<?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-25217271</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:17.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama2Brenna</title><subtitle type='html'>A Day In The Life of Brenna and Her Mommies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114917936554161271</id><published>2006-06-01T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:29:25.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Artist/Band: Little Big Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lyrics: Bring It on Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You've got someone here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wants to make it all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Someone to love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Than I have right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You've gotta bring it on and I'll hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A hand to lead you on through the night right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know your heart can get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All tangled up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But don't you keep it to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When your long day is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And you can barely drag your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is on your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bring it on home to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know I know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know I'm gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All that I can right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gonna lie with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Till you fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the morning comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm still gonna be right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Ooooooooooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So take your worries and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just drop them at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby, leave it all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When your long day is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And you can barely drag your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is on your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bring it on home to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby, let me be your safe harbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't let the water come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And carry you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When your long day is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And you can barely drag your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is on your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bring it on home to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, bring it on home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, bring it on home to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Home to meOh, bring it on, bring it on home to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You've got someone here wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To make it all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Someone who loves you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Than life right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114917936554161271?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114917936554161271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114917936554161271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114917936554161271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114917936554161271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/06/bring-it-on-home.html' title='Bring It On Home'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114843191667611598</id><published>2006-05-23T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:51:56.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Stafford....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/MichelleStafford.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/MichelleStafford.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...is truly gorgeous....so it was a total shock for me when a friend of mine likened me to her....of course this likeness I feel is closer to me 8 years ago than today....but there ya have it...quite a wonderful compliment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANKS!! you know who you are....M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114843191667611598?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114824167142847131</id><published>2006-05-21T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:01:11.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lyrics....</title><content type='html'>Artist/Band: Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;What Hurts The Most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Still HarderGetting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114824167142847131?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114824167142847131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114824167142847131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114824167142847131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114824167142847131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-lyrics.html' title='More Lyrics....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114817786879174479</id><published>2006-05-20T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:18:43.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Hedge</title><content type='html'>What a cute, cute movie...Brenna got to see her very first movie theater movie today...she did sooo well...sat on Mimi's lap almost the whole time. She didn't say but a couple of words...Of course she didn't get some of the humor, but I thought it was funny...she ate popcorns and drank from a HUGE cup...and she was smitten by the big screen...can't wait to take her to the free movies during the week...She's gonna love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114817786879174479?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.overthehedgemovie.com/' title='Over The Hedge'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114817786879174479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114817786879174479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114817786879174479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114817786879174479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/over-hedge.html' title='Over The Hedge'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114808621669458301</id><published>2006-05-19T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:50:16.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>101 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;101 Things to know about Me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1   I absolutely adore my baby girl…she is the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;2  I go by my middle name because my Mother didn’t like the way Michelle Angela flows&lt;br /&gt;3  I was born overseas in Okinawa—we lived there for 18 months&lt;br /&gt;4  My first plane trip was when I was 18mos—we were moving from Okinawa to Kansas&lt;br /&gt;5  I lived in Kansas for about 18mos&lt;br /&gt;6  Then we moved to North Carolina for another 18mos&lt;br /&gt;7  Then we moved to Germany…I lived in Germany for about 6 years, in three different places&lt;br /&gt;8  I LOVED Germany, and being in school with other kids who’s parents were also in the military&lt;br /&gt;9  I kissed my first crush when I was 5…&lt;br /&gt;10  …she was a girl… and I loved her…&lt;br /&gt;11  We played together all the time—her Mom was my child care provider&lt;br /&gt;12  It was there that I also had my first boy kiss…&lt;br /&gt;13  he had just eaten Pringles, so now I think of that when I smell plain Pringles—yuck&lt;br /&gt;14  I have had more girlfriends as a kid than I have as an adult…&lt;br /&gt;15  I like it that way…&lt;br /&gt;16  I remember getting excited about getting my military ID when I turned 10&lt;br /&gt;17  I knew I was “gay” at age 2 when my Great Aunt Rachel and I had “something” in common—I just knew&lt;br /&gt;18  My Mom claims she never knew I was a lesbian…never had any clue about it&lt;br /&gt;19  My Mom and I used to be soo very close…&lt;br /&gt;20  I miss my Mom—and the way things used to be between us…&lt;br /&gt;21  My Dad and I have never been close…&lt;br /&gt;22  I knew my Mom was going to divorce my Dad before he knew…they never got divorced&lt;br /&gt;23  My Mom and I left for Georgia January 1991…I drove to GA (12hs) by myself (following my Mom)&lt;br /&gt;24  I met the first “love” of my life (in 1991)…&lt;br /&gt;25  he is gay too…&lt;br /&gt;26  he is my Male soulmate…and we are still very close&lt;br /&gt;27  I cried everyday I was away from him…&lt;br /&gt;28  We got married (in 1994—ages 19 &amp; 18) for college grants, and then never applied for them…lol&lt;br /&gt;29  We always wanted to have a child, but I’m glad we never did…I could never share my baby(s)&lt;br /&gt;30  We got divorced in 1998—and we are still very close—thank god&lt;br /&gt;31  My Dad was in the military for 20 years, which is why I was born in Okinawa&lt;br /&gt;32  I came out my last semester in college—April 1997&lt;br /&gt;33  Yay me…9 whole years as an OUT lesbian&lt;br /&gt;34  I still carry one of my Mother’s secrets with me—don’t know that I’ll ever tell…&lt;br /&gt;35  I love my parents very much which is why I feel so hurt about stuff…&lt;br /&gt;36  I always feel the need to explain myself completely…that’s not a plus&lt;br /&gt;37  I almost fear authority—also not a plus&lt;br /&gt;38  I blame my parents for this one…&lt;br /&gt;39  I refuse to raise my children how I was raised—This is definitely a ++PLUS++&lt;br /&gt;40  I know I’m a great Mother/Mama/Mommy—my daughter lets me know so&lt;br /&gt;41  Did I say I LOVE LOVE LOVE my baby girl…&lt;br /&gt;42  I have a few medical issues that caused me 2 years of emotional turmoil while ttc—two whole years…&lt;br /&gt;43  I have PCOS, migraines, asthma, chronic allergies, and a Latex allergy&lt;br /&gt;44  I had perfect teeth before I got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;45  Since being pregnant, I have had three fucking root canals…and no I’m not happy about it&lt;br /&gt;46  I want to have another baby…we’ll start ttc’ing Summer 2006—wow…that’s close&lt;br /&gt;47  I have OCD and ADD&lt;br /&gt;48  I am a perfectionist…Type A personality all the way&lt;br /&gt;49  I get so overwhelmed at times, I don’t know where to begin…&lt;br /&gt;50  I got my driver’s license on my 16th birthday—passed both parts the first time&lt;br /&gt;51 I went into labor and never freakin believed that it was true labor…&lt;br /&gt;52 I was scheduled to be induced the following week&lt;br /&gt;53 I labored for 30+ hours, pushed for 4 hours—loved every minute of it…&lt;br /&gt;54 …can’t wait to do it again!!&lt;br /&gt;55 I kinda want another girl, but am ready for either a girl or a boy&lt;br /&gt;56 I’m addicted to my computer…&lt;br /&gt;57 I love designing web pages…&lt;br /&gt;58 I’m a loner, although I truly wish I wasn’t…&lt;br /&gt;59 I can count on one hand the truest friends I have in life…&lt;br /&gt;60 I hate reading unless it’s something that interests me…&lt;br /&gt;61 I’m a Registered Nurse and I really love that about myself&lt;br /&gt;62 I have a foul mouth…although I can control it and do when I have to&lt;br /&gt;63 Brenna has one half sibling—that I know of--that she may not ever meet, although I’m not opposed to it&lt;br /&gt;64 I wouldn’t mind meeting the donor if given the chance&lt;br /&gt;65 I don’t really fit into many categories…I’m sooo not a cookie cutter grrl&lt;br /&gt;66 I love fingernail polish&lt;br /&gt;67 I love getting massages…although I’ve only had three&lt;br /&gt;68 I love pedicures, although I’ve only had one…&lt;br /&gt;69 I love photography, but I’m not that great at it…&lt;br /&gt;70 I would love to be more creative…&lt;br /&gt;71 and thinner too…PCOS is to thank for that one…&lt;br /&gt;72 I used to have gorgeous hair…naturally wavy, thick and people would stop me and tell me&lt;br /&gt;73 thanks to PCOS, I’ve been losing my hair since I was 16…&lt;br /&gt;74 I’m only NOW able to even admit it or talk about it….and I hate that it’s an issue for me…&lt;br /&gt;75 I hate shaving my legs—sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;76 I think I’m a boring person…&lt;br /&gt;77 I attended The Visual and Performing Arts Program in my Junior and Senior years in high school&lt;br /&gt;78 I was also in the Maryland State Choir—got in my first audition!!&lt;br /&gt;79 I spend waay too much time in the bathroom…lol&lt;br /&gt;80 I love brushing my daughter’s hair&lt;br /&gt;81 I blow my nose many times a day…it’s a must for me…lol&lt;br /&gt;82 I wouldn’t mind going back to college—for psychology or microbiology&lt;br /&gt;83 I’m a clutter bug who hates to throw stuff away&lt;br /&gt;84 I’ve moved—OMG—23 times in my life&lt;br /&gt;85 I think I’m finally settled for a little while at least&lt;br /&gt;86 I don’t have too many plans beyond the next say 5 years—I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;87 I’m a list writer—chronically&lt;br /&gt;88 I love Diet Sierra Mist on ICE AND the new Diet Dr Pepper Berries and Cream&lt;br /&gt;89 I have clippers and a file where ever I go&lt;br /&gt;90 I’m not much for the beach—I hate sand&lt;br /&gt;91 I love swimming in a pool though&lt;br /&gt;92 I love going on vacation with family&lt;br /&gt;93 I’d like to try parasailing one day&lt;br /&gt;94 I can’t fly a kite nor can I juggle&lt;br /&gt;95 I hate shopping, but I love spending money…&lt;br /&gt;96 One can never have too many purses or shoes&lt;br /&gt;97 I am a germophobe—in a major way…I hold my breath when someone coughs or sneezes around me&lt;br /&gt;98 I kill spiders with my bare feet…&lt;br /&gt;99 I have secrets no one will ever know&lt;br /&gt;100 I like myself and am proud of my accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;101 I want my own home again…I truly miss that family time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114808621669458301?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114808621669458301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114808621669458301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114808621669458301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114808621669458301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/101-things-about-me.html' title='101 things about me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114792314137030127</id><published>2006-05-17T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:32:21.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Rascal Flatts - Bless the Broken Road"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This much I know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This much I know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This much I know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114792314137030127?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114792314137030127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114792314137030127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114792314137030127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114792314137030127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/broken-road.html' title='Broken Road'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114792201823375803</id><published>2006-05-17T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:13:38.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Floats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To Make You Feel My Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the rain is blowing in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the whole world is on your case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I could offer you a warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When evening shadows and the stars appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And there's is no one to dry your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I could hold you for a million years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know you haven't made your mind up yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I would never do you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've known it from the moment that we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's no doubt in my mind where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd go crawling down the avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There ain't nothing' that I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The storms are raging on a rolling sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And on the highway of regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The winds of change are blowing wild and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You ain't seen nothin' like me yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There ain't nothin' that I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go to the ends of the earth for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make you happy make your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114792201823375803?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114792201823375803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114792201823375803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114792201823375803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114792201823375803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/hope-floats.html' title='Hope Floats'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114719151443020810</id><published>2006-05-09T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:18:34.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link to TMI Tuesday" href="https://magicordrama.wordpress.com/2006/05/09/tmi-tuesday-8/" rel="bookmark"&gt;TMI Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; May 9th, 2006 stolen from Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/1413/1600/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After a night of great sex, who do you tell? How much?  no one really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Should prostitution be legal? why shouldn't it...if someone wants to pay someone else for sex and both parties agree--where's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On a scale from 1-10, how selfish are you? You'd have to ask everyone who knows me...but I think I CAN be pretty selfish at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name something you haven't tried, but have been thinking about trying.  Pilates--maybe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could have sex with any celebrity, who would you pick and why? (and don't think of this question as cheating… you aren't attached at the time, k?) Giving thought to it now, there's a couple, but I haven't ever really thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in "optional"): Have you ever dyed your pubic hair or shaved it in a pattern? no…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114719151443020810?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114719151443020810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114719151443020810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114719151443020810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114719151443020810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114675016489471587</id><published>2006-05-04T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:42:44.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lunch out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brenna and I will be going to lunch with my all-time-best-(male)-friend in the world...TIM!! It really ahs been too long since we got together...I wish Brenna knew Tim better...we're gonna have to schedule more frequent play dates...lol Not sure where we'll go for lunch...we're meeting in our usual spot...and then make a decision from there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Since I've been dieting, I haven't had many carbs, so I'm kinda craving Chinese...I'll see if he's up for it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll check back in later.....M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114675016489471587?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114675016489471587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114675016489471587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114675016489471587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114675016489471587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/lunch-out.html' title='A lunch out...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114653281730904319</id><published>2006-05-01T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:20:17.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's 5</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I like about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a good Mommy&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my smile&lt;br /&gt;3. I have nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;4. I love my singing voice&lt;br /&gt;5. I am intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there ya go....M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114653281730904319?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114653281730904319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114653281730904319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114653281730904319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114653281730904319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/05/mondays-5.html' title='Monday&apos;s 5'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114642239884941431</id><published>2006-04-30T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:39:58.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was so lovely...</title><content type='html'>We are back...and we had a wonderful time...Awesome time at Sakura's--Japanese rest where they prepare the food right in front of you...Then got settled in at the hotel and watched ghost whisperer...had some dessert...an apple crisp with ice cream and a reese's peanut butter pie--YUMM!! then relaxed in the jacuzzi...ahhhh soooo nice...gave eachother back and feet massages, had candles going, it was simply lovely....We called Brenna to tuck her in, and she told us all about her day...so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;We got up the next day, went to Ruby Tuesday's--which is where we had our first "date"--we actually sat and talked for about 4 hours on our furst date--then went home....lovely and simple...Tammy gave me a really pretty gold bracelet, and was very touched by all the effort I put into our getaway...we were well rested when it was all done....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114642239884941431?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114642239884941431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114642239884941431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114642239884941431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114642239884941431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-so-lovely.html' title='It was so lovely...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114623110093748498</id><published>2006-04-28T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:31:40.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited...</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited...I'm going shopping for some candles, flowers, and oils for our little getaway tonight...It's local, but it seems to be a nice room...it has a jacuzzi--YES!! sore, achey muscles no more....&lt;br /&gt;It's all been pretty behind the scenes, which is a first for me--I'm not really the romantic type...Booked the room, prepare the room, check in, packing the bags, I'm doin it all baby...  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;I will of course check in after the fact and let you all know how it went....&lt;br /&gt;Later....M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114623110093748498?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114623110093748498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114623110093748498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114623110093748498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114623110093748498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/excited.html' title='Excited...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114616757516154305</id><published>2006-04-27T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:59:43.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Fridays</title><content type='html'>I wan’t you to remember what you learned a few weeks ago and use them this week.&lt;br /&gt;1. Something Big -- &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Uncle Fred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something Small -- &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Brenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Half of Something -- &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Brenna at half her current age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, PERSPECTIVE. It may be small to you, but get on the floor and take the picture and see how big it looks. GET CREATIVE!! Think outside the house box.Half of something can be taken ANY way. Actually, all of these can be taken any way you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 1 and 2: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/FH000006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/FH000006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 3: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/13mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/13mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114616757516154305?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://randomandodd.com/?p=1010' title='Stuff Portrait Fridays'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114616757516154305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114616757516154305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114616757516154305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114616757516154305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/stuff-portrait-fridays.html' title='Stuff Portrait Fridays'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114606054099534155</id><published>2006-04-26T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:09:01.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby, the Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>This morning, as with most mornings, I was checking my blood sugar... Brenna happened to see me doing it this morning...She noted the small dot of blood on my finger and said, "Whatcha doin Mama? Gotta Booboo?" I told her I was checkin to see how sweet I am this morning... and she insisted on kissin Mama's booboo...so I'm reading my magazines while she's watching Blue's Clues...and she walks back over to me and says, get this, "Your booboo better, Mama?" Oh my gosh, how totally sweet of her...25 mos old...and already concerned about others...I never even gave two thoughts more about it after I cleaned my finger and she gave me a kiss...and she asked me about it again later...how kool is she?? She's a natural-born caregiver....awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114606054099534155?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114606054099534155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114606054099534155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114606054099534155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114606054099534155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-baby-sweetheart.html' title='My Baby, the Sweetheart'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114588963394240643</id><published>2006-04-24T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:40:34.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Is Falling, The Sky Is Falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.24.06-SpringHail01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/04.24.06-SpringHail01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.24.06-SpringHail04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/04.24.06-SpringHail04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.24.06-SpringHail08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! WHen it rains it hails??!! This morning I was brutally awakened by the pop of thunder or was it a lightening strike?? Not sure...but it was ferocious!! Brenna didn't stir after her initial jolt, but I held onto her to protect her...the room lit up time after time as the lightening was drawn across the sky--were the gods mad?! who knew after such an awakening if we were at war or what!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sky literally dropped out...the rain was torrential at best, and hail balls landed with a fury...what's more...the oddity of it all rested easy with me as it left as abruptly as it came...and now the sun is shining and all of those who weren't awakened by it's appearance would never be the wiser as all the evidence has melted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.24.06-AfterTheStorm00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/04.24.06-AfterTheStorm00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.24.06-AfterTheStorm01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/04.24.06-AfterTheStorm01.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/25217271-114588963394240643?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114588963394240643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114588963394240643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114588963394240643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114588963394240643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/sky-is-falling-sky-is-falling.html' title='The Sky Is Falling, The Sky Is Falling...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114562730059202681</id><published>2006-04-21T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:48:20.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta share...</title><content type='html'>The other day I was sitting at my computer...I was talking to Brenna, and out of nowhere she asks me, "What's that...hind you...that's a baby hind you..." I turned around thinking I'd find one of her baby dolls...nope, nothing...I guess she had seen her soon to be brother or sister...her presence around me...It's happened before, I've heard others tell of things like this where the child sees baby spirits and the like...so I am hopeful we are doing the right thing...and there's a baby on his or her way to us....Brenna has already put in her order for a girl...so who knows...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114562730059202681?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114562730059202681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114562730059202681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114562730059202681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114562730059202681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/gotta-share.html' title='Gotta share...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114557943834485251</id><published>2006-04-20T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:30:38.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of soul am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/dreaming-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/dreaming-soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficultYou are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114557943834485251?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/' title='What kind of soul am I?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114557943834485251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114557943834485251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114557943834485251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114557943834485251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-kind-of-soul-am-i.html' title='What kind of soul am I?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114557795168520160</id><published>2006-04-20T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:13:28.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPF that qualifies as an HNT too...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/AppleBlossoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/AppleBlossoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/MimisMoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/MimisMoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/MomMom.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/MomMom.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done an HNT before, but since my wife was feeling froggy, I obliged...lol&lt;br /&gt;Here's my SPF: my initials: AMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114557795168520160?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://randomandodd.com/?cat=12' title='SPF that qualifies as an HNT too...lol'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114557795168520160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114557795168520160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114557795168520160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114557795168520160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/spf-that-qualifies-as-hnt-toolol.html' title='SPF that qualifies as an HNT too...lol'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114550239902020776</id><published>2006-04-19T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:06:39.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday--late again!</title><content type='html'>1. Birthday spankings or birthday kisses?  why can't I have both??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sitting on Santa/Easter Bunnys lap…fun or creepy?  i'm thinkin creepy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once you start drinking at a party, do you usually get drunk or stop at tipsy?  Diet Sierra Mist on the rocks keeps me sober all night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On a scale from 1-10, how passionate are you?  I'd say a 7, there's always room for improvement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever seen a burlesque show?  nope…&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Have you ever been to an adult themed tupperware-type party like &lt;a href="http://www.statenews.com/article.phtml?pk=28311"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? nope, a lingerie party-yes...but I've always thought about hosting them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114550239902020776?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114550239902020776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114550239902020776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114550239902020776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114550239902020776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/tmi-tuesday-late-again.html' title='TMI Tuesday--late again!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114547836533668632</id><published>2006-04-19T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T16:26:05.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brenna's doc's appt...</title><content type='html'>YAY...no shots till she's 4....well, except for the flu vax and Hep A vax...&lt;br /&gt;She did a beautiful job today with the doctor...no crying, no fears, no tears...it was a great visit...&lt;br /&gt;Her weight/height are right where they should be and her developmental milestones are right on track...&lt;br /&gt;Doc was happy....I am happy, and Brenna is too....&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114547836533668632?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114547836533668632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114547836533668632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114547836533668632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114547836533668632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/brennas-docs-appt.html' title='Brenna&apos;s doc&apos;s appt...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114541551335062670</id><published>2006-04-18T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:58:33.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bit confused....</title><content type='html'>....as to why people feel the need to lie...is it drama they're looking for?...their lives aren't rich enough they feel the need to create meaning?...I'm just not sure why people say one thing and act completely differently...&lt;br /&gt;If ANYONE has ANY input, feel free....thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114541551335062670?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114541551335062670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114541551335062670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114541551335062670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114541551335062670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bit-confused.html' title='I&apos;m a bit confused....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114523444071095121</id><published>2006-04-16T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:40:40.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Day</title><content type='html'>Wow....what a day....a looong day, and I'm sooo tired! We woke up--me at 6:30, B at about 8:30...foolishly I laid back down after putting the finishing touches on B's Easter basket and signing cards for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up so drowsy, ugh...anyway...had a light breakfast--biscuits and eggs--and then colored Easter eggs for the Easter Egg Hunt and Aunt Trish's house...that was fun...Brenna got a prize for finding the most eggs--14 total--woohoo!! attagrrl...so she picks E-Ms, as she calls them (MnMs) and has them eaten already...she has more candy than any one person should, and she got some great stuff--Dora doll, several outfits, DVDs, a muscial chickie, and a few other tidbits of stuff...it was like Christmas and Birthday allover again...and yes, feels like it's back to back...&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...came back home...B took a nap while I vacuumed out my car, banged out the dirt and dust from the floormats, and gave it a full detail.&lt;br /&gt;I did a damn good job on my lil SUV...lol&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm tired...and I hope to be going to bed soooon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114523444071095121?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114523444071095121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114523444071095121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114523444071095121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114523444071095121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-day.html' title='Easter Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114498557250582918</id><published>2006-04-13T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:35:36.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mums the word...</title><content type='html'>Hidden message...definitely...I've made a vow to not be so outspoken for various reasons...not sure if it's gonna work, it's sooo doubtful...but my way, my truth is too harsh for some...so, mum's the word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...this whole build out thing has gone not as far as we thought it would...we've made some compromises, and I cannot believe I'm posting this....well, especially not this early...and mum's the word for all who do read...shhhhhhh....don't say anything, it's nothing definite yet...but Tammy gave the go ahead for me/us to start ttc again...of course I HAVE to get my diabetes on track, and I am going to schedule an appointment to meet with an RE as soon as his schedule allows--to discuss US...and what that means...Brenna will of course come with us as proof positive that we are great parents and she is a well-adjusted, happy, healthy kid...We will definitely discuss my PCOS and what worked and did not work at all that last time ttc...so I still cannot freakin believe I'm saying this...Tammy said start tomorrow if you can...she's all for this happening....I am almost too shocked to say anything, and almost to stunned not to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...and remember....sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ;o) *wink*&lt;wink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114485427863003329</id><published>2006-04-12T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T06:42:37.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday--a day late</title><content type='html'>1. Have you ever had sex in a hammock? ummm...NO…a waterbed was hard enough...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think alcohol enhances a sexual experience, or diminishes it?I'd have to say diminishes it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever stolen anything from a place you were employed? yeah…I hate to say it, but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever jello/mud or otherwise "wrestled" while others watched? I wish...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever let someone else wash you while you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself? absolutely…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114485427863003329?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114485427863003329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114485427863003329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114485427863003329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114485427863003329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/tmi-tuesday-day-late.html' title='TMI Tuesday--a day late'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114485330416892008</id><published>2006-04-12T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:50:12.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc's appt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well...my A1C went up from 7.7 to 8.8--should be less than 6.0...not so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My LFTs went up on both by about 35-36 points...not good...so the medication I just bought the day before for $50 I now can't use...it has Metformin in it, which is increasing my LFTs...and of course Federal law prohibits the return of medication once it's left the pharmacy, soooooo... that's not so great either...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to be tested for Hep A and C--I'm vaxed against Hep B and I test immune....that's a plus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since I have no insurance and can't get DPBs on this current plan, I may have to start insulin in the interim b/c it's supposed to be cheaper...so we'll see...I'm not opposed...I was on it while pregnant, and it's really no big deal...so if it's cheaper, and makes me feel better....well....that's an easy one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So send your thoughts and prayers along if that's what you do...I'd sure appreciate it....M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114485330416892008?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114485330416892008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114485330416892008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114485330416892008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114485330416892008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/docs-appt.html' title='Doc&apos;s appt'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114472860127493721</id><published>2006-04-11T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:10:01.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yepcezwo...itemg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know you must be wondering WTF has gone wrong with Michelle?? It's those darned spam prevention codes...ahhhh I got a laugh outta the first one...just funny--I'm easily amused, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm really tired right now and heading off to bed...Doc's appt tomorrow as a f/u on my A1C (diabetes)...I also had a Hep test, liver function studies and UA for spilled proteins...we shall see...Anywho, he said they were all "decent" except for the A1C--whihc is somewhat elevated--uhhh yeah, it is--I can tell by how tired I am...I am soooo hoping it's not insulin for me...although I'd probably feel better...Ic annot afford all the pills, they can be out-fucking-rageous, and with no insurance, well it doesn't take a rocket scientist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am hoping my parnter will be getting insurance say in August--insurance that does cover DP--YAY!!!! We'll see on that one too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We finally got our vacation week scheduled...can't wait...B's gonna have a blast on the go-karts and at the water park...as will her Mommies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess that's about it for now...I will bbl.....M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114472860127493721?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114472860127493721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114472860127493721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114472860127493721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114472860127493721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/yepcezwoitemg.html' title='Yepcezwo...itemg'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114459034345285685</id><published>2006-04-09T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:45:43.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link to answer me straight…" href="http://kiwistrawberrylover.wordpress.com/2006/04/06/answer-me-straight/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;answer me straight…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stolen from Monkey who stole it from Cinders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Rules:1. You can only say YES or NO!2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taken a picture naked? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Made out with a member of the same sex? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Danced in front of your mirror? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Told a lie? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gotten in a car with people you just met?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been in a fist fight? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been arrested? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Left your house without telling your parents? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ditched school to do something more fun? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seen someone die? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kissed a picture? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Slept in until 3? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Played dress up? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felt an earthquake? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Touched a snake? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ran a red light? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had detention? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been in a car accident? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pole danced? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been lost? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sang karaoke? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kissed in the rain? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sang in the shower? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got your tongue stuck to a pole? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever gone to school partially naked? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sat on a roof top? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Played chicken? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Broken a bone? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mooned/flashed someone? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Forgotten someone's name? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Slept naked? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blacked out from drinking? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Played a prank on someone? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felt like killing someone? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Made a parent cry? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cried over someone? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had sex more than 5 times in one day? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had/Have a dog? : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been in a band? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Drank 25 sodas in a day? : no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shot a gun? : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114459034345285685?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114459034345285685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114459034345285685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114459034345285685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114459034345285685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/stolen-from-monkey.html' title='Stolen from Monkey'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114458286136762187</id><published>2006-04-09T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:41:01.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So addicted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...to this blog crap...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm awake, early on a Sunday morning, and no one else is stirring...and this is all I can think to get into...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, the sun is shining, but it's a crisp 32 F()ck!#&amp; degrees outside...sposed to get up to the high 50s...I really wanna take B Easter Egg hunting today...nest week is fine, but will be in all the confusion and chaos of Easter dinner and stuff...We're setting up a mini one here at the house, but no one else will be here for B to search with...  ;o(  Ok, so she won't mind--more for her right...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've gotten almost all B's Easter/two year pics out--except for a special delivery gals pics--you know who you are grrlie...lol but to family...Easter cards and pics out...what a task, but gives me something to buzz around doing...I'm your dysfunctional almost, well not really typical Type-A Bitch, so no, a two year old's antics aren't enough to keep me occupied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HA...I need a chill pill...I was told yesterday one day I will regret rushing through life...It's so hard for me to stop and smell the roses, when I'm multi-tasking to make sure everything gets done...can ya relate--honk that horn if ya can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, I'd like to slow down on somethings and speed it up on others... Life is never perfect, and that's a hard pill to swallow when you're a not so typical Type A perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well that's enough from this peanut gallery for now...I know I'll post again later when Miss B wakes up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114458286136762187?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114458286136762187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114458286136762187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114458286136762187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114458286136762187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-addicted.html' title='So addicted...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114455478276112346</id><published>2006-04-08T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:53:02.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok...so my baby just turned 2, I'm not sure how she'd answer these questions...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so I'll answer them first how I think she'd answer them if she was say 3 or 4&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then I'll write in her responses tomorrow when she wakes up...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Random!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. What planet do you live on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's a planet, Mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. What happens if you don't eat all your dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I won't get any 'nacks' (snacks) later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. What happens when you are sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sleep a lot and watch toons and take 'messin' (medicine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. What makes a rainbow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dora and Boots make rainbows...rainbows on you car, Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. Do you know everything there is to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes...and Mommy too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm a big girl, Mommy...what's growed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114455478276112346?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114455478276112346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114455478276112346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114455478276112346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114455478276112346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-6.html' title='Sunday 6'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114451643269881096</id><published>2006-04-08T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:13:52.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This was the scene yesterday while it was raining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.07.06-WreckinAbed00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.07.06-WreckinAbed04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.07.06-WreckinAbed06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.07.06-WreckinAbed08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.07.06-WreckinAbed10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.07.06-WreckinAbed14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.07.06-WreckinAbed14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...and Tammy wonders why the bed always looks a mess...I know she doesn't get to see this everyday, so I took some pics to reveal B's methods...enjoy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114451643269881096?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114451643269881096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114451643269881096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114451643269881096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114451643269881096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-was-scene-yesterday-while-it-was.html' title='This was the scene yesterday while it was raining...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114446197007950028</id><published>2006-04-07T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:07:53.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin the women in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/01.24.06-MMTHseries00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/01.24.06-MMBMTHseries00.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just wanted to post a pic of our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114446197007950028?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114446197007950028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114446197007950028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114446197007950028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114446197007950028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovin-women-in-my-life.html' title='Lovin the women in my life...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114446070369458337</id><published>2006-04-07T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:45:03.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more rain, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was really hoping it wouldn't rain all day...I want to take B for her first Easter Egg hunt this weekend...they say they'll have them rain or shine, but I'm not lookin forward to muddy shoes, socks, pants, arms, hair, yada yada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We shall see...sposed to rain tomorrow, but not Sunday...so hopefully a light rain Saturday so it will dry up a bit by Sunday...FXFXFX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Post pics when it happens.....M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114446070369458337?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114446070369458337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114446070369458337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114446070369458337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114446070369458337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-more-rain-please.html' title='No more rain, please'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114435691685857811</id><published>2006-04-06T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:45:12.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPF...on Thursday</title><content type='html'>Gonna do this a day early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.com/"&gt;http://www.randomandodd.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let’s get to know your camera, okay?&lt;br /&gt;This Friday’s theme…Take me off AUTO!&lt;br /&gt;1. Macro: take a picture of something ‘close up’. Don’t use your zoom, make sure you have good lighting and make sure you’re steady. If you have to, set your camera down on something and then take the picture. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/DownLowUpClose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NO FLASH: try swiching the flash off and taking pictures of your stuff without it. It may take a lot of pictures to get the right shot, but open the windows and find artifical light to get it to work. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/NaturalLight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Perspective: get up high or down low…either way, change the perspective of your picture..tilt the camera sideways. Change the layout of the picture. Instead of having the subject framed perfectly in the middle of the picture…move it to the left or the right. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/WayUpHigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all hate it when I make you think of out of the box. This is one of those weeks you’re going to hate me, but it’s really not that hard. Find your favorite subject and follow the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114435691685857811?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.randomandodd.com/' title='SPF...on Thursday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114435691685857811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114435691685857811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114435691685857811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114435691685857811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/spfon-thursday.html' title='SPF...on Thursday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114427710122312743</id><published>2006-04-05T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:45:01.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Aunt Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/ErinMMWWAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/ErinMMWWAAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;YAY!!! Props to my neice...honor role with a 3.1 GPA!!! THis is most excellent news...she's done really well with keeping her grades up and I am VERY PROUD of her!!!&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/25217271-114427710122312743?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114427710122312743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114427710122312743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114427710122312743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114427710122312743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/proud-aunt-moment.html' title='Proud Aunt Moment'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114426488137706226</id><published>2006-04-05T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:42:59.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama and B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/02-MAMABRENNA-blogpic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A picture of Mama and B....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes it worked...finally I figured out this darned blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114426488137706226?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114426488137706226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114426488137706226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114426488137706226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114426488137706226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/mama-and-b.html' title='Mama and B'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114426436615092628</id><published>2006-04-05T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:03:15.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture's Worth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.05.06-Polish00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/04.05.06-Polish01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/200/04.05.06-Polish01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...a thousand words...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114426436615092628?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114426436615092628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114426436615092628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114426436615092628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114426436615092628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/pictures-worth.html' title='A Picture&apos;s Worth...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114416342084583761</id><published>2006-04-04T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:57:03.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom at it's best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/BrennaAnklette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/BrennaAnklette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/FlowerAnklette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/FlowerAnklette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/BabyTiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/BabyTiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/Sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/Sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/FlamingFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/FlamingFlower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/Sun-n-Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/Sun-n-Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/Bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/RainbowTribal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/RainbowTribal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, so I'm a bit on the bored side today...Brenna's watching Dora, so I just thought I'd take some pics of my tatoos--8 in all, and counting...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...post a comment if ya'd like....M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114416342084583761?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114416342084583761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114416342084583761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114416342084583761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114416342084583761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/boredom-at-its-best.html' title='Boredom at it&apos;s best...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114407526547650301</id><published>2006-04-03T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:56:11.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The TotLot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I finally got a response of sorts email regarding this great group called the TotLot...All ages and they do so many different types of activities... And they have both working and SAHMs...which is great for when I do get back to work...another post another time...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't wait to get started...meeting the kids and bringing B to play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wasn't quite sure how she'd do, but the other day we went to a friends for dinner and playtime, and she did beautifully...she shared and played and just seemed so comfortable, like she just belonged there...It made me so proud and happy...our friends commented several times that she is so well-behaved, especially for a two year old...So I haven't ruined her completely by not having her interact with children so much...she does play with cousins and friends, so it's all right after all...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So today is just quite a few errands to run...Walmart, Toys-R-Us, and then it's off to writing thank yous and a get well card for BIL's Father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be back later.....M--and I found my stamps...YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114407526547650301?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114407526547650301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114407526547650301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114407526547650301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114407526547650301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/totlot.html' title='The TotLot'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114403318020814811</id><published>2006-04-02T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:55:35.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Jeep 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/DSC02711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/DSC02711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well B FINALLY got her &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Barbie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jeep&lt;/span&gt;--it's her big birthday gift from me and Mimi...yeah, I know...it's only 10 days late...between getting sick, recovering, bad weather, and a business trip, we finally had a decent day weather-wise and were able to give B her gift...she liked it, she drove it a bit, but when we put the pillow behind her to help her sit up closer to the pedal, she got a lil miffed and wanted to get off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She did get back on when she thought no one was watching, but she wouldn't drive it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So here's a pic I managed to snap while she was first riding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114403318020814811?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114403318020814811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114403318020814811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114403318020814811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114403318020814811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/barbie-jeep-101.html' title='Barbie Jeep 101'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114395468967546750</id><published>2006-04-01T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:11:29.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I started this blog with a post from the Portrait Stuff Fridays blog...I will try and keep up this blog...I've been doing actually pretty well on the other site, bit I'm liking this format better as I can add pictures....not even sure who will read this blog...haven't shared the link yet with anyone....&lt;br /&gt;So enough for now...gonna head off to see if I can list 101 things about me...we shall see...I'm sure there's enough about me to post...may be a couple of days till I'm back on and posting...M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114395468967546750?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114395468967546750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114395468967546750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114395468967546750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114395468967546750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-started-this-blog-with-post-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217271.post-114395263275719710</id><published>2006-04-01T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:52:37.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/3words.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/3words.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/CrazyFace.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/CrazyFace.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/PonyPresent.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/320/PonyPresent.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey...entry is a bit late, but the three things we were asked to capture were, three words to describe the lady who runs Stuff Portrait Fridays, me making a crazy face--and it's an ugly one, and a present I would give to her...so here they are....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25217271-114395263275719710?l=mama2brenna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/feeds/114395263275719710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25217271&amp;postID=114395263275719710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114395263275719710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25217271/posts/default/114395263275719710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2brenna.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125331048784527505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2010/770/1600/0-M2B-blgpc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
