<?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-4674122930858552710</id><updated>2011-12-23T12:57:07.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Drama Mama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2644520069377685209</id><published>2009-12-17T20:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:05:30.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blog Swap!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Shannon at Sweet Blessings, I've been seeing spots! Shannon was my swap partner this year and all of my gifts came with polka dots...even the box she sent was polka dotted. Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syrvqgxyd2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6ETMlwDPbOc/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syrvqgxyd2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6ETMlwDPbOc/s320/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405015498749794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornaments...A Christmas CD...sugar cookie coffee...a red and white polka dotted picture frame...well, I'll just let you look for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SyrwjI2wLtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ljSU2tCDLtY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SyrwjI2wLtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ljSU2tCDLtY/s320/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405988329664210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syrw6_xHGcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bAmH-EmRoz4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syrw6_xHGcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bAmH-EmRoz4/s320/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416406398206941634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's favorite gift (he tends to consider himself a part of these swaps) was the 3D Polar Express movie. He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Shannon!! I loved all my swap gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2644520069377685209?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2644520069377685209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2644520069377685209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2644520069377685209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2644520069377685209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-blog-swap.html' title='Christmas Blog Swap!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syrvqgxyd2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6ETMlwDPbOc/s72-c/Thanksgiving+and+Christmas+2009+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-8386499510815300537</id><published>2009-12-15T05:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:41:03.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK! You've been warned...</title><content type='html'>I needed a place to show off my Christmas blog swap gifts, so I'm back on my blog. I might even try to keep up with my blog again if I have some time. I don't have time now...but I'm just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-8386499510815300537?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/8386499510815300537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=8386499510815300537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8386499510815300537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8386499510815300537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-youve-been-warned.html' title='I&apos;M BACK! You&apos;ve been warned...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-7160151478011791131</id><published>2009-05-13T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:51:55.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Mom saw the surgeon today. We've been holding our breath waiting for this day because she was supposed to get a lung function test to see whether she had improved enough for surgery...and I've been a basket case wondering when we can go ahead with the wedding and if we could get it over with before her surgery. Anyway, he took one look at her and told her he wasn't doing the lung function test yet. Her lungs are just not doing as well as he wanted them to at this point. But he was still certain that he could operate on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with him privately and asked if he could just give me some kind of idea of when she would have her surgery. He looked at me and said, "You're getting married aren't you?". I told him that I was and he asked if my plans had changed because of all this. I told him, "WELL, YEAH. WHAT DO YOU THINK??" No, no, I didn't say that. I did tell him that we had canceled our cruise, postponed the wedding, etc. So we sat down with a calendar and he said to go ahead with our original wedding plans for May 30th...honeymoon the first week of June...then Mom can have surgery the 2nd week of June. This way, Mom can be happy and healthy at my wedding. She will also get a couple more weeks of respiratory therapy (which he was going to recommend anyway). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved that we can go through with the wedding like we originally planned with Mom there...but I'm scared to death for her. He reminded her today that her chances are "iffy" at best. Surgery is just the first step in whatever process she has to go through. All any of us can do is pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-7160151478011791131?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/7160151478011791131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=7160151478011791131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/7160151478011791131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/7160151478011791131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-4630596953266311389</id><published>2009-05-09T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:56:25.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Swap! ( a little early)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SgZPLlvOW-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_EoHi_UpNwg/s1600-h/may+swap+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SgZPLlvOW-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_EoHi_UpNwg/s320/may+swap+09+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334037869194271714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll be around tomorrow to post this, so I'm doing it early. We're spending the day tomorrow with my mom and I don't want to interrupt any time with her right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my swap buddy was &lt;a href="http://megs-garden.blogspot.com"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent the greatest stuff! It all had a tea and whimsy theme as you can see. A tea towel...a good English mystery...bags of tea...a flower for my hair...a journal...and she even sent a Slinky. So now my 9 year old is her biggest fan! I haven't seen that Slinky since the day it got here...what do you want to bet that's it's somewhere in Bailey's room? I opened up the jar of lemon curd, thinking it was a lemon scented candle...I ended up with lemon curd on my nose! It both smelled and tasted really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Becca for organizing everything! I love these swaps...it's a wonderful way to get to know people and there is nothing better than giving and receiving gifts, don't ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-4630596953266311389?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/4630596953266311389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=4630596953266311389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4630596953266311389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4630596953266311389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-swap-little-early.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Swap! ( a little early)'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SgZPLlvOW-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_EoHi_UpNwg/s72-c/may+swap+09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1478609202251037460</id><published>2009-04-27T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:40:05.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>As much as I have going on in my life, I really have nothing I want to blog about. It's all kinda depressing right now...my wedding is postponed, my cruise is cancelled...all due to Mom's cancer. I never wanted this to be a sad blog, so I just don't say anything anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at my Facebook...it's about the only thing I have energy for on the internet. I hope you guys understand. I think I'll just lay low for awhile until there is something good to talk about. Bye bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1478609202251037460?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1478609202251037460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1478609202251037460' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1478609202251037460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1478609202251037460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-5410888028392138577</id><published>2009-04-13T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:32:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery is on...</title><content type='html'>The doctors met today and changed their minds about operating on my mom...I think they had to force the pulmonologist to change his mind, but anyway. We don't know when they're planning the surgery, but all three doctors in charge have met with Mom to discuss things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a high risk surgery. What they all say is that they're only operating because there are no alternatives. She will die if they don't operate and remove the tumor. The thing is, there is a big possibility she will die anyway. They believe she will survive the surgery, but not the recovery. They're afraid she won't be able to fight infection, pneumonia, etc. Mom told them that if she was going to die, she wanted to die fighting. So they're going to allow her to fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can get her through the first week after surgery, she has a great chance of returning to a normal life. We just have to keep praying that she's stronger than we think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're at it, pray for my strength too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-5410888028392138577?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/5410888028392138577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=5410888028392138577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5410888028392138577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5410888028392138577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/surgery-is-on.html' title='Surgery is on...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-5172313061240863507</id><published>2009-04-10T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:12:03.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What...</title><content type='html'>The surgeon won't operate on my mom. She was given an ultrasound and breathing test today to make sure she was strong enough to go through surgery. She isn't. The pulmonologist told her that he didn't think she would ever breathe on her own if they went through with the surgery. She would never come off the ventilator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are...no one has given her any alternatives to surgery. My mother wants to fight this, but no one is telling her how. I'm really angry with her doctors...these men walk in and announce something awful, then leave the room and we never see them again. The only person who seems concerned is her afternoon shift nurse, a really sweet woman who tries to answer all our questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last week, we thought Mom was fine...or as fine as she has been since the emphysema. She went to the hospital with bronchitis...and ended up with cancer. I'm in shock and exhausted. My sister and I haven't slept well in a week. And I get married in 7 weeks. We already know we're canceling the cruise, and I'm not sure about the wedding at this point either. It all depends on what (if any) options the doctors give us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-5172313061240863507?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/5172313061240863507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=5172313061240863507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5172313061240863507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5172313061240863507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-what.html' title='Now What...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-5120945996825540090</id><published>2009-04-09T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:57:12.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The roller coaster is never going to stop...</title><content type='html'>It's not good news for my mom. She finally had the colonoscopy today. They found a large mass on her colon. She will have surgery Monday if the doctors think her oxygen levels are high enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just in shock now...and I could really hurt the nurse who accidentally "let it slip" that there was a mass. She assumed we had already spoken to the doctor. Her first question...before she opened her mouth...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;have been "Has the doctor been in to see you?". As of 30 minutes ago, the doctor had not been in to talk to my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-5120945996825540090?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/5120945996825540090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=5120945996825540090' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5120945996825540090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5120945996825540090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/roller-coaster-is-never-going-to-stop.html' title='The roller coaster is never going to stop...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-7903096951150714013</id><published>2009-04-05T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:47:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the really short blog posts, but life is super busy right now. I miss you guys and I try to get around to read your blogs, even if I don't have a chance to comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I need from ya'll right now is prayers and/or good thoughts. My mom is in the hospital...her oxygen level is really low and they're doing chest x-rays. She has had Emphysema for years and now has a virus on top of that. She's just not feeling well at all. Just keep her in your thoughts, if you don't mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back around when the roller coaster stops for awhile. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-7903096951150714013?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/7903096951150714013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=7903096951150714013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/7903096951150714013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/7903096951150714013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6354984976356795689</id><published>2009-04-03T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:26:49.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Frenzy...</title><content type='html'>Tell me again why I'm getting married?? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6354984976356795689?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6354984976356795689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6354984976356795689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6354984976356795689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6354984976356795689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-frenzy.html' title='Wedding Frenzy...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-4172208875765660071</id><published>2009-03-25T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:03:00.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Becca...Random Facts</title><content type='html'>Random, odd facts about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I snore? Only when asleep on my back, which I try to never do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover or a fighter? You know, I think I'm more of a fighter. I don't want to be, but that's the mindset I've been in for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, were I a Lego builder? Were? I were not. I didn't have Lego's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think of "Reality TV"? Can't stand it!! I watched the very first Survivor, but when the mean naked man won, I swore to never watch that stuff again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I chew on straws? Nope, or pencils either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a cute baby? I guess...I had the biggest ears though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the single life for me? Almost over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is me keyboard? Argh, am I a pirate? Me keyboard is black, argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sing in the shower? Nope, usually I'm just barely awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever bungee jumped? No, chubby girls do not bungee jump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any secret talents? If I told you, I would have to shoot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my ideal vacation? a house on a private beach on an island...windows all around...white curtains...within driving distance to fun stuff. I've had this in my head for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I eaten sushi? Yes, and I only like the stuff that's been warmed. Cold fish is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I seen the movie "Donnie Darko" No, but I've heard it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I give a darn about the ozone? Yes, but there are other things that worry me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? No clue...candy is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sing the alphabet backwards? I guess, but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever been on an airplane? Yep, but not since 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Speedos hot? Not on anyone, at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my stand on hunting? Fun for Erik...boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is marriage in my future? Why yes, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like my handwriting? Yep, I have a very nice handwriting. Or at least I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I allergic to? Penicillin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I said "I Love You"? Last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Tupac still alive? Not to my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry at weddings? I try to avoid weddings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I like my eggs? scrambled...with cheese and salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are blonds dumb? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the other sock end up? I think there is a tunnel under my house, directly below my dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it? 8:48am...to early to be up on spring break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a nickname? not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is McDonald's disgusting? Nope, I'm fond of the chicken nuggets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I was in a car? last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I prefer baths or showers? Showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Santa Clause real? Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I afraid of the dark? Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I addicted to? Food...reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy or creamy peanut butter? Creamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever ridden in an ambulance? Yes, with my mom when she broke her ankle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I brushed my teeth today? none yet...don't let me breathe on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is drug free the way to be? Yes, if you're talking about the illegal ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wearing socks? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever hitch hiked? Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are my eyes? Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I cried? Hmmm, when I felt bad last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like my life? My life is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose life is better? To me, skinny people have a better life...but they might disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I physic? Do you mean psychic? No...and I'm not physic either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I read "Catcher in the Rye"? Yes!! One of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I play any instruments? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I skateboard? I've tried...and no I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like camping? No, I'm more of a hotel girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I snort when I laugh? Only once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in magic? Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a dog man's best friend? Yes, they probably are...just not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in divorce? I would have to say yes to this now...but I think some people give up too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do the Moonwalk? I could in 6th grade, but not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my mom know if I have a Face book page? I think so, but she can't even get on her computer without our help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing that I ate? Mini burgers from Chili's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like someone right now? I like everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most annoying TV commercial? Jack In The Box commercials. Geico commercials too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I shop at Target or WalMart*? Mostly Walmart...because groceries are cheaper there. I like Target much better though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite band at the moment? Paramore...Rascal Flatts...No way could I stop at one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-4172208875765660071?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/4172208875765660071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=4172208875765660071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4172208875765660071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4172208875765660071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/stolen-from-beccarandom-facts.html' title='Stolen from Becca...Random Facts'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2609434960335618776</id><published>2009-03-21T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:06:45.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize how much of a toll Mono would take on me. It's now been a week since I started feeling symptoms and I'm still unable to function normally. I did work yesterday, but I think I survived on pure adrenaline. By 1:00 or so, I was shaky and sweaty and ready to get out of there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was strong enough to go to Walmart for some groceries last night. Big mistake. I was ready to pass out within minutes so Erik took me home. I crashed in my bed around 9 last night while he went back to get the things we needed. Then today I slept until...get this...noon. I have never done that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming week is spring break, so I should be able to get all the rest I need. I hope I feel more like myself by the time I go back to work. Now, I think I'll go take a nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2609434960335618776?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2609434960335618776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2609434960335618776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2609434960335618776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2609434960335618776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-7992447673283448908</id><published>2009-03-16T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:15:42.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my self-diagnosis...</title><content type='html'>It's not flu. It's mono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should feel better by my wedding day...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-7992447673283448908?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/7992447673283448908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=7992447673283448908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/7992447673283448908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/7992447673283448908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-my-self-diagnosis.html' title='So much for my self-diagnosis...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6161417018382579975</id><published>2009-03-16T04:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:24:46.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My teeth are chattering...</title><content type='html'>I got chills, they're multiplyin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the flu. Fever, chills, painful cough. The whole kit 'n caboodle (is that how you spell it?) I've had a flu shot, but when one of my classes came down with it, our school nurse explained to us that our flu shot covered a different kind of flu...we were still susceptible to the kind the kids' had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying home from work today which I'm sure will just thrill my boss. I've already been home several days this semester with Bailey sick. Oh well, more time to work on wedding stuff. I scanned 175 childhood pics of Erik and I this past weekend, all for our slide show. Yes, I know I'll have to edit that number down or else our slide show will be an hour long...but his pictures are so cute! I want to use all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week everybody! 5 days 'til Spring Break...well, actually 4 days now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6161417018382579975?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6161417018382579975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6161417018382579975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6161417018382579975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6161417018382579975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-teeth-are-chattering.html' title='My teeth are chattering...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6278332708144074699</id><published>2009-03-10T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:49:49.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Details!</title><content type='html'>Here is our tentative plan for the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to start out with a slide show. Different songs are going to play while we show pictures of ourselves from childhood to now. Bailey even has a segment of the slide show. That will play as people are entering the church. Our music choices are still a little bit up in the air...I seem to be eliminating more of Erik's choices than mine. I can't help it...I'm just really picky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine will then start playing the bagpipes...he will play as Erik and his best man walk in and stand and continue playing while one by one our nieces and nephew walk down the aisle. Since they're really all too old to be ring bearers and flower girls we just want them to walk in so they can be part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my best friend and her sister will sing a duet that Erik loves as my sister and then Bailey and I walk down the aisle. Bailey is going to stand with us...he's as much a part of it as we are. I have no idea about the rest of the wedding...although I think our reception is pretty well figured out. We have a chocolate covered strawberry theme there. Erik is really excited about that...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the wedding is almost here. Two months basically and I don't feel prepared at all. I don't even have a dress picked out!!! Maybe I should do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Is is a weird wedding, or what? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6278332708144074699?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6278332708144074699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6278332708144074699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6278332708144074699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6278332708144074699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-details.html' title='Wedding Details!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-993558962630551999</id><published>2009-03-01T18:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:08:08.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: Procrastination Tool Meme</title><content type='html'>Cheers to all us thieves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;any Mexican or Japanese restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;cheese dip and chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;Tonsils...a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;I practically lifted Bailey today...he would not bend over to get a shot at the doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;I would change my middle name to almost anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s your goal for the year?&lt;br /&gt;To stop stressing about everything...to enjoy life more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;my sick little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;No...if you're an 800 number, I won't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It’s four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Erik's mom likes to send messages at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could change your eye color what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What’s on your wish list for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;any gift from my HUSBAND lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Does the future make you more nervous or excited?&lt;br /&gt;Both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any saved texts?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ever been in a car wreck?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have an accent?&lt;br /&gt;I have a southern accent, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the last song to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the songs we've chosen for our wedding slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Took care of Bailey and watched Love Boat on DVD...to prepare for our cruise. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, November 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Met someone who changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some for better...some for worse. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;With a brand spankin' new engagement ring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What song represents you?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch by Meredith Brooks...just kidding! That was a good song though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-993558962630551999?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/993558962630551999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=993558962630551999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/993558962630551999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/993558962630551999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-stealing-procrastination-tool.html' title='Sunday Stealing: Procrastination Tool Meme'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-5691416048764214159</id><published>2009-02-28T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:27:25.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I thought it was about time I updated. I can't help it...I really had nothing interesting to share. February is like that. I was bored &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; my life, much less &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; about it. Anyway, here are some random thoughts/feelings/gripes from the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My son participated in his first pinewood derby today with Cub Scouts. He came in 4th. He was .3 seconds behind the 3rd place finisher. My question is, who decided that only the top 3 get trophies? Yes, I'm a little disappointed for my boy, but this was his first year to do this. We'll try again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm tired of hearing the words "weight related" every time I visit a doctor. Not every health issue can be "weight related". I think it's discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These wedding plans are driving me crazy. I want to go live in a cave until it's all over. (But we have some really great stuff planned!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It was 75 degrees outside day before yesterday. Today it's snowing. I can't keep my sinuses happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I can't think of anything else to say. Plus, my kid is sick as a dog with tonsillitis and keeps interrupting me. I hope everyone has a good weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-5691416048764214159?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/5691416048764214159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=5691416048764214159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5691416048764214159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5691416048764214159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2701790160135439022</id><published>2009-02-17T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:35:59.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what they say about plans...</title><content type='html'>Oh well, I just thought I was keeping an important job announcement from you guys. A few weeks ago, I finally had had ENOUGH of the constant drama where I work. I didn't become a teacher to work with grownups...I wanted to work with children. I don't really get to do that though. I supervise...I don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was ready to give it up at the end of the school year. I applied for graduate school...I applied for financial aid. Erik agreed to switch shifts at his job to make more money. I agreed to find part time work while I went back to school. Then the crappy economy slapped us in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik went to a meeting yesterday in which he learned that there may be major layoffs where he works. The factory is struggling...filed bankruptcy last year and still trying to keep afloat. There are rumors that another company is buying them out. Major changes are definitely ahead for them. He doesn't think he'll lose his job there, but he may be demoted. He will take a major pay cut just to keep this job...a job he's had for 11 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love the people I work with...I adore the kids. I love so much about this job. I'm tired though...I've already lasted more years at it than most special ed teachers. It was time for a change. I may still take one class a semester, but I wanted to just be free for awhile. Oh well. It's probably not to be for a few more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2701790160135439022?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2701790160135439022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2701790160135439022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2701790160135439022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2701790160135439022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-what-they-say-about-plans.html' title='You know what they say about plans...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-432169299461243530</id><published>2009-02-14T07:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:45:56.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Swap 2009!</title><content type='html'>Am I the first one awake this morning?? I've been up since 5:30...sneezing. My allergies are killing me. Anyway, time to show off my Valentine gifts and thank my wonderful swap buddy&lt;a href="http://nemom.blogspot.com/"&gt; Tracie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbIcUCWU9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sf-fZWSQv7U/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbIcUCWU9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sf-fZWSQv7U/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646000015791058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful gifts! She gave me an inspirational book of stories, some of which have gotten me all choked up. She also gave me a gorgeous red bracelet accented with a heart, two cute Valentine towels, a pretty heart covered bucket and two chocolate suckers. At one point, there was also a bag of chocolate candy. It has uh...inexplicably disappeared. Yeah, disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see everyone else's stuff! Thank you again, Tracie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbJ-HLLhLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sLIdr_lrSt0/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbJ-HLLhLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sLIdr_lrSt0/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302647680190350514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbKRFNhcJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H_Ksmwd2u0M/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbKRFNhcJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H_Ksmwd2u0M/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302648006080819346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-432169299461243530?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/432169299461243530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=432169299461243530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/432169299461243530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/432169299461243530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-swap-2009.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Swap 2009!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SZbIcUCWU9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sf-fZWSQv7U/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-3833670623189824745</id><published>2009-02-12T05:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:03:12.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime Survey...from Dory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 Questions about Springtime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you could pick one season to last all year (without moving), would you? Which one would it be? &lt;/span&gt;I would pick late spring, early summer. Am I allowed to be that specific? I love it when the sun is really bright outside and the temps are still in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do you have spring allergies?&lt;/span&gt; I have year round allergies! Right now I feel like my head is being squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Name your three favorite blooming flowers.&lt;/span&gt; Most flowers make my throat hurt, so I'm not as fond of them as I should be. However, I love fuchsias, roses, and daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you trim your trees in the spring before new growth begins or in the fall before they go dormant for the winter? &lt;/span&gt; I only had one tree and the ice broke it in too many places to save it. I did have it trimmed in the spring though. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you mow your own yard or do you hire someone to do it?&lt;/span&gt; I used to pay a guy in my neighborhood $10 to mow it, but now Erik handles that. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. When do you start to wear sandals? (The first day without snow?)&lt;/span&gt; I can't wear sandals at work so I probably wait later than anyone. Sometime in mid spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you mind the whole “April showers” thing?&lt;/span&gt; YES, I don't like rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Name three things that constitute “spring cleaning” for you?&lt;/span&gt; I love spring cleaning! I open the doors and let the warmth and wind in while I clean the floors, rearrange the furniture and redo the closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Do you actually DO spring cleaning?&lt;/span&gt; See above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do the longer daylight hours of springtime change your evening routine from what you did on dreary winter evenings?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I'm more likely to get out at night and shop or visit friends. I don't drive well at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What are you looking forward to most this spring?&lt;/span&gt; My wedding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Do you ever want to “play hookey” from work on the 1st lovely spring days of spring?&lt;/span&gt; I always want to play hookey from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Is it time to clean out your closet? ;)&lt;/span&gt; No, they're okay right now. I had help with them in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-3833670623189824745?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/3833670623189824745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=3833670623189824745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3833670623189824745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3833670623189824745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/springtime-surveyfrom-dory.html' title='Springtime Survey...from Dory'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2397258105296075514</id><published>2009-02-11T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:16:42.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Hi...</title><content type='html'>Hi! I don't really have any big news but I'm in the mood to blog, so here I am. I did order Valentine's Day goodies for my boys today. For Bailey, I ordered a singing balloon (that should drive me crazy) and a stuffed bat. I know that's weird, but he's a nine year old boy and he didn't want anything "girly". A bat is definitely not girly and I think he'll love it...he's just that kind of kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Erik, the girl I talked to from the florist recommended a coffee mug decorated in deer hunting stuff and a couple of balloons. I'm a little nervous because I ordered all of this over the phone. I trust this florist though and have ordered from them every year so it should be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sickly here at my house...Erik and I are miserable with sinus infections (probably from letting the cats live inside for the last few weeks). We've got to get some consistent weather outside...this fluctuation in temps is not helping anyone. It's 56 degrees today, but I hear the temps are going down this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is just crazy lately. I got a note from his teacher yesterday letting me know how his behavior has changed. He's talking constantly at school...and at home for that matter. Apparently yesterday his teacher was evaluated by the school principal and Bailey would not behave...he got in trouble repeatedly for talking even while the principal was in the classroom. I was furious with him when I found that out. There is nothing more nerve wracking for a teacher than being watched and judged by the principal while children are misbehaving. Needless to say, Bailey is grounded from the tv, computer and video games until the weekend and feeling guilty for acting so terrible. She did say in her letter to me that he's always a respectful, sweet kid who has always been good before. I'm hoping this weather is causing a little of this...he's cooped up inside the house and has been since the beginning of winter. Now he can't even go out in the driveway to ride his bike or scooter because of the fallen limbs. Our whole yard is a safety hazard right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all I've got for now. I did mail out my Valentine's swap gifts on time so I hope they're either there already or on their way! Can't wait to see what everyone is getting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2397258105296075514?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2397258105296075514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2397258105296075514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2397258105296075514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2397258105296075514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/saying-hi.html' title='Saying Hi...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-3159863770814596621</id><published>2009-02-07T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:46:30.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Kelly, and I'm a Mountain Dewaholic...</title><content type='html'>Sometime before the ice storm happened I mentioned that I was going to have Lapband surgery. Well, I finally had my office consult with the surgeon this week and he says it looks like I'll be ready for surgery in as little as 8 weeks as long as my insurance cooperates. He only had one concern from all the questionnaires I had filled out in his office...what kind of sugary beverage was I consuming "several" glasses of daily??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him Mt. Dew and watched his eyes roll. For those who don't know about the deliciousness that is Mt. Dew, let me explain it. Mt. or Mountain Dew (if you have time to type it out) is a southern concoction owned by the Pepsi people with more sugar and caffeine in it than basically any other carbonated beverage. It's also been the love of my food-life and bane of my weight-existence since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he learned that Mt. Dew was my weakness, my doctor flatly informed me that I had to give them up IMMEDIATELY. He even told me that if he found out that I was still drinking them up to the time of my surgery, he would NOT perform the surgery. He was that serious about it. No more Mt. Dews, or any other carbonated beverages...ever. The theory is that the carbonation in sodas (or pops for you northern folks) makes your stomach expand and messes up your appetite and could displace the Lapband, thus irritating and annoying your surgeon profusely when he has to go back in and fix it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with doing away with every other soda...I'm very happy with unsweet tea. It's what I drink at all restaurants and most of the time at home. I don't like any other soda except Mt. Dew...but my like of Mt. Dew borders on obsession. To badly quote Twilight, Mt. Dew is my "exact brand of heroin". How sad is that?? I can understand an obsession with cheesecake or Snickers bars...my love for chicken nachos is pretty strong...but giving up Mt. Dew makes me want to cry. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother drinks Dr. Pepper and my dad was a Pepsi fan, but from a very young age I can remember begging them to buy me Mt. Dew. I would have always rather had water than any other soda. I will turn my nose up at the rest of them. I have no idea what it is about Mt. Dew that I love...it has sugar, but so do all the other drinks...it has caffeine, but so does iced tea. I don't get it, but if I've had a bad day or I'm under stress, a nice cold 20 oz. serving of the yellow green (I'll admit it looks like pee) stuff makes me feel better. It's my ultimate comfort food and it isn't even a food. The first thing I do when I arrive at work in the morning is take a sip from a Mt. Dew. They can bombard me with all the paperwork and drama and craziness all day...as long as I have a Mt. Dew to smooth it over. It's also the first thing I want in the morning...just like that first cigarette of the morning that my mom used to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to give them up. I haven't had one since my doctor told me not to, and I won't have one. I really want this surgery to work. I probably won't really miss them until Monday morning at work. That's when it will hit me. If my mom can quit smoking...an actual addiction...then surely I can quit my favorite soda. Right? Of course I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-3159863770814596621?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/3159863770814596621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=3159863770814596621' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3159863770814596621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3159863770814596621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-name-is-kelly-and-im-mountain.html' title='My name is Kelly, and I&apos;m a Mountain Dewaholic...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6691827505994760116</id><published>2009-02-01T18:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:37:16.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Storm Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-xSyKy0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZQ0gtxwxIQI/s1600-h/Ice+Storm+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-xSyKy0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZQ0gtxwxIQI/s320/Ice+Storm+2009+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297991028224740162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-dn9c4UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UOeTH0XmIOs/s1600-h/Ice+Storm+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-dn9c4UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UOeTH0XmIOs/s320/Ice+Storm+2009+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297990690311823682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-N-DtidI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qwOWutRmyLA/s1600-h/Ice+Storm+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-N-DtidI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qwOWutRmyLA/s320/Ice+Storm+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297990421365754322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY97Od6bQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Znfz4PTF7aE/s1600-h/Ice+Storm+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY97Od6bQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Znfz4PTF7aE/s320/Ice+Storm+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297990099353103618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY9vjy5u5I/AAAAAAAAADw/K09jUj3BGhs/s1600-h/Ice+Storm+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY9vjy5u5I/AAAAAAAAADw/K09jUj3BGhs/s320/Ice+Storm+2009+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297989898919852946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY9gXcwHzI/AAAAAAAAADo/il8TfbJyclg/s1600-h/Ice+Storm+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY9gXcwHzI/AAAAAAAAADo/il8TfbJyclg/s320/Ice+Storm+2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297989637907685170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree in the last two pictures is mine...was mine. It fell branch by branch onto our roof and into the yard. You see the man under the tree? That's Erik...and one Y shaped branch fell on him, but he was standing in the Y and only got scratches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even pictures can't describe how scary this area looks right now, but you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6691827505994760116?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6691827505994760116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6691827505994760116' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6691827505994760116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6691827505994760116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-storm-pictures.html' title='The Ice Storm Pictures'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SYY-xSyKy0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZQ0gtxwxIQI/s72-c/Ice+Storm+2009+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-8399099840414668191</id><published>2009-02-01T08:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:47:47.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Thaw...</title><content type='html'>We finally have electricity after five days in the dark because of the horrible ice storm. There was a total blackout in my county last Tuesday. No power...no phones, even cell phone service was gone for days. Many others in my town and surrounding towns are still in the dark and could be for five weeks. No one has worked or gone to school since last Monday. We lost a local police chief when a tree branch fell on him, killing him instantly. Others are in hospitals due to carbon monoxide poisoning. We have crews from surrounding states working round the clock to restore power. There are water boil orders...trees down in the middle of houses...curfews...and churches that have become temporary homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lucky...it could have been so much worse. We'll all recover from this. I'm just thankful my sister got her power back on before us and we had a warm place to stay. I've never been through anything like this, and I never want to go through it again. I will never take for granted things like batteries...electricity...blankets...flashlights...hot food...and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures, but my camera is still at my sister's house. You have to see it all to believe it. I'll get pics up this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-8399099840414668191?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/8399099840414668191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=8399099840414668191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8399099840414668191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8399099840414668191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-thaw.html' title='The Big Thaw...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-3177745846033060286</id><published>2009-01-25T06:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:22:00.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happened again...</title><content type='html'>This always happens. I get too wrapped up in life and forget to blog. Well, I don't actually forget, but I just don't have time. Forgive me?? I guess I'll just give you guys an update although I really want to talk about a decision I've made. I can't say much yet, but it involves work. You guys who've known me for years and gone through the job stress with me will understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's review what's happened since I was here last. My aunt died. She was my mother's sister. We were never really close to her...I'm not sure what happened between those two as kids, but she and my mom didn't get along. I saw her sporadically over the years, and that always upset me because I loved her kids and grandkids. I would really have liked to be close with them. My mom's brother and his family was always very close to my aunt...they hung around together all the time. I hate going to that kind of funeral...where you should be close to the family but aren't and you spend all your time sitting in a corner because no on knows you. Yeah, good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed at the funeral was how frail my mother has become. She found out eight years ago that she has Emphysema and it has taken it's toll. She can't walk for long distances...she has trouble breathing...even a trip to the grocery store exhausts her. But seeing her with people her own age was a shock...she was like a ninety year old. Her brother helped her walk at the visitation...she couldn't walk out to the cemetary for the funeral so I stayed inside the church with her. People came up to her as she sat to give their condolences because she didn't have the energy to go to them. Her sister was 77 when she died and Mom is 71. I don't know that my mom will make it to 77 and it's really hit me hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and I are doing fine. We have our cruise almost paid for...just waiting for tax refunds to finish it off. We've decided to have a very small, family only wedding to cut down on costs but then we're having a huge reception/party once we come back from the cruise. I'm not a big wedding person...I think a lot of money is wasted on the ceremony, so this seems best for us. Bailey is excited, though he's already starting to dread this summer because of the visits with his dad. I told him he would probably spend that week of our cruise with his dad and he cried. He wants to spend it with my sister and her kids, but this way he's at least getting the first week of his six week visitation with his dad out of the way. What a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, big news and I almost forgot! I'm in the "process" of getting scheduled for Lapband surgery. I say it like that because it's still going to take forever to get to that point. I'm sure it won't take place until after my wedding and cruise, so I'm not even going to worry about that. Would I like to have it sooner and be thinner for my wedding, yes, but that's not going to happen. Right now I'm waiting for the surgeon to schedule my first office appointment...he's so busy with these surgeries that you can't just call and get an appointment. He fits you in somewhere and you just better drop everything and go when he wants you. One thing that concerns me is my insurance will change over to Erik's in May. I hope the switch doesn't delay everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a quote yesterday that sums up how I feel right now and it's from the book I'm reading, "Broken Open" by Elizabeth Lesser. It's about getting through difficult times and how to handle changes. The quote is from writer Anais Nin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the time came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go through a lot of changes this year. Change is always hard for me...I never want to leave my safe little box. The time has come though...it's time for me to blossom. It's time to see what else is out there in the world for me. You'll have to be patient with me while I freak out, because I know I will...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get around to everyone and visit. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-3177745846033060286?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/3177745846033060286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=3177745846033060286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3177745846033060286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3177745846033060286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-happened-again.html' title='It&apos;s happened again...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-8240628341780635864</id><published>2009-01-15T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:37:07.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My special needs cat...</title><content type='html'>It's 17 degrees outside. Being the awesome pet parents we are, Erik and I brought two of our three cats into the house until it warms up (Stormy, the rebel, refused to be moved inside). Erik set up two litter boxes, and we hoped and prayed the youngest cat, Shorty, would use one of them...or at least use a spot on the floor that we could easily clean. Back when I did have him inside, his favorite places were beside the end table and behind the recliner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when I mentioned Shorty? We could never litter box train him...he poops on the driveway...he poops on the front porch...he has issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house like usual this morning. I went to work and Erik took Bae to school. I got a text message at 8:30 from Erik. He returned to the house...Shorty had pooped on the coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight, we come home from getting pizza...Shorty had pooped under the computer table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Shorty is on his own tonight...outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-8240628341780635864?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/8240628341780635864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=8240628341780635864' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8240628341780635864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8240628341780635864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-special-needs-cat.html' title='My special needs cat...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-3428595098111248261</id><published>2009-01-13T06:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:14:52.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Boat...</title><content type='html'>soon will be making another run...ahem, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked our cruise!! Seven days on Carnival...Montego, Grand Cayman, Cozumel. Yay! I was a little freaked out about it yesterday (big purchases make me nauseous), but everyone says we got a good deal and it's so much cheaper than any of those couples/honeymoon resorts. I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-3428595098111248261?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/3428595098111248261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=3428595098111248261' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3428595098111248261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/3428595098111248261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-boat.html' title='The Love Boat...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2590665337610134316</id><published>2009-01-11T00:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:12:50.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon advice needed...</title><content type='html'>Uh, not THAT kind of advice silly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and I are trying to decide where to go on our honeymoon and he's really wanting to go on a cruise. I've never been on a cruise, but I thought some of you might have. Can anyone give us advice or tell us how their trip went? Any help is appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2590665337610134316?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2590665337610134316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2590665337610134316' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2590665337610134316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2590665337610134316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/honeymoon-advice-needed.html' title='Honeymoon advice needed...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-9019946031034090958</id><published>2009-01-07T21:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:25:21.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh...</title><content type='html'>I hate January. It has me in a funk...as usual this time of year. I just get sluggish and moody after Christmas. Even my blog posts aren't coming along as fast as they were. I don't know if things would be different had I not become a teacher, but as soon as Christmas break is over I'm depressed for weeks. There is nothing in the near future to look forward to except really cold, rainy weather and stir crazy preschoolers (as well as teachers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work stinks because we're coming down from the holiday high...first, we have Halloween and the parties, costumes and treats that go along with that. Then Thanksgiving, where we get out for three days and we make all kinds of cool art projects. Then December is just fun all around with food and presents and parties. But what the heck do we do with January? We make the requisite snowmen in art...but what's the point of that when it hardly ever snows here? I get tired of reading books about snow when it's 50 degrees outside. And we have no break at school until mid March. Not even a day off unless we get a day out for an ice storm...and we have to make those up in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just the general mood of January is no fun. It's usually cloudy and the sun goes down at 5. I don't like coats or sweaters...and my skin dries up like an itchy prune. I'm not fond of February either, but at least it's short and closer to spring. The sun stays out a little longer. I can survive February...at least there is Valentine's Day to make things fun at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally counting down the days until spring on a calendar on my front door. I really should live in Florida. I'm SO not a winter person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done bi*chin' now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-9019946031034090958?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/9019946031034090958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=9019946031034090958' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/9019946031034090958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/9019946031034090958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleh.html' title='Bleh...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2529959637122398048</id><published>2009-01-03T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:58:09.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is how it happened...</title><content type='html'>We got the ring back from Zales on Monday. All that was left to do was have our annual New Year's Eve party and wait until Erik proposed. Our party was great...with the exception of having to clean the house for days beforehand. We were playing Trivial Pursuit 80's Edition when the countdown to midnight began. Everyone was counting and Erik took the little box out of his computer desk. Right at midnight he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I said yes, and even though it wasn't a surprise, I still cried. It was so sweet. Bailey was jumping up and down and my friends were clapping. It couldn't have been any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have the wedding to plan. Some must haves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bailey has to be there. His father secretly married 5 weeks after our divorce without his son there. I thought that was really tacky and sneaky. My son will be front and center on my wedding day...because it's his life that's changing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laid back and informal. I don't like weddings, mine or anyone else's. Ceremonies annoy me...and stress me out. I don't do weddings or graduations and I hate funerals. I'm weird that way. However, I do want something for my family and Erik's family to attend...even it's just really small and casual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sixty pounds less. I'm not about to make a resolution this year after getting everything I've ever wanted, but I do need to lose weight. 60 pounds won't get it all off me, but it will definitely make me feel better. I'm the worst diet slacker there is...wish me luck on this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on this stuff??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2529959637122398048?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2529959637122398048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2529959637122398048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2529959637122398048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2529959637122398048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-how-it-happened.html' title='So this is how it happened...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-5974140427219754686</id><published>2009-01-01T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:25:54.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'M ENGAGED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Happy New Year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVz8gPwG0VI/AAAAAAAAADY/L8iJFrL9Kqs/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Eve+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVz8gPwG0VI/AAAAAAAAADY/L8iJFrL9Kqs/s320/New+Year%27s+Eve+2008+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286377693540438354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-5974140427219754686?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/5974140427219754686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=5974140427219754686' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5974140427219754686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/5974140427219754686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVz8gPwG0VI/AAAAAAAAADY/L8iJFrL9Kqs/s72-c/New+Year%27s+Eve+2008+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-721279135819816684</id><published>2008-12-29T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:44:45.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up...</title><content type='html'>Well, after a few pleading phone calls, we found a jewelry store that does in house sizing (the one we bought the ring from did not)and that might have time to work on it. I took the ring to Zales this morning and the girl at the counter added my precious ring to the hundred others waiting to be sized. She charged me $60 to resize it. I'll gladly pay that to keep Erik smiling today. She wrote down that I needed it by the end of the day on the 30th...just to hurry the job up a little. I'm really hoping it gets done, but at this point I'm not holding my breath. We're preparing for our New Year's Eve party just as before...no matter what happens, engagement or not, it's going to be a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the store we originally bought the ring from, we will never buy from it again. Not only did he speak with the local jewelry department manager yesterday, but Erik also spoke with the Customer Service Manager at the home office. The home office people were very nice, but our local store was awful. When they realized what our problem was, they kept transferring Erik to other departments to avoid dealing with him. At different points, he was transferred to the automotive and then shoe departments. It was so unprofessional. Erik filed a complaint with the home office. As far as I know, that's all we can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers that everything goes well when we pick up the ring tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-721279135819816684?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/721279135819816684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=721279135819816684' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/721279135819816684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/721279135819816684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/follow-up.html' title='Follow Up...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-2672940262684525190</id><published>2008-12-28T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:06:57.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans...</title><content type='html'>I could cry for my sweet boyfriend right now. We picked out an engagement ring several months ago and Erik put it in layaway. When he set up the account, I remember our saleswoman asking what size I needed and it was a size larger than what they had in stock. She wrote down the size I needed...filled out a long form about it and we went on our happy way. Nothing has been said since then about the ring because I knew Erik was waiting until the perfect time to propose. He wanted it to be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Day, Erik asked me to get his keys out of his coat pocket. The ring was in there in it's box. He had paid it out of layaway the day before but forgot and left it in his pocket. Being the girl I am, I tried it on before I put it back where I got it. It did not fit. The store had never sized it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated letting him know about it, my sister told me not to say anything. But I finally told him today when I found out he was planning on proposing in front of all our friends and family on New Year's Eve. I didn't realize he would take it so badly. He called the store...they admitted they never sized it, the manager apologized but said he wouldn't do anything about it. The only option we have is to return the ring and wait 10 days for it to be sized. Erik is devastated...I've never seen him this upset. I feel bad for telling him I tried it on, but he says he's glad I did so that we could find out before the party that it doesn't fit. He says it would've embarrassed him if he had not known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried explaining that the ring isn't the important thing...we can just tell our friends that the store messed up...he can still propose...but his plans are shot. The surprise is gone. It's a huge deal to him and I feel awful that I (and the stupid store) ruined it for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do. I wish I could lose about 30 pounds between now and Wednesday so that it would fit. I hate disappointing him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVf4XLwswpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FIvMIpwwJ2E/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVf4XLwswpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FIvMIpwwJ2E/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284965764920296082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-2672940262684525190?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/2672940262684525190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=2672940262684525190' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2672940262684525190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/2672940262684525190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVf4XLwswpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FIvMIpwwJ2E/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1688273839240652871</id><published>2008-12-27T12:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:21:41.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZxvWPRZGI/AAAAAAAAADI/WNRxKlKqcPk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZxvWPRZGI/AAAAAAAAADI/WNRxKlKqcPk/s320/Christmas+2008+278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284536271003280482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZxH7R3qSI/AAAAAAAAADA/6mgK_6a5URU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZxH7R3qSI/AAAAAAAAADA/6mgK_6a5URU/s320/Christmas+2008+249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284535593751521570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZw2dx9iRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nZvWefLewLo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZw2dx9iRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nZvWefLewLo/s320/Christmas+2008+246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284535293775284498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZvmC69g_I/AAAAAAAAACo/9QeDEQPHYIk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZvmC69g_I/AAAAAAAAACo/9QeDEQPHYIk/s320/Christmas+2008+251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284533912175739890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZvGPipbvI/AAAAAAAAACg/ysWxnDD-T7g/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZvGPipbvI/AAAAAAAAACg/ysWxnDD-T7g/s320/Christmas+2008+180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284533365807607538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZu5XKsH2I/AAAAAAAAACY/p5-DXLLb52Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZu5XKsH2I/AAAAAAAAACY/p5-DXLLb52Q/s320/Christmas+2008+147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284533144516304738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZuqoIbK-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5ktT9AtmAYw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZuqoIbK-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5ktT9AtmAYw/s320/Christmas+2008+181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284532891372170210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZuWw0xTzI/AAAAAAAAACI/7DuB6K7BOyM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZuWw0xTzI/AAAAAAAAACI/7DuB6K7BOyM/s320/Christmas+2008+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284532550108270386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZuHTVhoEI/AAAAAAAAACA/2u2iv5FwQvo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZuHTVhoEI/AAAAAAAAACA/2u2iv5FwQvo/s320/Christmas+2008+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284532284494553154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZt6Ctda7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UZS3_57LkmQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZt6Ctda7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UZS3_57LkmQ/s320/Christmas+2008+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284532056693238706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZtrIWG58I/AAAAAAAAABw/sPKDGGuLaZg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZtrIWG58I/AAAAAAAAABw/sPKDGGuLaZg/s320/Christmas+2008+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284531800507869122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1688273839240652871?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1688273839240652871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1688273839240652871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1688273839240652871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1688273839240652871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas-in-pictures.html' title='Our Christmas in Pictures'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SVZxvWPRZGI/AAAAAAAAADI/WNRxKlKqcPk/s72-c/Christmas+2008+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-9121343111032753918</id><published>2008-12-23T22:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:10:18.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...</title><content type='html'>Remember this time last year, Jean? Cubbs? Becca? Do you remember how miserable I was? I cried every day...I barely shopped for Christmas...we ate snack food instead of the usual Christmas spread...Bailey was so unhappy. We didn't sleep at night. It was horrible. I just wanted Christmas over with. I promised myself that this year would be different. I had no idea how different it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been like a dream come true. I am truly blessed. Not just because of Erik coming into my life and Bailey's happiness (and my own), but because of all you awesome people. I'm so happy I moved over to blogger. You guys are great! I had forgotten how fun blogging could be. I hope to be right here this time next year...reading about your lives and enjoying your friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas everybody! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-9121343111032753918?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/9121343111032753918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=9121343111032753918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/9121343111032753918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/9121343111032753918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1952523339957865862</id><published>2008-12-22T06:42:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:38:09.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Swap 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>This was so much fun!! My box came from the great state of Texas from &lt;a href="http://mizangie.blogspot.com"&gt;Mizangie&lt;/a&gt; and it was filled with all kinds of goodies from the Lone Star State. (Oh, and if I had known I was supposed to send along items unique to Arkansas to my swap partner, poor &lt;a href="http://luckydorito.com/"&gt;Dory&lt;/a&gt; would have the whole &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Bob_Duggar"&gt;Jim Bob Duggar&lt;/a&gt; family in her house right now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my favorite thing is this horseshoe and star Christmas ornament. I hope we do this swap forever so that I can get an ornament from everyone's state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-OlBroy1I/AAAAAAAAABI/BMXppFZJwcU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-OlBroy1I/AAAAAAAAABI/BMXppFZJwcU/s320/Christmas+2008+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282597654686649170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my cocoa and snowman tin...I have to hide the cocoa from Bailey. Notice the Texas flag in the background. Erik has decided this is his new bandanna for our river trips next summer. I don't know about that...not sure Angie would approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-PhPcBM5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6AJN9vxIAQ4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-PhPcBM5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6AJN9vxIAQ4/s320/Christmas+2008+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282598689171387282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love this patch from Texas! Now I need a leather jacket to sew it onto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-Qkak7AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/tAyMLM3U7Bs/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-Qkak7AzI/AAAAAAAAABY/tAyMLM3U7Bs/s320/Christmas+2008+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282599843212755762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my silver picture frame and mulberry good smelling candle from Tyler Candle Company. Erik keeps his nose in this candle most of the time. It smells divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-RjHRnH7I/AAAAAAAAABg/QyGru80XBbo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-RjHRnH7I/AAAAAAAAABg/QyGru80XBbo/s320/Christmas+2008+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282600920363245490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, here is the box. I'm just showing it because Erik and Bailey got a kick out of saying "frageeelaaaay" when they saw it...lol. We love A Christmas Story obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-SKFM52xI/AAAAAAAAABo/cdDDb_FWqOg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-SKFM52xI/AAAAAAAAABo/cdDDb_FWqOg/s320/Christmas+2008+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282601589821528850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! Thank you Angie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1952523339957865862?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1952523339957865862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1952523339957865862' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1952523339957865862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1952523339957865862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-swap-2008.html' title='Christmas Swap 2008!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SU-OlBroy1I/AAAAAAAAABI/BMXppFZJwcU/s72-c/Christmas+2008+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1982481977542469914</id><published>2008-12-21T03:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:21:38.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a night...</title><content type='html'>My oldest niece (Junior) had an emergency appendectomy tonight...at around 1am. I just got home from the hospital. I will update when I'm more coherent...that could be awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1982481977542469914?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1982481977542469914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1982481977542469914' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1982481977542469914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1982481977542469914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-night.html' title='What a night...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-8770818524074972714</id><published>2008-12-17T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:11:12.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats are weird...</title><content type='html'>We have three cats in the family. Stormy-the oldest and crankiest, Sophie-my beautiful Calico, and our youngest cat Shorty-less than a year old, slightly mentally challenged. Shorty lives outside because we could never litter box train him. He would poop anywhere...the litter box, the couch, the living room floor. So we had to move him outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed today that Shorty has not been "doing his business" in the yard (or my flower bed) like he usually does. Apparently he doesn't like to squat in the icy grass. Instead, he's been pooping in our driveway and on our porch...on the ice covered concrete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain this cat to me...please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SUmf4U0bvqI/AAAAAAAAABA/5EBoWlXwOmM/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SUmf4U0bvqI/AAAAAAAAABA/5EBoWlXwOmM/s320/Halloween+2008+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280927828078739106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-8770818524074972714?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/8770818524074972714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=8770818524074972714' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8770818524074972714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/8770818524074972714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/cats-are-weird.html' title='Cats are weird...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/SUmf4U0bvqI/AAAAAAAAABA/5EBoWlXwOmM/s72-c/Halloween+2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6308062535454827947</id><published>2008-12-15T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:06:44.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day tomorrow!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay! School is canceled tomorrow! I get to sleep late and then clean my house...yes, I'm happy about that for some reason. Tonight I made taco soup. Tomorrow I'm making chili...unless my son balks because he hates chili. Then it's chicken nuggets...either way, I'm going to be home! Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6308062535454827947?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6308062535454827947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6308062535454827947' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6308062535454827947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6308062535454827947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day-tomorrow.html' title='Snow Day tomorrow!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6099922954561599333</id><published>2008-12-15T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:27:14.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my World...</title><content type='html'>We interrupt this blog to bring you Arkansas winter weather. There is a 30% chance of light sleet forecasted for later tonight, therefore every school, business, church and doctor's office should cease all activities and people should run panicked to their cars immediately. At this point, hightail it to the nearest grocery store. Every attempt should be made to wipe clean the shelves at Walmart Supercenter. No gallon of milk must be left when you are finished. Seriously, you may be stranded for up to a day in your home. You will starve unless you buy at least $100 worth of bread,eggs and toilet paper. Then commence to your vehicles and drive one of two ways: slow as Christmas or faster than a speeding bullet. Make sure to use absolutely no common sense while driving. Finally, cloister yourself in your home...turn on the Weather Channel...and wait for your children to be hastily let out of school amid widespread chaos and panic (but only after 1pm, so that the school board can count it as a full day and get their money). Enjoy your time off by attempting to make a snowman using only a 1/8 inch layer of ice from your driveway, since that's all you have. Do not leave your home until the temperature warms up to 50 degrees...which is forecasted tomorrow. Thank you for tuning in and be sure to watch the continuous scroll of closings at the bottom of your screen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6099922954561599333?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6099922954561599333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6099922954561599333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6099922954561599333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6099922954561599333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my World...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-143452973667264656</id><published>2008-12-13T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:07:14.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 9: 'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>1. Do you enjoy receiving or giving presents more?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE giving presents to Bailey. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled about every gift I open and I love giving gifts to others...but it just makes me happy to find the perfect thing for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is you favorite holiday film?&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wonderful Life...it has a wonderful message, even if it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you started or finished your gift shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much finished...just looking for a few things for Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What does this time of year mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;A well deserved break from school!!! I know that sounds like it's not all that important, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite holiday song?&lt;br /&gt;Traditional-O Holy Night, Contemporary-Jingle Bell Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you love about the holiday season?&lt;br /&gt;Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you hate about the holiday season?&lt;br /&gt;People take the gifts too seriously. I'm guilty of this too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do religious ceremonies play a part in your holiday traditions? If yes, how?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My church includes Christmas music in our December services. We also have potlucks and skits and a lot of community service projects. My church rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who will you spend the holidays with?&lt;br /&gt;My boys...my mom...my sis and her family...all the usual suspects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-143452973667264656?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/143452973667264656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=143452973667264656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/143452973667264656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/143452973667264656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-9.html' title='Saturday 9: &apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6635546302104902514</id><published>2008-12-12T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:46:32.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;You Are an Ingrid!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.ingrid_.jpg" alt="mm.ingrid_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being an Ingrid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* my ability to establish warm connections with people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being unique and being seen as unique by others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* having aesthetic sensibilities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being an Ingrid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feeling guilty when I disappoint people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* expecting too much from myself and life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* fearing being abandoned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* obsessing over resentments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* longing for what I don't have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingrids as Children Often&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are very sensitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feel that they don't fit in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* believe they are missing something that other people have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingrids as Parents&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* help their children become who they really are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* support their children's creativity and originality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are sometimes overly critical or overly protective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6635546302104902514?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6635546302104902514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6635546302104902514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6635546302104902514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6635546302104902514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-result-for-are-you-jackie-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-4644404186306900686</id><published>2008-12-12T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:02:06.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lonely...nah, just kidding!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe I'm alone on a Friday night and happy about it? This is unusual for me, but I think I just needed some time off from being the mom and friend and girlfriend. Bailey is with his dad and Erik is at work...so it's just me, a book, and the gorgeous Christmas tree. Oh, and the lights are working outside again, thanks to my honey! He's awesome! (And if he had not fixed them, I think Yellow would have yelled at him...lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading some fluffy vampire romance book tonight. I think I got so wrapped up in Twilight-mania that I just can't give the vamps up yet. I've moved on to the Sookie Stackhouse books (which are great, but freak me out a little) and now a book about a girl wanting a vampire for Christmas. I'm sick, I know...you don't have to tell me. I have more vampire novels in my bookshelf than anything else. Seriously...Maggie Shayne...Laurell K. Hamilton...Stephenie Meyer...Charlaine Harris...Anne Rice...I need professional help here. Maybe I should switch to werewolves for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas, I have one more week of school left until the two week break! I'm excited. I have way too much Christmas spirit this year...I'm bordering on obnoxious. It's so unlike me! Until this year, I was feeling like the month of November was cursed. The worst days of my life have nearly all happened in November, so the end of the year holidays were always miserable. Last year at this time, I was devastated because of a breakup...I refused to cook for Christmas...I barely bought presents for Bailey. It was truly a low point in my life. Now look at me...I'm probably annoying you all with my happiness. Sorry, but I deserve it. Really, ask anyone...I deserve it...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-4644404186306900686?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/4644404186306900686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=4644404186306900686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4644404186306900686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4644404186306900686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-lonelynah-just-kidding.html' title='I&apos;m so lonely...nah, just kidding!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1245099657838881204</id><published>2008-12-09T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:10:56.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Well, after ONE night of having a beautiful, festive Christmas-lit house...a large portion of the lights stopped working. After an attempt to fix the problem, Erik finally just turned them all off a few minutes ago. The lights aren't brand new, but they worked fine last year (we borrowed them from Erik's mom who didn't want to mess with them again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had Christmas lights on my house...single mom, deathly afraid of ladders here...so I was really excited to finally have some. Damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1245099657838881204?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1245099657838881204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1245099657838881204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1245099657838881204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1245099657838881204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-6943175318338025154</id><published>2008-12-07T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:21:49.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I forget??</title><content type='html'>Well, duh. I didn't mention my nieces in the last entry. It's not like I forgot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Junior...the oldest: Two books, one about her fave band My Chemical Romance, and a graphic novel...written by a guy from My Chemical Romance. See a pattern here? Yes, she is obsessed (and I'm an enabler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Shorty...the youngest: Makeup...lots of makeup. I'm always at a loss with her. It's not like she's picky, but in a way that makes it harder to buy for her. I have no idea how to narrow it down. She's 12. Does anyone have any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-6943175318338025154?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/6943175318338025154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=6943175318338025154' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6943175318338025154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/6943175318338025154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-could-i-forget.html' title='How could I forget??'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1514290653534570098</id><published>2008-12-06T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:36:09.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh! Don't Tell...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll let you guys in on what I bought everyone for Christmas. I'm almost done shopping...all that's left is a couple of little gifts for my mom. Also, I need to buy for Erik's mom, but I'm clueless there. I have no idea what she would want now that she's laid up after her car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the list of my Christmas shopping craziness this year. Maybe if I see it in print, I will be discouraged from adding to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Bailey: Dark Knight action figures, Club Penguin playset, a couple of movies, a few video games, and the all important Wii. This boy now officially owns everything. Wal*Mart needs to close it's doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Erik: He has been so much fun to buy for! He loves everything, and he's really easy going and not picky at all. I bought him a camo coat (he did pick this out), a Blu-Ray player...which I bought on Black Friday for almost nothing, Guitar Hero for the new Wii, a bunch of scary movies because he loves them, a couple of board games, and CDs' he's been asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis: She is IMPOSSIBLE to buy for. I'm giving her a gift card to Dress Barn and Mamma Mia when it's released on DVD. She just wants money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law: I bought him movies. He's always happy with movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom: On Black Friday, I picked up a digital picture frame for her and now I just have to think of something else she might like. She needs a book to help her figure out the internet...she's hopeless with it. I don't know if she would read it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange not to have my grandma to buy for this year. I miss her, and I'm sure I will miss her terribly on Christmas. Even though she had been in the nursing home these last couple of Christmases, at least we could still visit her. For those who don't know me, my grandma died in October. She was an amazing person. I wish you all could have known her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that sums up all I've bought so far. I'm going shopping next week for other gifts...for work friends...and for a certain Christmas swap. Pray for me that my bank account survives...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1514290653534570098?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1514290653534570098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1514290653534570098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1514290653534570098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1514290653534570098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/shhhh-dont-tell.html' title='Shhhh! Don&apos;t Tell...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-1594249734194184895</id><published>2008-12-03T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:15:52.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this place...</title><content type='html'>I have no clue what I'm doing on here, but it does seem easier to maneuver around than on MSN. I had fun setting up my profile, although I drew a blank on the "About Me" section. I've blogged about myself for four years now ad nauseum, but couldn't think of one sentence to describe me for my profile. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-1594249734194184895?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/1594249734194184895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=1594249734194184895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1594249734194184895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/1594249734194184895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-like-this-place.html' title='I like this place...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674122930858552710.post-4473502978577671113</id><published>2008-12-03T05:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:58:43.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have no time to work on this now, but hi! I switched over. It's like a divorce from MSN, but I'm tired of being neglected. Anyway, talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674122930858552710-4473502978577671113?l=southerndramamama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/feeds/4473502978577671113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674122930858552710&amp;postID=4473502978577671113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4473502978577671113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674122930858552710/posts/default/4473502978577671113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01917220093249420237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4XLgaG0aoA/Syd0dqS-gRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6xytxvEDRE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
