<?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-23944010</id><updated>2011-08-15T03:14:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCMamaForever</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog to keep in touch with the weeds and hoes from the Garden.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-4509039449668055861</id><published>2007-05-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:55:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Venture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.etsy.com/flash/spots/etsy_mini.swf?user_id=5167846&amp;user_name=OCMama&amp;item_source=shop&amp;item_size=thumbnail&amp;rows=4&amp;columns=1" width="92" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.etsy.com/flash/spots/etsy_mini.swf?user_id=5167846&amp;user_name=OCMama&amp;item_source=shop&amp;item_size=thumbnail&amp;rows=4&amp;columns=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#D35701; font-size:14px; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.etsy.com" &gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: none; color:#D35701; font-size:10px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://www.etsy.com" &gt;Buy Handmade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#0192B5; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://OCMama.etsy.com"&gt;OCMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-4509039449668055861?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4509039449668055861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=4509039449668055861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/4509039449668055861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/4509039449668055861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-venture.html' title='New Venture!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-8820690129299152207</id><published>2007-05-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T11:59:22.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So annoyed</title><content type='html'>OMG I get SO pissed at people who make statements like the one made on the Garden WRT the computer and our MM's. Excuse me, but first of all, I don't recall anyone asking for your OPINION on MM's using the computer and second of all... WTF do you think you are? Neither one of my kids are bumps on a log and they have both used the computer at a young age. I suppose if you park them in front of the monitor all day its no better then the T.V. but come on. Who is doing that? Not me. I use it as a tool in addition to reading books and coloring and all the other stuff I work my ass off to squeeze into my very busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love how a woman with one child feels justified in telling me, someone who has FOUR kids, from 7 to 10 months, during the week what I should not be doing. WTF ever. Walk a day in my shoes and tell me again what I'm doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So :op Take that. How ya like me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO Sorry to rant, but ugh that really made me mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-8820690129299152207?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8820690129299152207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=8820690129299152207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/8820690129299152207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/8820690129299152207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-annoyed.html' title='So annoyed'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-4656873462016739925</id><published>2007-05-17T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:56:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jubilation!!</title><content type='html'>My new Hyena Cart store is up and doing well! I'm so very excited by my newfound craft. :o) Sewing is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am doing better. Thanks to everyone who has been a source of comfort and support these past weeks, it's a rocky road but we'll get to the end! Together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Just wanted to share my happiness with my new project. I have things to sew, gotta go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-4656873462016739925?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4656873462016739925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=4656873462016739925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/4656873462016739925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/4656873462016739925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/05/jubilation.html' title='Jubilation!!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-3157725624797349608</id><published>2007-05-15T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:48:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; I wanna have the same last dream again,&lt;br /&gt;the one where I wake up and I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Just as the four walls close me within,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are opened up with pure sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;even if your hope has burned with time,&lt;br /&gt;anything that's dead shall be re-grown,&lt;br /&gt;and your vicious pain, your warning sign,&lt;br /&gt;you will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Any type of love - it will be shown,&lt;br /&gt;like every single tree reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know,&lt;br /&gt;that I will pick you up&lt;br /&gt;like you for I,&lt;br /&gt;I felt this thing,&lt;br /&gt;I can't replace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-3157725624797349608?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3157725624797349608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=3157725624797349608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/3157725624797349608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/3157725624797349608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-392028663693231743</id><published>2007-05-12T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:11:43.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me and explain</title><content type='html'>Was that supposed to help? It didn't. You are wrong about so many things, including me. I know that doesn't happen to you often, but it is right now. A friend doesn't just stop being a friend because you make a decision that doesn't sit well. At least I wouldn't have. The only reason I'm doing it now is because my heart can't take the attacks. You will find out later that you are wrong, of that I'm sure. By that time it will probably be too late to repair. Maybe not, I guess we will cross that bridge if we ever come to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not healthy? For who? You or me? Because my God, please tell me what about the entire situation is healthy? Driving out the people you care about and who care about you is whats not healthy. It doesn't have to be like this. It just doesn't. If you cared enough you would have made it work, like I was trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right about one thing. I don't agree with your choice, I told you before I just don't want you to do something that has huge ramifications that you could regret one. You can never take this back my friend, and any damage that it does will be hard as hell for you to repair. One day you will have to answer her questions and I hope you have something better to say to her then you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already. I sent you a Mother's Day card a few weeks ago that you'll get tomorrow. Obviously disregard the mush mush'ing and "call me" But don't ignore the part about how much I love you and want the best for you. I mean that still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-392028663693231743?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/392028663693231743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=392028663693231743' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/392028663693231743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/392028663693231743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/05/call-me-and-explain.html' title='Call me and explain'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-9146373166119639296</id><published>2007-05-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:28:23.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nowhere else to go</title><content type='html'>Ok so that isn't technically true. I guess I could purge my guts to the board-again. But I don't want to. I'm tired of dragging my guts out for everyone to see. I appreciate the support I've gotten so much but I need to vent in a place where you can either choose to read it or not. Not everyone knows about my blog anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is eating away at me like nothing I have ever experienced. I have literally been sobbing for 2 days now. So much so that my eyes are just about swollen shut. My husband actually took pity on me and brought me home dinner and a special dessert. This is huge coming from someone who can't understand how online friends are, in fact, actual friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I broke up with my first boyfriend, you know that awful feeling that nothing will ever be right? For example, I'm moving home to CA and I'm wondering how I'm going to do that without Tarina. As if she was going to be here packing or something. I know, I'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking my inbox like crazy and running like a madwoman to my cell each time it rings, thinking FOR SURE this time it will be her saying she can't do this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not. I keep thinking that maybe the best thing about this for her is the love of a friend, sometimes its just enough to know it's there. Even if she didn't earn it, or want it or need it. There it is, no matter how bad it gets. She wants me to go, so I will let her be... No matter how much I want to pick up the phone. I won't. But she is killing me. This is killing me. But she doesn't want me to care right now. Maybe she never will again. Maybe she'll call me tomorrow. She's stronger then that though. Anyhow who can flat out tell someone they are close to that they don't want their friendship isn't going to be fazed by my outpouring of grief. She's changed her IM, I fully expect her to boot me off her friends list &amp;amp; make it private, and then change her email. She probably will never even see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't. This morning I wanted her to just fucking notice. I wanted her to feel bad that she is doing this. I know she said she did in her blog but it wasn't enough. Now I am back to just the worst sadness, but I don't want to share it with her. I want her to be happy. I want her to not look back if that's what she wants. I want her to feel like she tied up every loose end she could and move on. Because this is what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-9146373166119639296?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/9146373166119639296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=9146373166119639296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/9146373166119639296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/9146373166119639296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-nowhere-else-to-go.html' title='I have nowhere else to go'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-3048241049612279226</id><published>2007-03-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:16:42.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>See what I've done in bold type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it (everyday for the rest of my life)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea (from the beach)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise (LOTS!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper (Everyday!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Asked out a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice (does the Venetian in Vegas count? LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;87. Eaten shark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Raised children/currently raising child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild (that was fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;148. Shaved your head (don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;150. Saved someone’s life. (my own)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-3048241049612279226?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3048241049612279226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=3048241049612279226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/3048241049612279226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/3048241049612279226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-ive-done.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-7957369495030389293</id><published>2007-03-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:39:09.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Listening To</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by my favorite blogger, CrunchyCon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I'm listening to, mostly at home since I don't get out much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Recurring Dream, The Best of Crowded House. Mostly Better Be Home Soon and Distant Sun. (Thanks T)&lt;br /&gt;2. Awake: The Best of Live. I love Live. My wedding song is Dance With You.&lt;br /&gt;3. A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar, Dashboard Confessional. All of it. Repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lots of Depeche Mode. Black Celebration, Sweetest Perfection, When the Body Speaks, To Have and To Hold, and But Not Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our Lady Peace: A Decade&lt;br /&gt;6. Credence Clearwater Revival. Not sure of the albums names since it is a mix I put together years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, other then the occasional Fergie. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-7957369495030389293?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7957369495030389293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=7957369495030389293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/7957369495030389293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/7957369495030389293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-im-listening-to.html' title='What I&apos;m Listening To'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-9195236790374267513</id><published>2007-02-20T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:49:04.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The challenge</title><content type='html'>Hola faithful Garden hoes. I know, I know. I'll wait for you SIX to pick yourself up off your keyboards since surely the shock of yet another NEW post in such a short time span has left you in a dead faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so anyhow, you may recall my post on Michael taking the test for the Challenge Program at his school. He did and he passed. Put the confetti away. Oh was that just me? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director and I had a long chat about Michael's *social* maturity. After that chat and an even longer chat with DH we have decided to keep him where he is for now. I feel like that's such a letdown after the build up I gave it but hear me out. I do not believe that he is applying himself to learning the BASICS. I think it all comes easy so he breezes through. I mean his handwriting is atrocious. And when he is given an assignment with 3-4 different steps, like circle the nouns, underline the verbs etc, he is allllll over the place. "Oh that's a noun! Verb! Verb! Noun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I am going to homeschool him after school. We are working on penmanship, taking our time to follow directions carefully. Extra artsy stuff. I'm like Kumon at home. I want to be as complementary to his current schooling as possible without killing him or giving him busy work. But I really want him to learn how to learn so that when he does finally head off to bigger and better things, he is really ready. Not just intellectually, but mentally and socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of things, Benjamin has decided he LOVES homework. So I bought him a little workbook too. He has the greatest time "working" with his big brother. Hopefully he is getting something out of this as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-9195236790374267513?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/9195236790374267513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=9195236790374267513' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/9195236790374267513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/9195236790374267513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/02/challenge.html' title='The challenge'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-2279014731974368002</id><published>2007-02-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:54:51.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the SHAME!</title><content type='html'>Of being publicly called out for the non-update status of your blog. LOL I am so sorry to the devout 4 of you who read my blog! I know you know I've been busy adjusting to week-day life with 5 kids. The majority of whom are 3 and younger. It's busy. But fun of course. I love kids and babies. And yes, I am insane. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are good! DH got a job as a Kitchen Manager/Executive Chef and he loves it. We got a great tax return and paid off all our late bills and put a good chunk into savings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-2279014731974368002?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2279014731974368002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=2279014731974368002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/2279014731974368002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/2279014731974368002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-shame.html' title='Oh the SHAME!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-6711036255404029162</id><published>2007-01-19T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:41:33.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Food Things</title><content type='html'>Five Food Things:&lt;br /&gt;More yay! Because I'm SURE there is a burning neeeeeed within you all to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I LOVE sweet pickles. So much that I will eat sweet relish straight from the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am a total apple chip addict. They are SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I drink gallons of iced tea a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I cannot stand for any of the food on my plate to (gasp!) TOUCH! OMG ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I make a mean pound cake from scratch. With one lb of butter its aptly named.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-6711036255404029162?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6711036255404029162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=6711036255404029162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/6711036255404029162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/6711036255404029162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/01/five-food-things.html' title='Five Food Things'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-1873304600719559785</id><published>2007-01-12T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:09:19.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! I am LOVED!</title><content type='html'>I was feeling SO left out of the whole Virtual Cocktail party hoopla!! And my dear sweet CK knew just how to fix this! Yippee and thanks darling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you didn't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I chose to transfer to the high school I graduated from because a cute boy I kissed in middle school attended there. I ended up shoving him off me back to the drivers side of his Range Rover and running home in tears after our first and only date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I have a serious hair twirling problem, exacerbated by stress and exhaustion. The left piece of hair right in the front in a good 4 to 5 inches shorter then the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I was in fact NOT named after Elvis Presley's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have ALWAYS wanted to be a teacher. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I know every single word to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. I have seen it on stage 3 times and cried every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-1873304600719559785?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1873304600719559785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=1873304600719559785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/1873304600719559785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/1873304600719559785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2007/01/yay-i-am-loved.html' title='Yay! I am LOVED!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116711590363783058</id><published>2006-12-25T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:51:43.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep truckin on</title><content type='html'>So DH has 2 part time jobs starting tomorrow. This is a just for now deal until he gets a final offer from the place we are hoping for. It seems that I can officially label 2006 as the most hectic year of my life. You know what though? I can also say that I'm ok with that. I honestly wouldn't change a thing. It has been incredibly trying, that's true. But it has also been eye opening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Christmas! The boys made out nicely. I must say that my favorite gift this year was by far from my favorite Garden hoes. And not just because it's a great gift. (It is.) Because it is so perfect for me. It does make me giggle to think that 3 women I have never physically met know me SO WELL. I suppose hours of IM's, thousands of message board posts and countless phone calls will lead to that, but still. Even if it had been a tube of lip gloss I would still have been so touched. It feels good to know I am on someone's mind. I love the three of you. I really do. I could love you no more if we were friends IRL. It is my feverent wish to be able to tell you that in person some day! To give you each a hug and just shoot the breeze for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add one thing though, totally off subject. Simply because I need to get it off my chest. Today was very hard. I missed my family. I do not know what God's plan for me is, and that's ok. I just prayed tonight for peace. And patience. I need to slow down and realize that I'm part of a bigger picture here. Why am I here? What can I learn? And what is God trying to tell me? I will never know until I stop, take a deep breath, and just listen. I am a planner, kwim? I need to know what the game plan so I can go go go. Get it done. So of course there is a lesson here. Let go and let God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sincerely trying. It's much harder then it sounds, especially for a control freak like me. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I happen to like it, Psalm 46:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 God is our refuge and strength,&lt;br /&gt;       an ever-present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way&lt;br /&gt;       and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 though its waters roar and foam&lt;br /&gt;       and the mountains quake with their surging.&lt;br /&gt;       Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,&lt;br /&gt;       the holy place where the Most High dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 God is within her, she will not fall;&lt;br /&gt;       God will help her at break of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;&lt;br /&gt;       he lifts his voice, the earth melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 The LORD Almighty is with us;&lt;br /&gt;       the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;br /&gt;       Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 Come and see the works of the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;       the desolations he has brought on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth;&lt;br /&gt;       he breaks the bow and shatters the spear,&lt;br /&gt;       he burns the shields with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 "Be still, and know that I am God;&lt;br /&gt;       I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;br /&gt;       I will be exalted in the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 The LORD Almighty is with us;&lt;br /&gt;       the God of Jacob is our fortress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116711590363783058?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116711590363783058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116711590363783058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116711590363783058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116711590363783058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-keep-truckin-on.html' title='Just keep truckin on'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116655334019342548</id><published>2006-12-19T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:35:40.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another absence</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been gone AGAIN. DH is still on the job hunt. Many interviews, many 2nds and call backs but nothing for sure yet. I know he is anxious. I am as well. We are both pretty tired of each other LOL Well, that's my update for now. I'll try to update more often, but with DH home all damn day its hard. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116655334019342548?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116655334019342548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116655334019342548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116655334019342548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116655334019342548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-absence.html' title='Another absence'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116300740483905429</id><published>2006-11-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:36:44.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>Well thankfully my disappointment over the recent elections is overshadowed by my impending vacation!!! Yipppppppppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! We will hit up Disneyland (for free since BIL works there) I can't wait to drop the kids with my mom, grab my DH and take a drive down PCH (Pacific Coast Highway), just like we used to as teenagers. Down to the Balboa Pennisula and back up to at least Newport. We have this place by Crystal Cove in Newport Beach. I'm pretty sure it's the official makeout spot for South OC kids LMAO But it overlooks the tidepools and jetty off PCH and Marguerite, the one with a lighthouse. It's so quiet and beautiful. I can't wait. I can't wait to spend ALL of Sunday night with Mindy. No kids, just us on her porch, sipping Starbucks liquor and eventually champagne. She has a heater out there on the porch, so we should stay warm. Despite to 70 degree weather. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things we will do, but these are what I'm waiting for....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116300740483905429?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116300740483905429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116300740483905429' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116300740483905429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116300740483905429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/11/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116249802630863646</id><published>2006-11-02T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:07:06.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We be "illin"</title><content type='html'>Is that even the right spelling? LOL Oh well. I feel like C-R-A-P. My body hurts and my head hurts and my throat hurts. Thank God for nap time. And the promise of Nyquil tonight. Ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116249802630863646?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116249802630863646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116249802630863646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116249802630863646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116249802630863646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-be-illin_02.html' title='We be &quot;illin&quot;'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116248989831217667</id><published>2006-11-02T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:51:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Undone</title><content type='html'>Does it seem to anyone else that our country is unraveling at lightning speed? I mean we are all at each others throats about "the issues" Don't get me wrong, I stand to the Right and I am passionate about my beliefs. But all this name-calling, the implication that such and such group is stupid because they don't believe like I do. The anger and violence. It's just so out of control. It's crazy. We are all in this together, like it or not. And we are not going to change anything for the better if we don't stop tearing each other to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116248989831217667?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116248989831217667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116248989831217667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116248989831217667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116248989831217667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-undone_02.html' title='Come Undone'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116223088034199816</id><published>2006-10-30T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:54:40.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you TRU</title><content type='html'>Thank you Toys R Us for sending that giant, shiny, 50-paged ad to my home in this Sunday's newpaper. It was so thoughtful how you placed it right in the middle of my Sunday coupons. Right where my 6 year old just couldn't miss it. And so helpful how you included that blurb on the front page instructing said 6 year old to just check the YES box next to the toys he wants. Yes thank you for all the overpriced, battery operated junk. The kind of toys with no off switch that I will inevitably step on on my way to pee at 2 a.m. The kind that will sound like the detonation of a WWII land mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the educational toys as well. That are so expensive my husband and I will need to take out a second mortgage just to pay for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116223088034199816?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116223088034199816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116223088034199816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116223088034199816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116223088034199816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-tru.html' title='Thank you TRU'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116197844415913743</id><published>2006-10-27T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:47:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo shoot by Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/bandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/bandme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116197844415913743?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116197844415913743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116197844415913743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116197844415913743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116197844415913743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-shoot-by-michael.html' title='Photo shoot by Michael'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116197727385905992</id><published>2006-10-27T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:27:53.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Babysitting</title><content type='html'>Just FYI when one baby removes his diaper and runs around screaming, the other two babies are compelled to also remove their diapers and run around screaming. So not only am I wondering what the neighbors think (I have a huge window in the living room), my eardrums are also bleeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116197727385905992?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116197727385905992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116197727385905992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116197727385905992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116197727385905992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/adventures-in-babysitting.html' title='Adventures in Babysitting'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116197711766098527</id><published>2006-10-27T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:25:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael</title><content type='html'>Is 6 1/2 years old, right? Not 16, not 26, hell not even double digits. But just TRY telling him that. Ever since he started first grade, found friends on our street and started taking the bus to and from school.. well he thinks he is the baddest mo-fo in Seattle. Starting Monday of this week he was no longer allowed to play his Gameboy with his friends on the front porch. Why? Because not once, not twice, but THREE times I walked outside to check on him and found him halfway up the block, chasing his buddies. After he was given specific instructions to STAY ON THE PORCH. So now he has gotten that privledge revoked. He struts around here telling me what he is going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: I'm going to paint my dragons now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, Michael. Please wait until tomorrow so Dad can take Benjamin outside or something where he won't bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: *huge sigh* Oh Mom, I told you IT'S FINE. I'll lay some newspaper down and it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, no. I said wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: It's not that big of a deal MOM. It'll be ok!!! *exasperation dripping from every word*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will note now that the box of dragons remains unopened on top of the fridge, waiting for paint. And the child in question remains in his closet, waiting for food. Just kidding. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invites his friends in, serves them our food, takes them into my bedroom for tours. Lets them borrow his Gameboy. (I nipped that in the bud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet jiminy, what am I in for when he really is a teenager???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116197711766098527?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116197711766098527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116197711766098527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116197711766098527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116197711766098527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/michael.html' title='Michael'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116170863751995192</id><published>2006-10-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:50:38.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>Online friends specifically. Who knew? Who knew I could feel so close to a group of women I never met, many of whom I will never meet. We have seen each other through birth, through death, been there for the ups and the downs. Provided steadfast support to each other no matter what. I am eternally grateful for all of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116170863751995192?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116170863751995192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116170863751995192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116170863751995192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116170863751995192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116122324388247999</id><published>2006-10-18T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:00:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutritionists around the world are crying</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure this is not any healthy, normal persons idea of a pre-workout snack. 'Cept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/donutstix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/donutstix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/calories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/calories.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had TWO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116122324388247999?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116122324388247999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116122324388247999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116122324388247999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116122324388247999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/nutritionists-around-world-are-crying.html' title='Nutritionists around the world are crying'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-116111927976319484</id><published>2006-10-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:07:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my break</title><content type='html'>I took a blogging break. There has really been nothing new to report that I hadn't already shared on the board. But I was gently reminded that I am due for an update. LOL Thanks CK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could drone on and on about how much better I am feeling about everything. Because really I am. I must have been in some state of depression for many years now because I am functioning on a level I thought I would never get to again. So that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I wanted to share this. I have found something here in Washington that I would never have found in California. I am needed. More then I need from others. I am no longer the child out here. I am an adult on my own 2 feet and not only do other people count on me, I am capable of being counted on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-116111927976319484?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116111927976319484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=116111927976319484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116111927976319484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/116111927976319484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-from-my-break.html' title='Back from my break'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115679559857295863</id><published>2006-08-28T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:06:38.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 5-8</title><content type='html'>GOOD! Better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled Friday and Saturday with feeling a little drained and listless again, but Sunday I took a full tablet and voila! Today I feel great. My house is semi-clean. I am dressed. I brushed my hair. No banshee like screaming at the kids. YAY! YAY! YAY! It still makes me a bit drowsy but I take it at night so it's not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however still having a hard time with sleep. I think that should work itself out though. I am a light sleeper anyhow and this apartment seems to be situated so that I hear everyone coming and going all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at yet another house to rent this weekend and oooooooo I LOVE it. I should hear from the lady today on if we get it or not. I so hope we do but you know what? If we don't it won't be the end of the world. There are other houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, depression. You thought you had me but NOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115679559857295863?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115679559857295863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115679559857295863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115679559857295863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115679559857295863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/08/days-5-8.html' title='Days 5-8'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115660981378967560</id><published>2006-08-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:30:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 (late)</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I didn't get a chance to post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good. Instead of feeling bad about alot of things, I feel a little better of them. I have alot more patience for my kids and hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Michael to the ped and it is stress.. The dr told me its pretty common for kids his age to express stress in this way though. DH took Michael out just the 2 of them last night for dinner and I have been trying to make a special effort to hang with him too. Just reading together or something. I have been so wrapped up in myself I couldn't see past my own problems. My poor baby. I guess the good news is we do care and we are taking steps now to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't post any more this weekend. This blog is like my diary and I don't really want DH to know it exists. I like having a place to be totally unfiltered and I think if I knew he might read it, I would censor my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115660981378967560?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115660981378967560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115660981378967560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115660981378967560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115660981378967560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-4-late.html' title='Day 4 (late)'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115646525960928547</id><published>2006-08-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:20:59.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. ok I'm am fighting a case of the super gags BAD right now. Remind me to NEVER again even so much as look as a can of fucking salmon. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a little droopy. I think that I am starting to adjust to the low dose I'm on, although I have another 3 days of this half a tablet nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sad because Michael is having a hard time. I noticed a patch of thin thin thin hair where he has been pulling/twirling it. I'm assuming it is stress, I do the same thing when I am stressed. Although T reminded me not to project MY issues onto my child. LMAO Ok point taken. I'm still taking him to the ped tomorrow. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a YAY note, Benjamin has used the potty ALL day. He has had a diaper on once or twice but he takes it off and uses his little potty. Woohoo! That so rocks! I hope to have him mostly trained in the next 2 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115646525960928547?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115646525960928547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115646525960928547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115646525960928547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115646525960928547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115638488211956924</id><published>2006-08-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:01:22.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Better. I am still tired. I guess that is one of the side effects that should wear off after a week or so. But today is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really afraid to say I feel great just in case tomorrow I wake up crazy again, kwim? I still know, no matter where in Washington I am, exactly which way to the freeway that will take me home BUT I am functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't snap at either kid more than once today. And it was warrented the one time I did. LOL Well? Damn kids. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all today has been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH has called me twice just to see how I am doing. I am not sure if this is because he is worried about me or worried I am going to come unglued on the kids. LMAO Kidding. I am kidding. I wouldn't hurt my kids. See? Finding humor means I am ok, right? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115638488211956924?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115638488211956924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115638488211956924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115638488211956924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115638488211956924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115628622461941611</id><published>2006-08-22T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:37:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I'm documenting this more for myself then anyone else. It has been so long since I updated this blog, I'm not sure anyone is even reading anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of what I'm feeling today has to do with the fact that I am getting help. I feel better today. Not great but better. I slept pretty restlessly last night, but I went to bed at 10:30 rather then 1 or 2 a.m. So yeah 9 hours of on &amp; off sleep does feel better then 5 or 6. I cleaned out the mini-closet in the dining room. A project I had been putting off for no good reason other then there were Sims to play. It feels good to have that done. I still have very little patience and sadly Michael and Benjamin feel that all day. Today was better though. I am not saying anything has profoundly changed but at least a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115628622461941611?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115628622461941611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115628622461941611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115628622461941611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115628622461941611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115349783435464802</id><published>2006-07-21T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:03:54.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst blogger ever</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I took a break. Actually, life has gotten busy lately and none of it is really interesting enough to blog about. I beat Super Mario Bros 3 and am working on Zelda. Classic NES games. I have discovered GameFly, for my son of course, and am hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Dashboard was amazing. I think I raved about that on Myspace. I got the stomach flu afterwards but it was still a rockin show. Darby and I (with my husband and all 4 kids) drove up to BC and had a wonderful time BBQ'ing with Kelli and Sara and Kelli's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad fell at work and is pretty bad off, so I'm not sure the trip to Vegas and drive to CA is going to happen... I'm so super bummer about that. I haven't even told the board. I have been on such a "no whining" spree I hate to ruin it now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115349783435464802?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115349783435464802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115349783435464802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115349783435464802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115349783435464802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/07/worst-blogger-ever.html' title='Worst blogger ever'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115050243928348159</id><published>2006-06-16T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:00:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers...Allies</title><content type='html'>Be-be Brother *crying*: "Brooooooo-ther! Mama put Be-be in the naughty spot" (Tattle tail!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother: "So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO brotherly love at it's finest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-115050243928348159?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115050243928348159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115050243928348159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115050243928348159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115050243928348159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/06/brothersallies.html' title='Brothers...Allies'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-115022949226696994</id><published>2006-06-13T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:11:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sky glows&lt;br /&gt;I see it shining with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;I hear your warnings but we both know&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look at it again&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;The road is now a sudden sea&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, you're deep enough&lt;br /&gt;To lay your armor down&lt;br /&gt;To lay your armor downTo lay your armor down&lt;br /&gt;You get one look&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you something that the night took&lt;br /&gt;A bit to early for my own good&lt;br /&gt;Now let's not speak of it again&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;The road is now a sudden sea&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, you're deep enough&lt;br /&gt;To lay your armor down&lt;br /&gt;To lay your armor down&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;The lights will flash and fade away&lt;br /&gt;The days will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;To lay your armor down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris &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/23944010-115022949226696994?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115022949226696994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=115022949226696994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115022949226696994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/115022949226696994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/06/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114996921974847957</id><published>2006-06-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:53:59.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like A Woman</title><content type='html'>LMAO Maybe I am bipolar or some other such disorder because I am no longer in such a frenzy to leave.... Or maybe everyone else in my shoes feels the same way I just like to talk and talk about it. But here you are reading so what does that say? ;) And I guess I love my husband. You Garden Hoes really know how to talk a girl down. I mean really. I'm still immature and impulsive enough to have left my husband over this. I'm really very lucky to have people like you in my life to steer me back on the right path. I love you all and want you to know I'm here if anyone ever needs me. I may not have tons of good advice but I care and I can listen. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114996921974847957?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114996921974847957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114996921974847957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114996921974847957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114996921974847957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-like-woman.html' title='I Feel Like A Woman'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114961461424668932</id><published>2006-06-06T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:23:34.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Liam and Gavin!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I am a couple days late! CK's twins were are here!!! Welcome to the Garden Liam and Gavin and congrats CK! We knew yu could do it! Now the fun begins LOL I love you, take care and come home soon ok? We miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114961461424668932?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114961461424668932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114961461424668932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114961461424668932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114961461424668932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-liam-and-gavin.html' title='Welcome Liam and Gavin!!!!!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114917912053438625</id><published>2006-06-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:25:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or should I go now?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. I have been seriously lacking in the update department. SORRY! I am just wallowing in self pity. You know, that can be really time consuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it's like this. My marriage is not going to survive this move. I resent him for making me stay and he will resent me for making him go. We are comfortable financially for the first time in our life together. This means alot to him. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand I am unhappy away from my family. Michael even said "Mom, I didn't know how it would feel to be so far away. I do now, and I don't like it." Ok I realize he is 6 but those could have been my words. I am depressed. I cry everyday. Not just a pretty tear or 2 but actual panicked sobbing. Panicked because the idea of not going home makes me feel completely freaked. Maybe I should be on medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the house all day. I haven't even made a real attempt at finding a church for us. We visited that one, with the dad who found Michael the day he was lost, but it just didn't feel the same as the church we left. Those people were actually like family. I felt like a part of them. I don't feel that here and I know it's not "here" it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot subject my husband to this anymore. He is a wreck. My kids are a wreck. Part of me wants to get my kids and my cat and just go. Leave DH here. He loves his job so much and the money well then here you go. A very small part wants to tough it out. And then the other part wants to help DH find another job in CA and try to make it as a whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like I was in love with my husband for a few years now. When Michael was about 2, I took him and left Dh for about 3 months. He swore he'd change and things would be different etc. Well it's not. Because it wasn't all him to begin with. I have my own issues. We don't connect anymore. I don't want to kiss him or even really spend much time with him. When he left to come up here for a week (we still lived in CA) I didn't miss him. I didn't like being home alone at night but I didn't miss him. That's not right. A wife should want and love her husband. He is a great guy too, I mean he has given SO much for me and our kids. I want him to be happy. I just don't think it's going to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what the hell I'm going to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114917912053438625?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114917912053438625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114917912053438625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114917912053438625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114917912053438625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go-now.html' title='Should I stay or should I go now?'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114849430362893556</id><published>2006-05-24T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:11:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends new friends, pink friends blue friends</title><content type='html'>Repost from my MySpace blog, but I'm opening it up for comments here. I know you won't know anyone who I'm talking about but I want your opinions nonetheless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you really want to know what happened to me that made me disappear the last time, I'll you this much: My husband got super pissed over a friend on my list that he felt was inappropriate. Was he right? Probably. We are married and I knew this person would bother him. Did I behave inappropriately? No, I would say not. But anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then turned from one person in particular to an interrogation on ALL my male friends. Which leads me to this question. What is the difference between girl friends and boy friends? And why should I be forced to give up contact with people who were a part of my life at one time or another just because of their gender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, my gosh we spent 4 years together everyday and had some amazing experiences together. You were my support sometimes and other times just there to laugh with me. I value that even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David; we were not friends, although we've known each other since middle school. What I find interesting is how I never managed to cross your path, even though we share some really similar interests, some not so similar but I think you are a cool enough guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Josh. Well, what can I say? You have had a direct impact on my life throughout middle and high school. I can thank you for introducing me to James Taylor and for giving me the memory of you dancing with a laundry basket on your head to my Bob Marley music when you though I wasn't looking. I was. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that being said, what makes you guys any different from my girlfriends? You are part of who I am today in some capacity.&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself if I would feel the same way about him, if he had girl friends? Well I don't know. He doesn't. AT ALL. He doesn't talk about other girls, friends or otherwise. It's as though he was in a basement until he met me, ok so not really. In the beginning of our relationship he told me a little here and there so I know he had plenty of other girls before me. But none that he kept in contact with. If he were to pop off now with a friend, I might be concerned since it's not in his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least 2 of you I mentioned above have been around before him and throughout our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is that I don't think I should have to give you up. It's not like I'm out making new male friends. You have been there forever.&lt;br /&gt;If you have made it through this long-winded blog post, thank you. You are a saint...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114849430362893556?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114849430362893556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114849430362893556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114849430362893556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114849430362893556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/old-friends-new-friends-pink-friends.html' title='Old friends new friends, pink friends blue friends'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114805795727297796</id><published>2006-05-19T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:59:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question of Lust</title><content type='html'>I cannot even believe I forgot to wish my two favorite men a Happy Birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21- Happy Birthday Robert Smith!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9- Happy Birthday Dave Gahan!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Seriously, yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114805795727297796?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114805795727297796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114805795727297796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114805795727297796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114805795727297796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/question-of-lust.html' title='A Question of Lust'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114796784932769961</id><published>2006-05-18T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:57:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put the dog up for adoption Friday. I had only had the ad up for 30 mins when a family contacted me. They live on several acres of land in Auburn, about 2 hours from me. with 2 teenage boys who just lost their dog 4 or 5 months ago to a brain tumor. That dog was 14. I went ahead and set up a meeting and omg the dog LOVED them. The one boy was thrilled, and the father was pretty excited too. So $200 and a handshake later they left with our puppy. I'm not sad. He was 45 lbs at 4 months old and just too damn big for us. He will be so much better off with his new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my Mothers Day present. My DH rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/pepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/pepper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/kitten1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/kitten1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/pepperpurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/pepperpurse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Pepper and she is 7 weeks old. I love her too too much. I am SO HAPPY! I am a cat person all the way and even more so after that asshole dog was here. She is a little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, nothing much to report. STILL SICK. Now my ear is plugged from the pressure caused by my sinus infection. Oh its great fun. I just can't wait to feel better. My MIL is coming up for a visit, and I know I'll deny saying this once she leaves, but I'm looking forward to it. Mostly the thought of a familiar face. And possibly a dinner out alone with my husband. My goodness, that would be awesome. My mom will be coming out in August, maybe September, she's in the middle of a move so now isn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all. My online friend is still coping with her last month or so of pregnancy with twin boys. I wish I knew what to say to help her through it but I don't. :o( All I can say is I love you mucho CK and I'm here to listen to you anytime. I don't care if all you want to do is bitch. Let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to the new mamas!!! Welcome to your baby girl and baby boy. I wish you both speedy recoveries. Can't wait to see more pics!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114796784932769961?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114796784932769961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114796784932769961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114796784932769961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114796784932769961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-put-dog-up-for-adoption-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114738461432135284</id><published>2006-05-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:56:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Impossible</title><content type='html'>I'm still not feeling so great. I am thinking that right now is not a good time to make a decision about going home. I have been sick for over a month, and settling in is ALWAYS hard for She-who-hates-change. (me.) I am looking for a job, like a real job, and daycare for my kids. Hopefully keeping busy will help. If not at least we'll have some extra money to save for a trip home. Because it cost us over $3000 to move up here. Which is not generally an amount we have had on hand to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not going to buy a house right now either. Our days of impulsive child-like decision making need to come to an end. We are here in Washington. We would rather be back in California, this is true. But we are not. We are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloom where you're planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note I am taking it hour by hour. Reminding myself that being married means sacrifice. Reminding myself that although the prospect of taking my kids and hoping on a plane, leaving DH here, is tempting; when I said "I do" I said I'd be his partner in life. I said I'd be here no matter what, beside him. I didn't say "as long as it's just what I want" Too bad. I should have included that clause. Foolish girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough sap and fluff. Basically I am trying to grow up. And it's hard, and awkward, and uncomfortable, and painful. But its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114738461432135284?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114738461432135284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114738461432135284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114738461432135284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114738461432135284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-impossible.html' title='So Impossible'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114712614390309249</id><published>2006-05-08T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:54:39.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Crazy</title><content type='html'>I'm just a little unwell. Turns out I have a sinus infection. Well zippity do freakin da. B has an ear infection to go along with it. Turns out my pampered OC weather lovin ass just can't handle all the rain. I have literally been sick since we got here. So I write my DH and tell him about our latest maladies and he writes back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW BAD DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO CA??? BABE IM STRESSED BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE. I CAN BARLY CONCENTRATE.I KNOW ALL OF YOU HATE IT HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which basically means the big baby wants to go back as bad as I do but that just wouldn't be manly so he's gotta pin it on me. See how he escapes all wrongdoing? "Oh *I* was fine but Lisa and the kids were miserable." "We'd have a house by now but YOU wanted to come back to CA and struggle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe that's unfair of me. But dodging guilt is his usual M.O. So what do I do? I told him I don't have a short answer. We need to sit down and talk. Going home will mean him leaving his job. I'm pretty sure a mature, responsible adult would say "stick it out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I am none of those things. Except an adult, by force though. I in no way ever chose to turn 25...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I'm sick. Can't someone just wave a magic wand and I'll wake up back home LMAO Living my life like the "Real Housewives of Orange County" because I AM all of those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a brief online consultation with a friend, I think we should use our last 3 months here in WA before our lease is up looking for a new job for DH back in California. I may even look at getting a job myself. I will give an update after we talk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114712614390309249?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114712614390309249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114712614390309249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114712614390309249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114712614390309249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-not-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Not Crazy'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114692916904092986</id><published>2006-05-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:27:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac Theatre</title><content type='html'>Will someone PLEASE remind me that although he did barf, and although it was super traumatizing, I do not need to sleep with the child. Nor do I need to bolt upright, heart thudding, at every.single.sound he makes. Nor do I need to be rationalizing the point that just staying up and playing the Sims 2 Nightlife would be easier then trying to go back to sleep. Say it with me... put the baby in bed, cover. &lt;em&gt;Walk away from the bed&lt;/em&gt;, climb into your own and SLEEP until someone calls you. Repeat as needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114692916904092986?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114692916904092986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114692916904092986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114692916904092986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114692916904092986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/insomniac-theatre.html' title='Insomniac Theatre'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114675500284782697</id><published>2006-05-04T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T08:03:22.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March of the boxes</title><content type='html'>Yay! My stuff is here! The movers got here last night, which kinda pissed me off because A) They were supposed to call 1 day in advance so DH could take the day off and B) They came at 7:30 pm. Umm hi, I have kids I'd like to get to bed. And with how crappy I feel, who wants to guess how much I wanted to be moving boxes/unpacking until midnight? I'll give you 2 guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YAY my clothes are here, my shoes, my 25 bottles of body wash and shampoo and my fancy undies. My crock pot and ACTUAL dishes. My gosh, I was getting so very tired of looking at Spongebob at every meal. The list is endless really of all the normal household things I have now and the joy I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will leave you with this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's not so much going home to OC that I want. I think it's the feeling of knowing where I am. Having friends. Having my mom. Having a house that's (semi) orderly. Know what I mean. I miss the feeling so intensely, not the place.... hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114675500284782697?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114675500284782697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114675500284782697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114675500284782697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114675500284782697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-of-boxes.html' title='March of the boxes'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114666826192188274</id><published>2006-05-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:57:41.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When good flowers go bad</title><content type='html'>I'm dying, my 6 y/o is dying. The only people left will be DH and B. Oh and that damn dog, he'll outlive us all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the store to find Benedryl, non-drowsy and regular. *sigh* If the movers would GET HERE with our stuff I'd have a whole mini pharmacy of allergy meds, but since they are exactly 8 days late, I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And you may be asking yourself "How much more bitching can she possibly do?"&lt;br /&gt;I assure you. Lots. I'm a crybaby like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114666826192188274?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114666826192188274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114666826192188274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114666826192188274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114666826192188274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-good-flowers-go-bad.html' title='When good flowers go bad'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114659659571739772</id><published>2006-05-02T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:03:15.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beavis and Butthead Do My Blog</title><content type='html'>Him: The house looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks, I need you to do the dishes though. I was going to, but I sort of petered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: He he he you said "peter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114659659571739772?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114659659571739772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114659659571739772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114659659571739772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114659659571739772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/beavis-and-butthead-do-my-blog.html' title='Beavis and Butthead Do My Blog'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114655203850681977</id><published>2006-05-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:40:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mama, no hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/mamasflowersdeux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/mamasflowersdeux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114655203850681977?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114655203850681977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114655203850681977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114655203850681977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114655203850681977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-mama-no-hands.html' title='Look Mama, no hands!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114616529251976434</id><published>2006-04-27T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:14:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guaranteed Freshness</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure who was in the closet with the washer and dryer last, but when I opened the door this morning to do a load of laundry the bottle of fabric softener fell, UPSIDE DOWN (did I mention it had no lid on) and wedged between the door and washer. I won't bore you with the details on how I got it out but let's just say it involved me upside down, with a broom and alot of cursing. Now we have no fabric softener and the laundry is going to be rough and stinky.  But my carpet is "Suddenly Spring".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you wasn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114616529251976434?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114616529251976434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114616529251976434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114616529251976434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114616529251976434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/guaranteed-freshness.html' title='Guaranteed Freshness'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114598082723180104</id><published>2006-04-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:00:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a doctor in the house?</title><content type='html'>So I'm laying with DH and B last night before bed and B turns around, says "Awwwwww" and jumps on me. With his big ol head. Smacked me directly in the nose... so of course I'm bleeding and crying. (T is not surprised by me crying) Now this morning I have a killer headache and a black eye and my nose is making these weird clicking sounds. And it's stuffy. I feel that burning-I-need-to-sneeze thing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114598082723180104?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114598082723180104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114598082723180104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114598082723180104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114598082723180104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-there-doctor-in-house.html' title='Is there a doctor in the house?'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114588967926442085</id><published>2006-04-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T07:41:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can cry if I want to</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday May 7th... think I can get a ticket home???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114588967926442085?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114588967926442085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114588967926442085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114588967926442085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114588967926442085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='I can cry if I want to'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114573673601661788</id><published>2006-04-22T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:12:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So embarrassing</title><content type='html'>As the dance I was doing to the Ninja Turtles theme song reached a fevered pitch in my bedroom, I noticed my 6 year old son looking at me. It was then I saw the look in his eyes was, in fact, NOT admiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114573673601661788?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114573673601661788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114573673601661788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114573673601661788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114573673601661788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-embarrassing.html' title='So embarrassing'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114546944141334309</id><published>2006-04-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:57:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Do Not Love My Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love my dog&lt;br /&gt;He bites and poops and pees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love my dog&lt;br /&gt;He always barks at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love my dog&lt;br /&gt;He chews up all my things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love my dog&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to give his neck a wring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love my dog&lt;br /&gt;He should find a home that's new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love my dog&lt;br /&gt;I do not want him here&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem by Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114546944141334309?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114546944141334309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114546944141334309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114546944141334309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114546944141334309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-do-not-love-my-dog-i-do-not-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114529787629091823</id><published>2006-04-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:17:56.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.My.Goodness.</title><content type='html'>Chomp.Scrape.Scratch.Scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my head up, eyeball the clock. It's 4:30 a.m. and something had woken me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp.Scrape.Scratch.Scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Is that the fucking dog chewing the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rustle.Rustle.&lt;br /&gt;Chomp.Scrape.Scratch.Scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's coming from the kitchen... did the dog get out of the bathroom and into the kitchen somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bark.Bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, that's the dog, coming from the bathroom. WHAT THE HELL IS IN THE KITCHEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake DH, make him go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO Dh goes strolling manfully into the kitchen, with my broom LMFAO How brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp.Scrape.Scratch.Scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming from under the sink... DH flips on the light and it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...once he opens the cupboard door we see there is a gigantic hole in the back wall under my kitchen sink with a bunch of shavings around it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. If you only knew how completley horrified I am at the idea of a MOUSE. OMG We will move tomorrow if I find out it's a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally drift off to sleep around 5:30 a.m. only to dream about a terrible mouse and the havoc it will wreak on my home and sanity. Because it is of course a mouse and of course evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we live in an apartment stll, the maintainence guy came and put some foamy stuff in the hole and left. He says it was probably a squirrel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***hoping it was just a squirrel**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114529787629091823?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114529787629091823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114529787629091823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114529787629091823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114529787629091823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohmygoodness.html' title='Oh.My.Goodness.'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114528639708224086</id><published>2006-04-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:45:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Defenders?</title><content type='html'>Yes this is the name of a Judas Priest cover band... and yes that is my father doing lead vocals. Enjoy! The band artwork in this blog was done by me and will be their CD cover! I want royalties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.acidplanet.com/Artist.asp?AID=486328&amp;T=8180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/FD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/FD.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/23944010-114528639708224086?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114528639708224086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114528639708224086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114528639708224086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114528639708224086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/faithful-defenders.html' title='Faithful Defenders?'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114497059562368249</id><published>2006-04-13T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:23:15.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do do do lookin out my back door</title><content type='html'>Yeah so what if I like CCR? Here are some pics. Shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/downthestreet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/downthestreet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/downthestreet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/downthestreet2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/view1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/view1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/view2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/view2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114497059562368249?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114497059562368249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114497059562368249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114497059562368249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114497059562368249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-do-do-lookin-out-my-back-door.html' title='Do do do lookin out my back door'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114495078928181501</id><published>2006-04-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:53:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/image0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting until I felt a little better to post again. Of course I don't. LOL Crap I haven't felt this awful since I was 13 and listening to Nine Inch Nails in the dark... And of course the fact that it's Easter this weekend doesn't help. We used to have an egg hunt with my mom and of course dinner together, not to mention church in the morning. I miss my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed the dog up for obedience classes today. Hopefully the f-ing dog will learn something and therefore get to keep his stupid teeth. I am not a dog person and this puppy is really pushing me to the edge of sanity. I caught him chewing on my favorite XOXO purse last night. Fucker. It seems to be ok, but dammit. Idiot dog. I buy him toys... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to take pics of my new surrounding but its been raining raining raining again. Hopefully it clears up for a few hours and I'll snap a pic or 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with the our Real Estate agent yesterday. Yapped with her about what we want, what we will accept and what will just not fly. She took me to see the weirdest house ever. Seriously the house was set up so oddly, it made no sense. Like a huge window in the master bedroom with a great view of the.. garage? And the washer/dryer in the kitchen with a super tiny back room left empty? and it was small. 1000 square feet? Too small. We'll be going out tomorrow to look some more. I have a few months left here on my lease so we are really in no rush. Which is good because I am feeling picky and hard to please lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114495078928181501?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114495078928181501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114495078928181501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114495078928181501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114495078928181501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114442533663377815</id><published>2006-04-07T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:55:36.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>Not just one of my &lt;a href="http://www.thecure.com/discography/?AssetID=698556?AssetID=698556"&gt;favorite Cure Album&lt;/a&gt; but also a good description of how I feel today. I'm sick. F-ing Pacific North WET. I think my oldest is sick, either that or he is about to morph into a gremlin. I'm not hungry, good thing because I still haven't been shopping. Oops. And I think I'm taking too many painkillers. But WTH. I don't feel good and I want to go home. I know, I said the other day I was getting used to the idea of living here, didn't you read the title of my post. Sheesh. I hate the rain. I hate the lack of ANYTHING to do. There isn't even a drive thru donut shop here for craps sake. I can name 3 back home. Within 1 mile of my house. What's that you say? Donuts are unhealthy? Well so is my f-ing attitude when I haven't had my sugar fix, so now what? And DH has cut off my $9.00 a day Starbucks hit. "Just for now" I need that Starbucks because I'm pretty sure the 2 Red Bulls I've been drinking everyday for 3 years have given me an ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/asskickedask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/asskickedask.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/23944010-114442533663377815?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114442533663377815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114442533663377815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114442533663377815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114442533663377815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/wild-mood-swings.html' title='Wild Mood Swings'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114424828648851613</id><published>2006-04-05T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T07:44:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Our moving reimbursement money finally came in!!!!!! Yes! I'm not (as) poor anymore. We can actually go grocery shopping, things are really coming together. Now if only I didn't have to watch Barney at 7:30 a.m..... oh well can't have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a few new words the other day in chat. Yeah, I know, go figure. It also figures considering *who* I was chatting with. (Hiiiii FU,Kitty) But I now have the name "dink" on G2. Hilarious. Actually the word dink is hilarious if you don't know what it means. Cute-ish. Not so much once you &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dink"&gt;look it up&lt;/a&gt; . Hmmmm. I'm still LMAO because that's just who I am. A smart girl with a rockin sense of humor. Either that or I've learned not to fight the Kitty. You decide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114424828648851613?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114424828648851613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114424828648851613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114424828648851613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114424828648851613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114408353315778308</id><published>2006-04-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:58:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was really nice here! Sunny-ish. We had a great weekend, went to the Science Center with DH and the kids. The kids had so much fun there, it's a really cool place. I liked the Naked Mole Rats best. LOL We were supposed to have lunch with a friend (Sorry D) but we ended up getting lost trying to drive home. If I had known where we were (i.e. seen a street sign ANYWHERE) I would have called said friend for directions. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event it was nice to get out of the house and do something beyond picking up milk and diapers. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I am really hating this On Demand crap with our cable. I mean, is it really necessary to have Teletubbies ON DEMAND? Because my 2 year old is demanding it CONSTANTLY. And Barney. Good grief. Barney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a little bit better with the homesickness. As usual, the girls in the Garden were right. We went shopping and got some pots/pans, a vacuum, broom, food and other misc household things and *whew* I feel alot better. My 6 year old is on Spring Break and Dh took the car and I don't feel like having a panic attack! Yay! Progress! I also managed to pick up a copy of the Sims 2 from Best Buy for $29.99 so I have been doing that while the kids are napping. I love my Sims ;0) Hey if I can't control my own life, at least I can control something else. It's either playing the Sims or going totally batty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more like an actual human being today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114408353315778308?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114408353315778308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114408353315778308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114408353315778308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114408353315778308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114385267781528499</id><published>2006-03-31T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:51:17.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/BenjaminSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/BenjaminSmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My baby is TWO today!!! Yay! I swear, time really does go faster as you get older. Or maybe just once you are a parent. I really can't fathom how my newborn turned into the toddler overnight. Or at least it feels like overnight. So how about recapping B's life story? Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dh and I won a trip for 4 days to see the X-Games in L.A. Not overly exotic since we were living in Orange County, but hey, it was free. And we got to stay at &lt;a href="http://www.lemerigothotel.com/"&gt;Le Marigot&lt;/a&gt; . Anyhow, it was open bar everynight and I just couldn't hang. My Cosmo was too strong, I wasn't in the mood for beer etc. Then I got the mother of all colds. I thought I was dying LOL I ended going home to our then 3 year old and sending DH's brother in my place. 2 weeks later I still feel like I could croak. So I say to DH either I'm pregnant or terminal. I go buy a HPT and low and behold... it's POSITIVE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A week later we have a miscarriage scare. I am shuttled to 2 different docs for ultrasounds, too early to see anything with both. They send me to another doc for bloodwork. I come in 2 days later for more bloodwork, point being that my HCG levels should double or triple in 2 days based on my LMP. The nurse calls me and says it's not good news. The levels hadn't even doubled. I need to come back in ASAP for another U/S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I spend that night in tears, positive that this baby DH and I have been wanting for 19 months (TTC) is not meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I go into the U/S and of course the tech turns the screen away from me and doesn't say ANYTHING. Just pokes around and makes notes. She leaves and I get dressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She comes back in a few minutes later with pictures of my perfectly healthy baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well fetus anyhow LOL With a good strong heartbeat. Turns out I was more like 9 weeks rather then the 6 weeks I had told them. Oops. Apparently that changes the HCG level scale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My 14 week U/S shows the baby in there spinning. Literally doing somersaults. But healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I go on to have a fairly uncomplicated pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;March 31, 2004 at 2:53 p.m. B makes his entrance into the world at 6lbs 9 oz and 18 inches long. He is 2 weeks early but doing great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Cut to today. A beautiful, energetic, smart, awesome toddler. Spirited. That's the PC term for a kid who misbehaves right? He means well but is so stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I wouldn't trade him for the world. :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114385267781528499?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114385267781528499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114385267781528499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114385267781528499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114385267781528499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/03/b-turns-2.html' title='B turns 2!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114377416096488272</id><published>2006-03-30T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:02:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/Maxine8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/Maxine8.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/23944010-114377416096488272?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114377416096488272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114377416096488272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114377416096488272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114377416096488272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114375993412896308</id><published>2006-03-30T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:05:34.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Furniture Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/ourcouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/ourcouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/ourtable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/ourtable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the worlds greatest pics, but man the lighting sucks here! LOL Damn GREY SKIES. So this is (obviously) our couch and dining room table, we also have a loveseat but it is just a semi-smaller version of the couch so I didn't take a pic. These are really the most exciting pieces... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114375993412896308?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114375993412896308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114375993412896308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114375993412896308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114375993412896308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-furniture-pics.html' title='New Furniture Pics'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114370293182367453</id><published>2006-03-29T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:15:31.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>We got furniture today! Yes! Now we are living like normal human beings and not cave people. There is still the matter of a bank account balance of -$131.00 but hey! You can't have it all right? What do these kids want? Nice couches AND food? Actually had I known about the series of events that took down our bank account like a hungry pack of lions on a zebra I wouldn't have sprung for the sage green suede couch and matching loveseat. But I did and now DH and I are watching our online bank statements with a mixture of fascination and horror, much like one watches National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day right? :o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114370293182367453?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114370293182367453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114370293182367453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114370293182367453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114370293182367453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114370245461041313</id><published>2006-03-29T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:07:34.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/1600/mtShasta1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6228/2479/320/mtShasta1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are in Washington! The drive up from CA was pretty uneventful. Which you have to admit is saying alot considering the passengers included  a 6 year old boy, a 2 year old boy and our 8 week old puppy. Everyone pretty much behaved. Except me, who took every rest stop as an opportunity to cry. We did however get a chance to visit with MIL and my friend Yvonne, who moved to OR a couple years back with her 2 kids. She let us crash there for the night. We had an awesome breakfast and I would like to thank her for getting me hooked on espresso. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Lake Shasta in Northern CA. Gorgeous huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114370245461041313?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114370245461041313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114370245461041313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114370245461041313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114370245461041313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-big-move.html' title='Our Big Move'/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944010.post-114220782819720079</id><published>2006-03-12T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:02:05.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Of course my blog is pink, did you expect different? I guess I am going to jump on the bandwagon so to speak and start up a blog. I can't promise the I will be funny or witty, but at the very least I hope I can provide a little amusment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My house is in a state of total disarray which of course has me stressed out. I hate moving and I especially hate moving to a new state. Ok so I've never actually moved to a new state but I just know that it's going to suck. So what if I'm pessimistic. Bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok ok it's not really you or anyone else that I'm mad at I'm just a basketcase right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944010-114220782819720079?l=ocmamaforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114220782819720079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944010&amp;postID=114220782819720079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114220782819720079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944010/posts/default/114220782819720079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocmamaforever.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-course-my-blog-is-pink-did-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902568356139492245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/OCMamaoftwo/ocavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
