Gizmo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxbMEq2afoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Aog-HXLJ63I/s1600-h/m_3054930ea04373a6f81a32b234f556b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxbMEq2afoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Aog-HXLJ63I/s320/m_3054930ea04373a6f81a32b234f556b1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122506006774578818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-8468396963992458762?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8468396963992458762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=8468396963992458762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8468396963992458762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8468396963992458762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxbMEq2afoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Aog-HXLJ63I/s72-c/m_3054930ea04373a6f81a32b234f556b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-8547062692237546385</id><published>2007-10-16T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:16:42.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'> pics from GA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjxa2afnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z29In2dTxPM/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121969114387742322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjxa2afnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z29In2dTxPM/s320/Gorgia+Trip+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjiq2afmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tJsemE8e770/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121968860984671842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjiq2afmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tJsemE8e770/s320/Gorgia+Trip+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjQq2aflI/AAAAAAAAAJs/N9xci-qPXJI/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121968551747026514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjQq2aflI/AAAAAAAAAJs/N9xci-qPXJI/s320/Gorgia+Trip+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTi262afkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xGcqo3t-cZ4/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121968109365395010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTi262afkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xGcqo3t-cZ4/s320/Gorgia+Trip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTinq2afjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fEUfS_p-0i8/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121967847372389938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTinq2afjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fEUfS_p-0i8/s320/Gorgia+Trip+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-8547062692237546385?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8547062692237546385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=8547062692237546385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8547062692237546385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/8547062692237546385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/pics-from-ga.html' title='&lt;strong&gt; pics from GA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTjxa2afnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z29In2dTxPM/s72-c/Gorgia+Trip+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-2425122563451110768</id><published>2007-10-16T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:43:55.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cajun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the big easy'/><title type='text'>Gorgia..Land that I lov!!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love Georgia. My girlfriend from high school now lives up there, right outside of Atlanta, in Roswell, and a few friends and I decided we should go visit her. So, Leaving our kids home with the husband, we took off to have a weekend of fun...&lt;br /&gt;And boy was it fun. I can't remember the last time I drank as much as I did. We went through 2 cases of beer and 3 bottles of liquor. Im not bragging. I was actually quite shocked that we drank as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTgwa2afgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1uEC8TgE38M/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121965798672989698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTgwa2afgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1uEC8TgE38M/s320/Gorgia+Trip+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we did this weekend was make our way down to South Buckhead to go to a little cajun restuarnt called &lt;em&gt;The Big Easy&lt;/em&gt;. I recommend anybody who lives nearby or visits in Ga, to try this place. I had the &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;fried crawfish Po Boy ever. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxThMK2afhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/G76XELeSa54/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121966275414359570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxThMK2afhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/G76XELeSa54/s320/Gorgia+Trip+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in GA back in 2001. I had the best time while living there. Cold nights, cold morning. When we went back this weekend, it was so pretty. The leaves were all changing, and downtown Roswell had all these Harvest decorations. My fav time of year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxThq62afiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i8aufk3VvZ8/s1600-h/Gorgia+Trip+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121966803695336994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxThq62afiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i8aufk3VvZ8/s320/Gorgia+Trip+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-2425122563451110768?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2425122563451110768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=2425122563451110768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2425122563451110768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2425122563451110768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/gorgialand-that-i-lov.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Gorgia..Land that I lov!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RxTgwa2afgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1uEC8TgE38M/s72-c/Gorgia+Trip+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3826177827174582310</id><published>2007-10-09T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:55:06.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>" life and death "</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I received a phone call about 11am, which is 8am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; state. Which is where my dad lives, to tell me that my 42 year old uncle died of a massive heart attack. He lives in Michigan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, I lost it. My uncle Curt is so special to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was the one who smashed my finger in the hinge of the bedroom door as a toddler! He was also the one that would advise me on special spots and special memories! He was the only one from my fathers side of the family that actually attended my wedding! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; he wore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;moccasins&lt;/span&gt;!!! He's the great uncle. And I will miss him more than anything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.I.P Curtis Guilford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3826177827174582310?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3826177827174582310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3826177827174582310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3826177827174582310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3826177827174582310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-and-death.html' title='&quot; life and death &quot;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-2361433322415429258</id><published>2007-10-06T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:10:38.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugs'/><title type='text'>Sweetness in the mornings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love it when my husband is home.  I get to sleep in.  Usually on Saturdays and Sundays when he is home, I'll crawl out of bed around 9ish.  That's sleeping in for me.  However, last night I could not sleep, so I was watching movies until abut 4am when I decided to crawl into bed.  And my wonderful, great, husband, let me sleep in until almost 11am.  It felt so good.  I brought back memories from before parent hood.  How lovely.  It only lasted for about 10mins.  The time I woke up till when I got out of bed a made my way to the kitchen for coffee.  That was when I saw the light of my life come  running up to me for a hug and kiss.  Well, I didn't actually get a kiss, but a hug.  Nothing is better then that!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-2361433322415429258?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2361433322415429258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=2361433322415429258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2361433322415429258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/2361433322415429258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweetness-in-mornings.html' title='Sweetness in the mornings!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3071872653066767055</id><published>2007-10-06T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:12:26.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car seats'/><title type='text'>Safety my ass!!!</title><content type='html'>The other morning I was about to break down.  I was trying to clean my bathrooms and my son would NOT stop getting into the pantry.  It has one of those accordion doors, so its easy for him to open.  He would get out the cereal box and go to the couch, in the process of eating it, he was getting it every where.  So, today, well, Friday, I went to The Home Depot and bought one of those door lock that is position on top of the door, between the track and door over the bendy party.  Well thank the lord it was only about 3.00 because its a piece of shit.  One good hard yank, and the door opens right up!  Couldn't believe it.  Stupid cheap ass baby shit!!! uugghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, they make all this child safety stuff that is supposed to protect the child from getting hurt, and all it is is a pain in the ass for parents.  BABY GATES...Do you know HOW many times I have fallen on my face from having to step over those.  I'm not that tall, and my legs are short.  But if you get the ones with the swinging door, you paying an arm and a leg.  Go figure..&lt;br /&gt;CABINET LOCKS...I have the magnetic ones that drill into your cabinets and you hold the magnet on the outside and it unlocks.  25.00 for 4 locks.  I have 11 Cabinets.  And heaven forbid that I should need to get something out of the cabinet, I'm shit out of luck..OUTLET COVERS...There great, keeps child fingers and objects out.Love it...However, time to Vacuum and can't get the damn thing off to plug in the vacuum.  So much for a clean carpet.  CAR SEATS..Protects child in car, HAH.  My child has found a way to get OUT of his car seat without undoing the buckle.  And yes, I do have it tight enough..Easy for child to find way out and prevents parent from keeping him in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good are all these things.  I mean really.  There supposed to protect our children yet, THEY SUCK.  Either don't work right or there parent retardant.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3071872653066767055?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3071872653066767055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3071872653066767055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3071872653066767055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3071872653066767055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/safety-my-ass.html' title='Safety my ass!!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-4837949469246185479</id><published>2007-10-03T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:55:12.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time off</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, I am having this little dilemma.   A friend from high school lives in GA and another friend of mine wants to take a child free 2 1/2 day mini vacation to visit.  Leave on Friday, home on Sunday.  Would I love to go?  Yes, I would love to go away.  But, and that's a BIG BUT...What am I supposed to do without my child for almost 3 days.  He of course will be with daddy, but he has not been away from me.  Well, I have been told that it would be selfish of me to not go.  Yes, me selfish, huh...NOT...And maybe I am only thinking about myself here, but how am I going to leave him for 3 days.  I can't even tolerate the 3 hour class twice a week away from him.  Now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; says I should not go.  That it is too soon for me. lol  Notice how mom says its to soon for me!  She knows me so well.  But I have been thinking that after my wonderfully filled afternoon, that maybe I should go.  And when I come back and will have a knew perspective on "air walking".  Who knows.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-4837949469246185479?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4837949469246185479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=4837949469246185479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4837949469246185479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4837949469246185479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-off.html' title='Time off'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-4954791903970022509</id><published>2007-10-03T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:24:55.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desktop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>"Houdini"</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a new day. Last night I went a little stir crazy and decided that I needed to clean and take care of some "child" issues. So, I removed the side table from the living room. Figured I had solved the whole child climbing on table issue. Oh no...ohh no no no. While I was on the phone with my &lt;a href="http://www.notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;mother&lt;/a&gt;, and she was explaining the horriffic car accident that happended in front of her office today, and in the midst of complainging about my horrible day fending my poor house from child, said child, decided that he no longer needed a side table to step on or use to get from recliner to couch, that he could walk on air. YES. That is what I said. He walked from side of recliner staight unto this gaping whole to get to the couch. Thank golly that I am GREAT and was able to catch him by the seat of his pants, or his poor little head would have hit floor. My poor child. ughhh. He drives me nutzy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;a href="http://www.notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; said something in her &lt;a href="http://www.notagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about showing pics of desktops. So here goes. Now all that great, but it is what it is....a desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwRbone10QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Oesa_FPZYFg/s1600-h/pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117315829950959874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwRbone10QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Oesa_FPZYFg/s320/pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic on the left is my newphew who is 4 and pic on right is my son who is 17months.  Dog in middle is my mothers dog.  Great ass shots huh!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, to anybody who has or will leave me a comment, Im sorry if I do not respond back to you.  Im still very new to the blogging world and only just now figured out how to link!! I know, but some of us are a little slow....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-4954791903970022509?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4954791903970022509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=4954791903970022509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4954791903970022509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/4954791903970022509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/houdini.html' title='&quot;Houdini&quot;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwRbone10QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Oesa_FPZYFg/s72-c/pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3231443806653520205</id><published>2007-10-02T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:22:44.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids will be Kids</title><content type='html'>So that's what they say. Well, let me tell you. My son is impossible. I can't get a single thing accomplished when he is around. 'Well, that's normal' you say. No, my child is not. This is why... Many times now, I have heard strange noises from my sons room, I go in and much to my surprise, he is running around his bedroom. Now, he is 17 months old, and still in a crib. I look at the crib and the side bar is down. Now tell me, how did this happen. And no, it is not a defected crib. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKmbne10NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pBZ3RDv3J-4/s1600-h/Jorden2+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKmbne10NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pBZ3RDv3J-4/s320/Jorden2+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116835120031322322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in the living/kitchen area either cleaning or cooking, or eating, and when I turn around for just a moment, here is what he does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKnXXe10OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qCykJbENV30/s1600-h/jorden+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKnXXe10OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qCykJbENV30/s320/jorden+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116836146528506082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, THAT IS MY SIDE TABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heaven forbid I sit down, or run outside for a quick smoke because then he tries to get everything off of my counters...He pulled his toy bucket into the kitchen, turned it over, and stood on top of it. I must remind you again, that he was only around 15 months when he did this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKn9ne10PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-pk0M9E3yjg/s1600-h/jorden+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKn9ne10PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-pk0M9E3yjg/s320/jorden+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116836803658502386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids will be kids huh...ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3231443806653520205?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3231443806653520205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3231443806653520205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3231443806653520205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3231443806653520205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/kids-will-be-kids.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Kids &lt;/strong&gt;will be &lt;strong&gt;Kids&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKmbne10NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pBZ3RDv3J-4/s72-c/Jorden2+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-3357210714754753006</id><published>2007-10-02T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:06:42.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the Air!!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, and there was no sun shinning on me through the many windows in my bedroom.  It was great.  I get out of bed and walk ou the french doors to have my morning smoke, and behold, its windy, the leaves on the treas are starting to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKjB3e10KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QshwwUpTdgw/s1600-h/pics+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKjB3e10KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QshwwUpTdgw/s320/pics+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116831379114807458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; the actual tree in my backyard.  Of course, being a person who loves Fall, I would prefer to be looking at something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKjv3e10LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p0T-MzQord0/s1600-h/440702771sHOsmE_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKjv3e10LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p0T-MzQord0/s320/440702771sHOsmE_th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116832169388789938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, will never happen, because I live in Florida.  Now, Today started out just perfect.  Feeling of fall was in the air, so, my son and I spent the morning doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKkUHe10MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oK48u5tA_Os/s1600-h/pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKkUHe10MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oK48u5tA_Os/s320/pics+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116832792159047874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't wait to buy pumpkins and carve them, to line my huge walk way with them.  Cook up some pumkin seeds.  AHH. The only thing that can beat fall, is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WINTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Which does not happen in Florida. but beggars cant be choosers.  We take what is given to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-3357210714754753006?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3357210714754753006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=3357210714754753006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3357210714754753006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/3357210714754753006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-is-in-air.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Fall is in the Air!!!&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RwKjB3e10KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QshwwUpTdgw/s72-c/pics+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-426238357881360937</id><published>2007-08-20T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:10:54.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida's Wonderful System</title><content type='html'>Well, I start college this week.  First day of class is on Friday.. I have known about this week for awhile know but decided only Sat. that I still did not know where my son was going to be while I was at school. ( that so should be the other way around)..  I had called for a listing of Home Day Cares thinking that it would be a better environment for my son. ( easier for me to deal with if Im dropping him off at a house rather then a school).  So I go to my first home, I pull into the drive way and my first thought is 'this women has NO idea how to take care of her home'.  Im by no means a snob, but...well, maybe a little, but presentation is everything.  So I go to the door, I knock and it takes a few mins for her to get to the door.(should be a good thing if she is with children) She answers, I introduce my self and she lets me in the door.  What do I see next, @ giant reptile cages with huge ass fucking pythons! I AM SO NOT A SNAKE PERSON. I ask, the lady, we'll call her Big Bertha, (lol) if these cages are locked.  She replies that she will put up a gate when new children come until, and I quote "they learn not to touch".  Now, I have been telling my son not to touch certains things for awhile, he hasn't caught on yet.  Great.  Now I beging to notice the SMELL.  Like a mix of animal with some sort of fresh, or flower smell also.  Turns out she had 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 snakes, and a few other little cages I didn't ask about.  At this point all I can think is, no way in hell, no way in hell, no way in hell.  After being there for a few mins I put my son, who by this point is wiggling in my arms to see the other children, down on the floor.  He immedialtly runs to the big screen TV in the middle of the childrens play area.  Big Bertha proceeds to YELL, yes I said YELL, at my son not to touch the tv.  He starts crying and crawls between my feet, holding my ankels.  Who does this BITCH think she is, yelling like that at my son.  I could visualize myself kicking this women in her head.  However, I kept my cool and informed her that I had a few other places to see and I would get back intouch with her shortly and I walked very quickly to my car and left.  UGGHHH.  I didn't want to leave him with strangers in the first place, but I don't want to leave the home with him.  Somebody please explain to me how this women got a liscens for a home day care.  I just don't understand how she did it.  Being in her home sickend me.  ughh,,,Florida for ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-426238357881360937?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/426238357881360937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=426238357881360937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/426238357881360937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/426238357881360937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/08/floridas-wonderful-system.html' title='Florida&apos;s Wonderful System'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-7142566043228244974</id><published>2007-08-17T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:36:30.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Well, husband came home today.  As well as father in law showing up for visit as well.  Which wouldn't be such a bad thing if they got along.  Which they don't; for very long.  Husband didn't approve of the way his father was giving our son a bath.  So father in law got his undies in a bunch and has now decided that he is going to leave early.  Which there goes my baby sitter for my mothers ( aka notagranny ) party tomorrow.  What I don't understand about my husband, is why he can't just pick and choose what and when to piss off his father.  I don't seem to have a problem with it when it concerns MY parents.  Maybe its just the whole man thing.  Who knows.  And why do grandparents take things so rough.  Im sure they reacted the same way when they started out as parents. &lt;br /&gt; I read this article, that I also read to my mother..Difference from when you were a mother to now when you are a grandmother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER SAYS                                      GRANDMOTHER  SAYS&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me that way...                 What an exstensive vocab..&lt;br /&gt;No candy for breakfast...                    Do you want one piece or two...&lt;br /&gt;No running in the house...                   Lets play tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how they don't seem to remeber when they were starting out as new parents... By the way//My mom is great..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-7142566043228244974?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7142566043228244974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=7142566043228244974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/7142566043228244974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/7142566043228244974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-5786445803963281297</id><published>2007-08-17T00:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:25:38.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RsUjO9T1o-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2nJXrx8nGc/s1600-h/jorden+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RsUjO9T1o-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2nJXrx8nGc/s320/jorden+mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099520892949865442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-5786445803963281297?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5786445803963281297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=5786445803963281297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/5786445803963281297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/5786445803963281297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEYUdmZzHms/RsUjO9T1o-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2nJXrx8nGc/s72-c/jorden+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853032135915207083.post-7949357363279636890</id><published>2007-08-17T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:54:52.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince WHO?</title><content type='html'>I never understood how ordinary life can be. The story book romance and fairy tales never exist. We girls grow up to be women thinking and hoping that we always choose that perfect guy. Unbeknownst to us, it does not exist. That peevishly handsome stranger that saves the day, the best guy friend that turns out to be our lover, the gentlemen that rescue us from ourselves, will never be. We are ordinary. I had hoped that it would happen to me, dreamed it every night and after years of marriage I still dream it to be. But hello, girls, wake the fuck up….For most of us, it’s the guy we met on the corner, at the bar, grocery store, friends house, blind date or the internet. We don’t need to be saved, haven’t been best friends since first grade, and we’re already great people. So, why do the story books do this to us? Give us false dreams and tell us to hold on to them so that when we never find him or it, we settle or take the first one that looks good. It’s always the women who didn’t hold on to that dream that end up with Mr. McDreamy….Well, I vote we get rid of Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Don’t pick up any more romance novels. How would our young girls fain then? Will they go through life with out heart ach? Will they end up with the guy of their dreams if their not dreaming of perfection that does not exist? How would this change our young girls?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/853032135915207083-7949357363279636890?l=cantstandmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7949357363279636890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=853032135915207083&amp;postID=7949357363279636890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/7949357363279636890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/853032135915207083/posts/default/7949357363279636890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantstandmadness.blogspot.com/2007/08/prince-who.html' title='Prince WHO?'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11709177623434163359</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/_sEYUdmZzHms/TCKyLQmlEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/xKrjr4WTdIY/S220/thomas+the+train.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
