<?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-4464524188729287649</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:04:10.886-05:00</updated><category term='Christmas fodder'/><category term='South'/><category term='Southern Wisdom'/><category term='Virginia Visit'/><category term='Flashback to 1987'/><category term='Life with boys'/><category term='Tybee Island'/><category term='Wiggles'/><category term='Domestic Violence'/><category term='Poetry that touches me'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Hey Jude'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Lollipops</title><subtitle type='html'>Marbles, Rubber Balls, Rocks and Sea Glass</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>551</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1141496969934068208</id><published>2011-09-29T08:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:50:47.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bug Box in Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bugbox.net/index.html"&gt;http://www.bugbox.net/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Natives and I visited a little place in my home town over the summer. I just thought I would share in case you are ever in Fredericksburg Virginia and have kids that like bugs!&amp;nbsp; It is small and only takes a few minutes to visit but it was just enough for them at that moment we were there.&amp;nbsp; It was in the afternoon after lunch and a perfect little respite from the heat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZgHvZoYcoE/ToRkr2zkX6I/AAAAAAAAB8I/pmc0ZHSijYI/s1600/IMG_3913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZgHvZoYcoE/ToRkr2zkX6I/AAAAAAAAB8I/pmc0ZHSijYI/s200/IMG_3913.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOoS4LwAAiw/ToRklemq-xI/AAAAAAAAB8E/lut6lRU5EXc/s1600/IMG_3924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOoS4LwAAiw/ToRklemq-xI/AAAAAAAAB8E/lut6lRU5EXc/s200/IMG_3924.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey5I5z4Eu4Y/ToRkyNFclVI/AAAAAAAAB8M/L9D-p2D80nw/s1600/IMG_3911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey5I5z4Eu4Y/ToRkyNFclVI/AAAAAAAAB8M/L9D-p2D80nw/s320/IMG_3911.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQT3tJOXOVk/ToRk4rjv9-I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/-v6Ck_v71os/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQT3tJOXOVk/ToRk4rjv9-I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/-v6Ck_v71os/s320/IMG_3918.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hissing Roaches! They could hold them but the Natives just wanted to touch it!&amp;nbsp; YUCK!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmDll3Kk-i0/ToRlAgG-FdI/AAAAAAAAB8U/tXsu4MJZCAQ/s1600/IMG_3917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmDll3Kk-i0/ToRlAgG-FdI/AAAAAAAAB8U/tXsu4MJZCAQ/s320/IMG_3917.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The male and female hissing roaches.&amp;nbsp; He would really hiss when anyone picked up the female roach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was quiet compared to him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HkypocZCsM/ToRlKKCcQKI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/K-iEUxgTxzM/s1600/IMG_3916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HkypocZCsM/ToRlKKCcQKI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/K-iEUxgTxzM/s200/IMG_3916.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touch area to explore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krAw_AaftA8/ToRlQnhdpmI/AAAAAAAAB8c/1t_RoPYD-h4/s1600/IMG_3926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krAw_AaftA8/ToRlQnhdpmI/AAAAAAAAB8c/1t_RoPYD-h4/s320/IMG_3926.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling some snake skin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8h7je-6k_iY/ToRmR5D1JII/AAAAAAAAB8k/4WamoXr3Uo0/s1600/IMG_3908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8h7je-6k_iY/ToRmR5D1JII/AAAAAAAAB8k/4WamoXr3Uo0/s320/IMG_3908.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bugs and Boys go together!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bugbox.net/index.html"&gt;http://www.bugbox.net/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1141496969934068208?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1141496969934068208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1141496969934068208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1141496969934068208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1141496969934068208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/09/bug-box-in-virginia.html' title='The Bug Box in Virginia'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZgHvZoYcoE/ToRkr2zkX6I/AAAAAAAAB8I/pmc0ZHSijYI/s72-c/IMG_3913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1191887744687084310</id><published>2011-09-27T01:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:34:47.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running away</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in my last post that I ran away from my family this summer.&amp;nbsp; I got a hotel room and enjoyed alone time for the very first time in eight years.&amp;nbsp; One of my very favorite bloggers asked me how did I make my escape.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I honestly did not plan it.&amp;nbsp; My husband&amp;nbsp;had been gone for weeks and we were staying with my parents.&amp;nbsp;MY sister in law wanted to take her child and my two boys to an amusement park.&amp;nbsp; Everything was being packed for that.&amp;nbsp; My husband showed up out of the blue.&amp;nbsp; We had not expected to see him.&amp;nbsp; Well Native Two did not want to go to the amusement park at the last minute.&amp;nbsp; So I said I would stay home with him because Native One was so excited and the icing on the cake was that Daddy was going to get to go with him.&amp;nbsp; Then at the last second Native Two is clinging to Daddy and wanting to go.&amp;nbsp; Then my Husband says that he will take both boys and ride with my sister in law and her son.&amp;nbsp; I can stay with my parents and help my Mom out with a few matters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat there weighing this out.&amp;nbsp; Going to Kings Dominion or staying with my parents.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was very HOT that day to boot!&amp;nbsp; I decided to stay with the parents at last and sent everybody on their merry way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not bore with the matters that I took care of for my mom but in the end I was free for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I told my parental units that I was going to the mall.&amp;nbsp; I was actually headed to the mall when all of the sudden I realized that I was ALONE.&amp;nbsp; It was so liberating.&amp;nbsp; I decided to take a walk on the wild side and check in to a hotel.&amp;nbsp; I secured a room then ran to get&amp;nbsp;supplies.&amp;nbsp; I actually went and bought me the most comfortable pair of pajamas ever.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; got dinner and then just enjoyed it all so much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the whole dilemma.&amp;nbsp; Once I got back to Georgia well things were hectic.&amp;nbsp; School had started and&amp;nbsp; once&amp;nbsp; again I was single married mom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We arrived back in Georgia the day before the Natives were to start school and honestly it all seemed rushed.&amp;nbsp; By the middle of August I have to admit I was feeling a bit frazzled and something was nagging at me.&amp;nbsp; That little devil was on my shoulder egging me on about that sweet taste of freedom I had in the summer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OH how I could taste those memories.&amp;nbsp; They were like the most decadent desert you can imagine.&amp;nbsp; I frankly wanted more.&amp;nbsp; I became obsessed with another escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone and called the husband in Atlanta.&amp;nbsp; I confessed to him that I needed a break!&amp;nbsp; Needless to say this did not go over very well.&amp;nbsp; He was not very understanding about my desperate plight.&amp;nbsp; In his mind I am a stay at home mom!&amp;nbsp; I don't have to work.&amp;nbsp; I get to stay at home and take care of home and children.&amp;nbsp; Why would you feel like you need a break?&amp;nbsp; I work all week in Atlanta so that I can come home to see the&amp;nbsp;Natives for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Why would you need a break?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had not seen the husband for two weeks at this point and honestly I felt bad at first for calling up to confess my shortcomings to him.&amp;nbsp; Then as the day wore on I actually decided that I was going to call him back and make my declaration of what I wanted.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I wanted him home early Friday at least by 3pm and that I was leaving for the entire weekend!&amp;nbsp; I would be home in time for him to go back to Atlanta on Sunday evening.&amp;nbsp; That was the bottom line.&amp;nbsp; No discussions and no questions.&amp;nbsp; I needed this and I needed it now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon arrived and HE arrived right on time.&amp;nbsp; I promptly headed out.&amp;nbsp; The problem with my plan was that I did not really have a destination in mind because honestly I was not sure I would go through with a whole weekend away.&amp;nbsp; I decided to get on 95! I crossed that Georgia line at about 75 miles an hour&amp;nbsp;heading North.&amp;nbsp; It once again was liberating and just to be in the car alone was amazing!&amp;nbsp; It was a lovely weekend.&amp;nbsp; I relaxed, I had nice meals and I took along a good book!&amp;nbsp; The Husband never called not once!&amp;nbsp; He was not over excited about my grand exodus!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This was his first time EVER keeping the Natives alone overnight!&amp;nbsp; In fact the first time that he would have them for the entire weekend ever ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW....The&amp;nbsp;dilema of a great weekend away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to arrive home by 1pm on Sunday so that he could leave to go back to Atlanta.&amp;nbsp; That however did not work out.&amp;nbsp; I was trucking down 95 and I was 40 miles from HOME!&amp;nbsp; I was in South Carolina again 40 miles from my Georgia home and all of the sudden I was swerving and trying to control the car.&amp;nbsp; I had BLOWN a tire!&amp;nbsp; I could not believe it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I called road side assistance right away and then tried to get in contact with the HUSBAND that was&amp;nbsp; remember rather unhappy about my weekend plans.&amp;nbsp; He did not answer any of the three phones that he had.&amp;nbsp; I knew sitting there on 95 that he was furious with me.&amp;nbsp; Finally I had to call my neighbor who informed me that yes my husband and natives were indeed home.&amp;nbsp; She walked across to ask him to give me a ring because I was going to be late.&amp;nbsp; He called me and was upset!&amp;nbsp; NOT over the tire but because I was going to make him late traveling back to Atlanta!&amp;nbsp; As for the tire he wanted to know what I had hit or run over!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The tires were brand new and just a few weeks OLD!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I sat on 95&amp;nbsp; alone in the car pondering the state of my life.&amp;nbsp; How had I arrived at this point?&amp;nbsp; What did I want?&amp;nbsp; I wanted the husband to say that it was only 40 miles and that he would come and wait with me for the road side assistance company just so that I could have said NO that is a grand gesture but not necessary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes once again I had romantic notions in my head of how I would have liked things to go.&amp;nbsp; Those darn childhood fairy tales of your white knights coming to rescue you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on 95 for over an hour and it was a very long hour.&amp;nbsp; My mind was spinning and already planning my next escape!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have decided that it is time to take control and that yes I will strike out on my own again.&amp;nbsp; I hope maybe next time I can plan to have a friend along for one of my adventures!&amp;nbsp; As for the&amp;nbsp;Husband well frankly at this point he will have to live with my little escapes every now and then.&amp;nbsp; I am refusing to give them up now that I have had a taste!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They renew you and make you a better MOM!&amp;nbsp; They make you feel alive and the thing is that just walking around little towns or shops and eating alone every now and again is not a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; Being in the car alone is not a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; I have decided that I will not have an ounce of Mommy guilt&amp;nbsp; for my little time outs!&amp;nbsp; My husband can just chalk it up to my paid Vacation Time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer of 2011 was good to me and I will cherish all that I discovered about myself.&amp;nbsp; I would not change a moment of&amp;nbsp;it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now I am off to plot another grand adventure sans the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1191887744687084310?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1191887744687084310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1191887744687084310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1191887744687084310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1191887744687084310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/09/running-away.html' title='Running away'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-595143365094520968</id><published>2011-09-26T04:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:12:35.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a naughty girl this summer and this is where the Evolution of Insanity Began</title><content type='html'>I have been a stay at home for 8 years now.&amp;nbsp; I have spent much of that time as the primary care giver as the husband has not really lived with us on a full time basis due to his career.&amp;nbsp; This summer was the first time that I was able to spend the entire summer in Virginia with the Natives.&amp;nbsp; It was not all fun and magic because my Natives were not use to spending so much time with my family.&amp;nbsp; It was a true learning experience for them and for my parents to.&amp;nbsp; My parental units&amp;nbsp;are not as young as they use to be and little boys are quite busy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me personally I found it at times very difficult to manage the parental units needs and that of my Natives.&amp;nbsp; My parental units are not very flexible when it comes to small children these days.&amp;nbsp; I am putting that mildly to say the least.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the person that I am married to that came to visit us for a weekend.&amp;nbsp; My parental units, my Natives and the man that I am married to is like a chemistry class explosion.&amp;nbsp; Everybody wanting there own way and no compromises.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No one can agree on where to eat or when to eat.&amp;nbsp; It all was very annoying to ME.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do?&amp;nbsp; I ran away.&amp;nbsp; Yes I am putting it out here now and finally!&amp;nbsp; I left them ALL!&amp;nbsp; I went and got myself a hotel room!&amp;nbsp; I bought myself dinner.&amp;nbsp; I lounged around my hotel room and ate.&amp;nbsp; I relaxed watching a little TV.&amp;nbsp; I napped.&amp;nbsp; I painted my toenails!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I showered!&amp;nbsp; I enjoy each and every single second of this stolen time for myself!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not regret one single moment of and would I do it again...HELL YES and DID I DO IT AGAIN...HELL YES but this time for an entire weekend!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-595143365094520968?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/595143365094520968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=595143365094520968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/595143365094520968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/595143365094520968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-naughty-girl-this-summer-and-this.html' title='I was a naughty girl this summer and this is where the Evolution of Insanity Began'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1599902570026528063</id><published>2011-09-23T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:42:18.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Insanity part Two and to Mr. Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/vd_K4KTchBg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vd_K4KTchBg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vd_K4KTchBg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really enjoy the Zac Brown Band.&amp;nbsp; I could list all the songs I like but this one is the song of the Day here in Songville!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on now:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;TO MR. ROMANCE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance:&amp;nbsp; What is your definition of &lt;strong&gt;Romance&lt;/strong&gt;? Not the one in the dictionary but your own definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for you?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Past or Present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to think about that for myself.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to think of the most romantic thing that someone has done for me.&amp;nbsp; I have to be flat out frank here and say that I drew a complete blank!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that there must be something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pondered it and thought about it and tried to think of the something that was knee dropping romantic.&amp;nbsp; Why does nothing come to my mind?&amp;nbsp; Is it because I have had so many romantic things done for me that I take them for granted?&amp;nbsp; Is it because I have not had any memorable romantic things done for me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then I started thinking about the romantic things I have done for others.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that I am the romantic one in all of my relationships.&amp;nbsp; I seem to be the one to do the romantic things for others.&amp;nbsp; The romantic things that have taken place in my relationships are because I am the one that set it up and made it happen.&amp;nbsp; Did the other person enjoy the experiences?&amp;nbsp; They say they did but who knows for sure but them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started pondering more things along the lines of romance and love and how they are suppose to work together.&amp;nbsp; If you have to ask your significant other to tell you that they love you then warning bells should be ringing in your head right?&amp;nbsp; I however grew up with a father who says that we are to know that he loves us without him telling us daily.&amp;nbsp; It seemed that he only told us at times of distress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I do have to admit that every time there is a family funeral he does hug us and tell us he loves us.&amp;nbsp; Strange but true. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I grew accepting the fact that someone does not have to tell me that they love me.&amp;nbsp; I however tell my little natives all the time how much I love them.&amp;nbsp; I hope they grow up to tell their significant others daily how much they love them.&amp;nbsp; I hope they grow up to bring home roses or make breakfast in bed.&amp;nbsp; I have never had breakfast in bed.&amp;nbsp; Is that romantic?&amp;nbsp; I have never had a man cook me dinner.&amp;nbsp; Is that romance?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have to work at love and romance?&amp;nbsp; Should it come naturally?&amp;nbsp; If you have to work at it so hard does that mean that there is something wrong?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of romance at the end of all this pondering is.....&amp;nbsp; I am not sure but what I would love is to have someone dance in the sand with me.&amp;nbsp; I would love for someone to tell me that they love me daily after each phone call or text me to tell me that love me.&amp;nbsp; I would love to have a dinner cooked for me even it if was ramen noodles by candle light.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are those romantic things?&amp;nbsp; I am not sure but I think everyone has a different definition depending on their personality.&amp;nbsp; The person I am married to would probably say that romance for him is to&amp;nbsp;google in the closet while the Natives are watching TV upstairs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That however is not my idea of romance&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;I have to admit that I am an enabler!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;if it takes forever I will wait forever for some romance to come my way but heck hurry up I am not getting any older!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's the way it is&amp;nbsp;and that is the way I feel so if you really want to know what I want just for ask me and I will tell you but I know you will never read this post!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So come on and burn me through and through MR. Romance!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;friends I again ask you these questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;What is your definition of romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and tell me true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love to everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1599902570026528063?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1599902570026528063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1599902570026528063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1599902570026528063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1599902570026528063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/09/evolution-of-insanity-part-two-and-to.html' title='Evolution of Insanity part Two and to Mr. Romance'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3862412841739844572</id><published>2011-09-12T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:47:44.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Insanity</title><content type='html'>I warn you that I have no idea where this post is going hence&amp;nbsp;the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The summer of 2011 has changed me.&amp;nbsp; We all know that your life path can change in a split second.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes there are road blocks and other times there is a toll you will have to pay.&amp;nbsp; Most often we just&amp;nbsp;breeze right&amp;nbsp;down the life path.&amp;nbsp; This summer opened my eyes to much around me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some&amp;nbsp;of it is amazing and some of it is just what happens&amp;nbsp;on that path that is life.&amp;nbsp; So where do I go from here?&amp;nbsp; Well that is yet to be determined but in the mean time I keep listening to great music, enjoying this side of the dirt and loving those people that I LOVE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read ONE DAY by David Nicholls.&amp;nbsp; The story is based on these two people and their lives over 20 years.&amp;nbsp; Their life paths went in different directions and then kept reconnecting.&amp;nbsp; They loved each other for years but took them a long time to get it right.&amp;nbsp; This book is a movie also.&amp;nbsp; I am not going to spoil it so I can not really say all I want to say about the book.&amp;nbsp; Did I like it?&amp;nbsp; I am still not sure.......that is yet to be determined also.&amp;nbsp; On so many levels I wanted the book to have a different ending but only for selfish reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer a close friend of mine was told by her husband that he was leaving for his very first girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; A middle school love that he reconnected with.&amp;nbsp; He and my friend have been married for 16 years.&amp;nbsp; Just like that their life paths changed in a second.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is another story about a friend who reconnected with&amp;nbsp;their first love.&amp;nbsp; 28 years have gone by and they still had a connection, a bond and a natural mutual love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And to say it again ...their life path changed in a second.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two stories are similar and they also are very different.&amp;nbsp;These stories&amp;nbsp;also mirror the book One&amp;nbsp;Day. on some levels.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The lives of all involved criss crossed over the years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The outcome of those relationships are still yet to be determined also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NOW I have questions for those of you who have stayed with me this far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think that two people can still be in LOVE 28 years later?&amp;nbsp;(remember it was middle school)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think that those relationships will last?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think that people reconnecting on the Internet has helped or hurt?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has anyone read the book ONE DAY? IF you did what did you think? Hate it or love it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just any random thoughts you like to throw out would be great too!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Lastly, I would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Virginia for an awesome SUMMER OF LIFE PATH changes!&amp;nbsp; I love all that I have learned and will learn about the road blocks and the tolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS Virginia I still love you and look for me on that midnight train back to my favorite STATE sooner rather than later!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS and that is the summer of 2011 and the evolution of insanity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3862412841739844572?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3862412841739844572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3862412841739844572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3862412841739844572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3862412841739844572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/09/evolution-of-insanity.html' title='Evolution of Insanity'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8937595148884488505</id><published>2011-08-05T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:17:11.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7S0kSCU73iI/Tjyq9V4Y72I/AAAAAAAAB68/8nVJS_SlGkc/s1600/IMG_3954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7S0kSCU73iI/Tjyq9V4Y72I/AAAAAAAAB68/8nVJS_SlGkc/s200/IMG_3954.JPG" t$="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ON 95 We passed this four times this summer and I finally decided to snap a picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7aFLrtgfVk/Tjyr8kApjaI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nR1IRymnJ0E/s1600/IMG_3833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7aFLrtgfVk/Tjyr8kApjaI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nR1IRymnJ0E/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the entire summer in Virginia!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7Hh3A3BRnk/TjyrGqax75I/AAAAAAAAB7A/rIie9hD7LTk/s1600/IMG_3955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7Hh3A3BRnk/TjyrGqax75I/AAAAAAAAB7A/rIie9hD7LTk/s320/IMG_3955.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my ride for the summer.&amp;nbsp; Yes we took the Golf Cart everywhere even the McDonald's Drive thru!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRO_qSqkNtM/Tjyrk0S5lQI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4Nab41og-dg/s1600/IMG_3936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRO_qSqkNtM/Tjyrk0S5lQI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4Nab41og-dg/s320/IMG_3936.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Native Two at the River House!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wduMePa8s/Tjyrq3N1igI/AAAAAAAAB7I/XgVm5EtSAyU/s1600/IMG_3937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wduMePa8s/Tjyrq3N1igI/AAAAAAAAB7I/XgVm5EtSAyU/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Native One this summer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the first summer that we spent lots of time away from Georgia.&amp;nbsp; It was a great opportunity for the Natives.&amp;nbsp; They got to spend lots of time with my family.&amp;nbsp; It was an adjustment for them and I admit for my family to.&amp;nbsp; We just do things really different and trying to make everyone happy and compromising was at times difficult.&amp;nbsp; The Natives got to see live crabs being cooked which was ok to Native Two but Native One is my animal loving child even to crabs.&amp;nbsp; He was not pleased with the process needless to say.&amp;nbsp; They learned to love and respect the river this summer.&amp;nbsp; They learned that Nanny will let them watch CARTOON NETWORK day and night but MOMMY kept putting a damper on that.&amp;nbsp; They learned to tell Nanny and Grandaddy what they wanted and also how to manipulate their Grandparents.&amp;nbsp; Yes MY Parental Units were putty in the Natives Hands.&amp;nbsp; I had to put my foot down so many times but&amp;nbsp;I was on the loosing end of that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PkUgV4ZDbw/TjysCf1WPjI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/yduESaWooUo/s1600/IMG_3847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PkUgV4ZDbw/TjysCf1WPjI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/yduESaWooUo/s320/IMG_3847.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natives checking out some crawdads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well our summer came to end this week.&amp;nbsp; The Natives started School August 3rd.&amp;nbsp; So onward to new adventures.&amp;nbsp; There are many on the way.&amp;nbsp; One is that both Natives are in school full time this year.&amp;nbsp; This is somehow very strange to me.&amp;nbsp; I was out of sorts not having them here from 8 to 3.&amp;nbsp; I have plenty to do but I&amp;nbsp; am slowly adjusting to this free time.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I need to have a child in the house by Noon but also at the same time I felt sort of like TOM CRUISE in RISKY BUSINESS and wanting to dance in my underwear!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How are all you guys?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any new adventures coming your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did you try any new foods this sumer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the strangest thing that happened to you this summer?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did you do anything out of character or outrageous this summer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well just a few questions I had going through my mind.&amp;nbsp; I hope your summer was filled with a few adventures, a few surprises, some relaxtion and LOTS OF LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8937595148884488505?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8937595148884488505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8937595148884488505' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8937595148884488505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8937595148884488505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7S0kSCU73iI/Tjyq9V4Y72I/AAAAAAAAB68/8nVJS_SlGkc/s72-c/IMG_3954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7541759200070488591</id><published>2011-07-19T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:17:48.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For some this has been the summer of love but for others............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is the summer of 2011 the summer of love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ETVjll5eR88/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETVjll5eR88&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETVjll5eR88&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many friends that have found love this summer.&amp;nbsp; I am very happy for them.&amp;nbsp; One of my good friends and I joke about drinking the love Kool Aid.&amp;nbsp; She has consumed it this summer.&amp;nbsp; It is her time and I am so very excited that she has found the ONE!&amp;nbsp; Looks like I may be a bridesmaid one more time in my life!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of my friends well this song says it all!&amp;nbsp; I know quite a few that this has not been the summer of love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lots of break ups and divorces.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is that group of friends that this has been a very strange summer.&amp;nbsp; A love that they may have found or had all along but there is some kind of obstacle to that love.&amp;nbsp; This song can also represent them.&amp;nbsp; I even know one that this goes out to.&amp;nbsp; You know who you are and you know why this represents all that you experienced this summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that this song is number one right now on my Ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard this song?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thumbs up or down????&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7541759200070488591?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7541759200070488591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7541759200070488591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7541759200070488591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7541759200070488591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-some-this-has-been-summer-of-love.html' title='For some this has been the summer of love but for others............'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7877016045541696919</id><published>2011-07-16T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:33:02.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you try any of these or have you tried them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcYqiEGciB0/TiG75xzSfSI/AAAAAAAAB6s/p_AOSGmnqCU/s1600/IMG_3701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcYqiEGciB0/TiG75xzSfSI/AAAAAAAAB6s/p_AOSGmnqCU/s320/IMG_3701.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKYwV9dS31U/TiG8BOTbEMI/AAAAAAAAB6w/YNxLhNkV_pE/s1600/IMG_3702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKYwV9dS31U/TiG8BOTbEMI/AAAAAAAAB6w/YNxLhNkV_pE/s320/IMG_3702.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSPOkg71n4k/TiG8HMDzROI/AAAAAAAAB60/8a0D3n_Qw8U/s1600/IMG_3703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSPOkg71n4k/TiG8HMDzROI/AAAAAAAAB60/8a0D3n_Qw8U/s320/IMG_3703.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X6836qNajU/TiG8MQAaTXI/AAAAAAAAB64/jBhPZdrgEB4/s1600/IMG_3704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X6836qNajU/TiG8MQAaTXI/AAAAAAAAB64/jBhPZdrgEB4/s320/IMG_3704.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have a chocolate store near me that sells these things.&amp;nbsp; I have yet to go in and try any.&amp;nbsp; Have you or woruld you?&amp;nbsp; I do like chocolate covered pretzels and potato chips and OH chocolate covered popcorn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any thoughts on this?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is summer going for you guys?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our summer break is very near&amp;nbsp; the end and back to car pool lines and all that jazz is just around the corner here.&amp;nbsp; I honestly have to say that I think that school needs to be out from May to September.&amp;nbsp; Yeah I know I am crazy.&amp;nbsp; 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/4464524188729287649-7877016045541696919?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7877016045541696919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7877016045541696919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7877016045541696919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7877016045541696919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/07/would-you-try-any-of-these-or-have-you.html' title='Would you try any of these or have you tried them?'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcYqiEGciB0/TiG75xzSfSI/AAAAAAAAB6s/p_AOSGmnqCU/s72-c/IMG_3701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8097676958520808921</id><published>2011-07-05T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:29:23.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a long time!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Missed my blog, my computer but I have been away for a long time.&amp;nbsp; I did not have a computer with me and cell reception was not the best.&amp;nbsp; It was back to basics at the river in Virginia!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hope everyone is having a great summer.&amp;nbsp; Our summer is almost over here and school starts way to soon for US!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8097676958520808921?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8097676958520808921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8097676958520808921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8097676958520808921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8097676958520808921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2828780282193904555</id><published>2011-05-18T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:48:06.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic Tac Totes are GREAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6t9SX6Az6U/TdQ8eqxrXWI/AAAAAAAAB6o/5d5SlcRjf-o/s1600/IMG_3746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6t9SX6Az6U/TdQ8eqxrXWI/AAAAAAAAB6o/5d5SlcRjf-o/s320/IMG_3746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9adnsy67H8o/TdQ77q0-SCI/AAAAAAAAB6k/l8A9wwDdpws/s1600/IMG_3743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9adnsy67H8o/TdQ77q0-SCI/AAAAAAAAB6k/l8A9wwDdpws/s200/IMG_3743.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4GNJE29bMo/TdQ7rnftk6I/AAAAAAAAB6g/t04e_djptGU/s1600/IMG_3747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4GNJE29bMo/TdQ7rnftk6I/AAAAAAAAB6g/t04e_djptGU/s200/IMG_3747.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Schools require the kids to have a certain type of Back Pack.&amp;nbsp; They need to have a clear Vinyl front or they need to be mesh.&amp;nbsp; Go check out &lt;a href="http://tictactotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tictactotes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; These are some great Back Packs that can be personalized!&amp;nbsp; They also have personalized lunch&amp;nbsp;totes and bookmarks!&amp;nbsp; Native Two loves Peace Signs and the owner of Tic Tac Toes was very generous in making these items for Natives Two's Pre K Graduation.&amp;nbsp; If you are looking for a great Back Pack and lunch tote&amp;nbsp;for your child you really need to contact Tic Tac Totes!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have many great things to say about this items but most of all this is an item locally made!&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that I really do love it when I find great products that are made right here in the USA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2828780282193904555?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2828780282193904555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2828780282193904555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2828780282193904555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2828780282193904555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/05/tic-tac-totes-are-great.html' title='Tic Tac Totes are GREAT'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6t9SX6Az6U/TdQ8eqxrXWI/AAAAAAAAB6o/5d5SlcRjf-o/s72-c/IMG_3746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7213748970124105738</id><published>2011-05-10T06:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:31:30.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Post 545</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If money was no object I would be on a plane to BOSTON.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then go pick up my Sister in Law because that is the way I roll and we would head over to the House of Blues because Adele is performing there on May 15th!&amp;nbsp; LOL LOL&amp;nbsp; If money and tickets were no object that is what I would be doing but since there are more obstacles than just tickets and money I will have to be satisfied with blog post number 545.&amp;nbsp; This is a really good song called I'll be Waiting.&amp;nbsp; Listen and tell me what you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admended......Yes MRS Farmer would be here with me and I would pick up the tab if money was no object!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/h2NFIDnUBi8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2NFIDnUBi8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2NFIDnUBi8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7213748970124105738?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7213748970124105738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7213748970124105738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7213748970124105738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7213748970124105738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-post-545.html' title='For Post 545'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8034418140173850654</id><published>2011-05-07T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:28:18.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Outs to a few</title><content type='html'>First I want to give a shout out to NPR!&amp;nbsp; Hey NPR from your little blog whore! Ya Baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Second I am in love with this video and song!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;so much about this video but the best is the breaking of the pottery or dishes!&amp;nbsp; Heck I think I have even done that a time or three!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;To all my ex loves past, present and future...see it and hear it and love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYEDA3JcQqw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYEDA3JcQqw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8034418140173850654?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8034418140173850654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8034418140173850654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8034418140173850654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8034418140173850654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/05/shout-outs-to-few.html' title='Shout Outs to a few'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8942409191174407140</id><published>2011-04-21T04:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:54:39.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music</title><content type='html'>Can you figure out these songs and singers if I give you clues?&amp;nbsp; These are on my IPOD!&amp;nbsp; A girl has to get her country fix on sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little tan leg Georgia Dream she's rocking those holey jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I leave my heart with you tonight will you promise that you're gonna treat it right? (currently NUMBER one on my IPOD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you pour a little something on the rocks Slide down the hallway in your socks?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After all these years theres one thing I've found some say good love well it's like fine wine It keeps getting better as days go by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So we headed out to Old Tobacco road Put the tailgate down and we made love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You made fun of me for singing my song Got a hotel room just to turn you on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Those are some of the lyrics on the first six songs on my IPOD..LOL&amp;nbsp; Anyone know them?&amp;nbsp; Anyone like any of these song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8942409191174407140?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8942409191174407140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8942409191174407140' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8942409191174407140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8942409191174407140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/04/country-music.html' title='Country Music'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-5734998942536864057</id><published>2011-04-20T04:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T04:31:00.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I really need</title><content type='html'>I think all the time to myself that what I need is a vacation.&amp;nbsp; The real problem is that I don't want a family vacation.&amp;nbsp; NOPE!&amp;nbsp; I want a ME and ME only vacation.&amp;nbsp; Well I would LOVE for my Sister in Law or my very best friend to tag along.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think if I could really just go where would I go?&amp;nbsp; Well if anyone knows me it would be towards WATER!&amp;nbsp; Yes water soothes my soul.&amp;nbsp; I love the feel of the sand between my toes.&amp;nbsp; I love the smell of the water.&amp;nbsp; I love the rushing of the waves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coastal Georgia has grown on me because I am so close to water.&amp;nbsp; Now however there is a huge chance that I will have to relocate to Atlanta.&amp;nbsp; Can you see my frowning face?&amp;nbsp; Well the fact is that my husband is already there but I am still here.&amp;nbsp; It has been a roller coaster actually.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently spent the weekend in Atlanta and the trip was suppose to be fun and also to hunt around for a nice place to start thinking about relocating to.&amp;nbsp; It honestly did not turn out that way.&amp;nbsp; I had the worse headache.&amp;nbsp; Traffic was a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; Everything was busy and waiting with kids for dinner is not fun.&amp;nbsp; It was so full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think as I get older I LOVE and ENJOY the solitude in certain things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coastal Georgia does offer some solitude!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post is random but I think the main point is that I need time alone to think about the road that is waiting for me.&amp;nbsp; I need to decide if I can make it here alone or do I really need to relocate to Atlanta.&amp;nbsp; It is no use to hesitate about these things and I should just jump in to this as a grand adventure but that is really not what my heart wants right now.&amp;nbsp; Forever is just a phrase they use in nursery rhymes...right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-5734998942536864057?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5734998942536864057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=5734998942536864057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5734998942536864057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5734998942536864057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-really-need.html' title='What I really need'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-9087623939591000893</id><published>2011-04-19T04:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T04:27:00.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Chicken at McDonalds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgaOtnZJGL4/Tar5RgZfpcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6MQmu-hW8Cs/s1600/IMG_3547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgaOtnZJGL4/Tar5RgZfpcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6MQmu-hW8Cs/s320/IMG_3547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes we have Chickens at a local McDonalds!&amp;nbsp; The Natives LOVE to go through the drive thru to see them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-9087623939591000893?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/9087623939591000893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=9087623939591000893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9087623939591000893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9087623939591000893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/04/fresh-chicken-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Fresh Chicken at McDonalds!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgaOtnZJGL4/Tar5RgZfpcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6MQmu-hW8Cs/s72-c/IMG_3547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8496318709762672407</id><published>2011-04-16T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:30:15.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor neglected blog and Questions for you guys!!!</title><content type='html'>Life has been busy.&amp;nbsp; We are approaching the end of the school year here.&amp;nbsp; I have had tons of things going on for both Natives.&amp;nbsp; This week is our Spring Break!&amp;nbsp; Everyone needs this break.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have good news to report.&amp;nbsp; Well I really wanted a weight lose but right now I am down about 8 pounds but maintaining that has even been hard.&amp;nbsp; I really am feeling 42 right now.&amp;nbsp; At this age I really need to be able to work out for a few hours and go about three to four days a week.&amp;nbsp; That is&amp;nbsp;the ugly plain truth.&amp;nbsp; The summer will put a damper on my currently coveted hour work outs because the Natives will be out of school and I don't have anyone available to help out so I can continue.&amp;nbsp; I will have to get creative this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in the middle of a few changes yet again.&amp;nbsp; Things have been fast moving over the past year and half.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just do not know yet where the road will take me.&amp;nbsp; But I do know that what gets me through it all is Music, my Two Best Friends, My Rocking Sister in Law and damn good BOOKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a few questions for you guys because I that is just how I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the very first song on your IPOD or whatever it is that you listen to?&amp;nbsp; (Mine is...Let Me Down Easy by Billy Currington...but it does change often.!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any Plans for a summer Vacation and if so WHERE?&amp;nbsp; Anybody coming to SAVANNAH???&amp;nbsp; HEHE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anybody try any NEW FOODS lately?&amp;nbsp; (I have not and am looking for something NEW)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this economy what is the one luxury you have given up?&amp;nbsp; (Paper Plates is one for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you ready to live fully right where you are NOW?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8496318709762672407?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8496318709762672407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8496318709762672407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8496318709762672407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8496318709762672407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-poor-neglected-blog-and-questions.html' title='My poor neglected blog and Questions for you guys!!!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8818671281646804298</id><published>2011-03-10T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:24:11.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Seuss's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bs6-NArtKZQ/TXk_7TR7FeI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CM0W6ttaaAg/s1600/IMG_3544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bs6-NArtKZQ/TXk_7TR7FeI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CM0W6ttaaAg/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before Christmas Native Two saw these shoes and fell madly in love with them.&amp;nbsp; They were on clearance for 12.99 and so I let him buy them.&amp;nbsp; Now here in March see how good they look.&amp;nbsp; Why do his shoes look that good still?&amp;nbsp; He puts them back in the box after wearing them.&amp;nbsp; He will not wear them in the rain and if the white part gets dirty I have to clean it for him.&amp;nbsp; MAGIC ERASERS work wonder on them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So in Honor of Dr. Seuss's birthday he put on his shoes for school and posed for a picture for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit I would not have thought of picking those out for my child but they have grown on me.&amp;nbsp; I think the real reason they have grown on me is that he loves them so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8818671281646804298?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8818671281646804298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8818671281646804298' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8818671281646804298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8818671281646804298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/03/dr-seusss-birthday.html' title='Dr. Seuss&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bs6-NArtKZQ/TXk_7TR7FeI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CM0W6ttaaAg/s72-c/IMG_3544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7342972287838504798</id><published>2011-02-15T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:45:06.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Reading something yesterday and</title><content type='html'>I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know to live on almost nothing or with everything.&amp;nbsp; I have learned the secret&amp;nbsp; of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Philippians 4:11-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me at the right time.&amp;nbsp; It still awes me when something happens that makes you stop and listen and look and just breath.&amp;nbsp; Again it was what I needed to read yesterday.&amp;nbsp; IT is the truth and right now lots of my friends and family are struggling with job loss, debt and much more.&amp;nbsp; For me personally I think it has many meanings but mainly I need to learn to accept and be content.&amp;nbsp; Content.....hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7342972287838504798?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7342972287838504798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7342972287838504798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7342972287838504798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7342972287838504798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-reading-something-yesterday-and.html' title='I was Reading something yesterday and'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7247666593904717688</id><published>2011-02-14T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:29:00.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance is in the AIR</title><content type='html'>NOT!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nope Nada Not going to happen!&amp;nbsp; See my Husband does not buy in to the whole Valentine's Day thing or Christmas or my Birthday or Mothers Day but anyway I think it must be ME!&amp;nbsp; I am convinced that I turn Men.&amp;nbsp; You see when they courted me it was all fun and romantic and then boom once they marry me they seem to think that they no longer need to be THAT KIND OF GUY!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;At first I was annoyed.&amp;nbsp; Then I got really pissed off because after all MY very first Mothers Day was rather important to me.&amp;nbsp; Christmas is always a fun time with the Natives asking why Mommy does not get presents under the tree.&amp;nbsp;I hate it when my friends and family ask what I got for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I hate it when Mom wants to know what I got for my birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for example my Mom&amp;nbsp;asked the QUESTION: &amp;nbsp;Tam&amp;nbsp;did HE get you anything for Valentines?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My answer was this:&amp;nbsp; Mom are you seriously asking me that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She goes on to say:&amp;nbsp; well I thought maybe he would have gotten you a card from the boys or something before he left for work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well that conversation was super fun like usual.&amp;nbsp; I know she would have loved to say more but because she LOVES ME she refrains from going on a tangent of how she thought this marriage was going to be different and that he would never be like that and on and on and on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my first HUSBAND was anti Holidays also.&amp;nbsp; OH Not before I married him however!&amp;nbsp; Oh heck my first Husband did all the Holidays with great style again before I said I DO!&amp;nbsp; Once I do happened he declared that it was all to &amp;nbsp;commercial.&amp;nbsp; It was over rated it was this and that.&amp;nbsp; See I turned HIM TOOO!&amp;nbsp; I have some magic power.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree to a certain point.&amp;nbsp; We don't need to buy in to all of it but it would be NICE though once in a while.&amp;nbsp; I usually buy my husband a card and something tiny but NOT this year.&amp;nbsp; That may sound cold or mean but after last year when I left the card on the counter for him and he never opened them I figured why bother.&amp;nbsp; Yes HE has won&amp;nbsp;at his little game&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I caved and did not get him a single thing today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up for that though when it comes to my Natives!&amp;nbsp; They will be happy little Natives today after school.&amp;nbsp; They will also have a great memory of MOMMY always doing these little things for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the moral of the story?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For me it is not to say I do ever again!&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Just kidding but I do see a pattern with the men I marry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great great Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have a nice bottle of wine and a good book&amp;nbsp;waiting for me once the Natives are bed tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get any Valentines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7247666593904717688?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7247666593904717688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7247666593904717688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7247666593904717688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7247666593904717688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/02/romance-is-in-air.html' title='Romance is in the AIR'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6007148118154613287</id><published>2011-02-10T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:06:04.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines and the stuff that sometimes just rolls down hill</title><content type='html'>Both Natives had to sit down to write out their Valentines to exchange in their classes. In my head I pictured a Norman Rockwell scene. The Natives at the table laboring over their Valentines and me baking Blueberry Muffins as a snack. I donned my apron and called the Natives in the kitchen to take a seat because I had laid out their supplies. I had the muffin mix all waiting on the counter. Again that picture perfect Norman Rockwell scene of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Natives however had other plans. They did not want to write out the Valentines and then they decided to tell me that they DID not in any way shape or form want to hand out Valentines. All in a span of a few minutes they acted like Linda Blair with their cute little heads spinning. You get the Mommy Visual on that right? Then my cat got sick and pooped right in the kitchen floor. The Natives are to say the least a bit out of control and my muffins burn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Norman Rockwell scence turned in to Satan's demonic version of a Norman Rockwell scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I learned? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Natives are right. The reason they were doing the Valentines was to participate in what their class was doing. Should I have given them the choice not to participate or what? I don't know. Do I really want them buying into the all the commercialism anyway? Maybe they were right or maybe they were just being evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end they decided that they did want to fill out their cards. What changed their minds? I have no idea really because I called my Husband downstairs and told him that I needed a TIME OUT. I left the house that afternoon and did not return to 10 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again what did I learn while I was away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I deserved some down time to think about what had went wrong. In the end I just decided that crap just happens and you just have to get a paper towel and wipe it off and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my down time I decided that I needed to relax and try to learn to crochet. All I have to say is that I can not crochet, I can not cross stitch and I can not sew but I can eat Chocolate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally came home the cat poop was still waiting for me in the floor however....(long story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is how it goes sometimes. When it starts to roll down hill it keeps on coming but we all know it is just for that moment and the next day when you wake up all is semi right in the revolving door of your so called life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6007148118154613287?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6007148118154613287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6007148118154613287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6007148118154613287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6007148118154613287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-and-stuff-that-sometimes.html' title='Valentines and the stuff that sometimes just rolls down hill'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-5188023049130196360</id><published>2011-02-09T19:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:20:08.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would your life Quilt look like?</title><content type='html'>What would your quilt look like?&amp;nbsp; I am talking about your life quilt.&amp;nbsp; While folding one of my quilts the other day&amp;nbsp;I was pondering this.&amp;nbsp; I had lots of things running through my mind but the quilt held my attention longer than necessary.&amp;nbsp; Then a thought came to me and it was what would my life look like on a quilt.&amp;nbsp; I imagine it would be filled with lots paths that connect and then simply stop.&amp;nbsp; I imagine patches of baby blue for my boys birth.&amp;nbsp; I imagine patches with wedding rings and then a patch for divorce and then patches of yellow for my second wedding.&amp;nbsp; I imagine the patches that would represent times of sorrow for the people that I have lost in my life.&amp;nbsp; I imagine patches with the colors of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Then there would be those little patches for me personally that nobody would know what they meant but only me.&amp;nbsp; The small things that you don't ever have to share but you want to just remember the sweetness of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would your life quilt look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-5188023049130196360?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5188023049130196360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=5188023049130196360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5188023049130196360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5188023049130196360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-would-you-quilt-look-like-i-am.html' title='What would your life Quilt look like?'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1322205281255626707</id><published>2011-01-10T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:11:21.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago  Dearest Jude My sweet Little Nephew</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Sweet Jude, I have not been able to hold you in my arms but I love you deeply.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One Year ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1322205281255626707?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1322205281255626707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1322205281255626707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1322205281255626707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1322205281255626707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-year-ago-dearest-jude.html' title='One year ago  Dearest Jude My sweet Little Nephew'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2483147100627015817</id><published>2010-12-24T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:13:33.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>It has been busy around here.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that I am room Mom for both Natives this year?&amp;nbsp; Well it has kept me busy.&amp;nbsp; We finished out the school year last week and we have been just catching up on things around the house and finishing up Christmas stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Native One has ASKED so many questions about Santa and believing.&amp;nbsp; Apparently there has been TALK on the playground at school.&amp;nbsp;(That Dang playground!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been freezing one day and 70 the next.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is the craziest weather here.&amp;nbsp; The fun thing has been seeing everyone with scarves and gloves all over town.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 2011 is almost here.&amp;nbsp; Does anybody have any thoughts on that?&amp;nbsp; I could write a novel on how I feel about 2010.&amp;nbsp; What I can say publicly on my blog is that I am glad 2010 is about to be over!&amp;nbsp; It was not the best year but not the worst either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks I want to wish you a very MERRY CHRISTMAS and I hope that your Christmas wishes comes true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2483147100627015817?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2483147100627015817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2483147100627015817' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2483147100627015817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2483147100627015817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-christmas-eve.html' title='It is Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-5310135168336099524</id><published>2010-12-16T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:42:37.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-5310135168336099524?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5310135168336099524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=5310135168336099524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5310135168336099524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5310135168336099524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays-friends.html' title='Happy Holidays Friends!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7744291201077781229</id><published>2010-11-02T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:33:05.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye Part Two</title><content type='html'>Either I am Nuts or a Genius but I cut off the Cable!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bill just went up yet again.&amp;nbsp; I know there are hard times for companies and all but they also need to remember the customer.&amp;nbsp; I called to schedule them to come to my home to disconnect the service and was told it would be a $40.00 charge for them to do that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;BUT BUT BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could drive all the equipment to their office and it would be no charge.&amp;nbsp; The idiots still have to come to the home to disconnect the line however!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove the box and remote to the office in my gas sucking SUV and promptly terminated my service.&amp;nbsp; I am home for about an hour and I get a call from their customer retention office wanting to know &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; I might reconsider if they offer me a reduced rate for 29.99 for six months and they would send a Tech back out with the BOX and REMOTE!&amp;nbsp; I really wanted to scream but I politely declined and the Customer Retention Rep said she would give me a&amp;nbsp;week to think about it before they actually disconnect the active line in my home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point it does not matter what they offer. &amp;nbsp;I don't want their service anymore and they have the worst customer service anyway. Well I would take it if it WAS FREE....HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to insert something here.&amp;nbsp; I was paying 86.50 for 80 channels.&amp;nbsp; One line, One box and One Remote.&amp;nbsp; I also know lots about how a cable company works because I worked for a GREAT CABLE COMPANY for 13 years.&amp;nbsp; I have to say those were the good old days of cable tv!&amp;nbsp; LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the Cable Company I must say &lt;strong&gt;Let's just kiss and say Goodbye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your cable bill outrageous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you Dare to cut off your cable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM I CRAZY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW LONG do you think I will survive before I go the alternative route and get a dish? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7744291201077781229?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7744291201077781229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7744291201077781229' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7744291201077781229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7744291201077781229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-just-kiss-and-say-goodbye-part-two.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Kiss and Say Goodbye Part Two'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6892197316267235628</id><published>2010-11-01T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:02:55.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Halloween Candy and OH Yeah just for the Heck of it....Goodbye Mint Grasshopper Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my story and I am sticking to it....at least for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6892197316267235628?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6892197316267235628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6892197316267235628' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6892197316267235628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6892197316267235628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-just-kiss-and-say-goodbye.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Kiss and Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-4669085571911448481</id><published>2010-10-22T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:30:14.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October is almost over already</title><content type='html'>Man this month has flown by!&amp;nbsp; Have you guys all been busy gearing up for the holidays?&amp;nbsp; Halloween stuff is already being replaced by Christmas stuff here!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Does everyone have the costumes all ready to go for Halloween?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you nailed down your plans for Thanksgiving?&amp;nbsp; Have you started your Christmas list?&amp;nbsp; Anyone finished with their Christmas shopping yet?&amp;nbsp; I have one friend who is DONE....YES you read that right!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what is your expectations for the upcoming holidays this year?&amp;nbsp; Will they be the same or are you planning something different this year?&amp;nbsp; Have you decided to go all out or really scale back the holidays?&amp;nbsp; I would love to change things up a bit this year and I am still debating on what I want to do for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts to throw out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-4669085571911448481?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4669085571911448481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=4669085571911448481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4669085571911448481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4669085571911448481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-is-almost-over-already.html' title='October is almost over already'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-659348756385450117</id><published>2010-09-29T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:14:31.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday E!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is your Birthday and we wish we could be there but alas we are not but you are in our Thoughts today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-659348756385450117?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/659348756385450117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=659348756385450117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/659348756385450117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/659348756385450117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-e.html' title='Happy Birthday E!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8644182495357143335</id><published>2010-09-28T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:28:17.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY JUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Dearest JUDE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8644182495357143335?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8644182495357143335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8644182495357143335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8644182495357143335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8644182495357143335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-jude.html' title='HEY JUDE'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-4074217196326654445</id><published>2010-09-19T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:03:00.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call your parents daily......</title><content type='html'>One of the local radio stations has this on at least 20 times a day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call Your Parents At Least Once A Week Because You Never Know When You Might Need Bail Money!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear this it makes me laugh.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea why but it is just one of those things that tickles my funny bone BUT at the same time that I am laughing I am FILING this away in the back of my MIND for the future to see HOW often the NATIVES will call me when they are OUT on their OWN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is what floats around in the mind of Tam Tam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange but true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-4074217196326654445?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4074217196326654445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=4074217196326654445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4074217196326654445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4074217196326654445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/call-your-parents-daily.html' title='Call your parents daily......'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8215558032474429940</id><published>2010-09-17T03:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:21:39.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME CANDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfraBuxQdI/AAAAAAAAB2I/P5oESmJtcc0/s1600/IMG_2901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfraBuxQdI/AAAAAAAAB2I/P5oESmJtcc0/s200/IMG_2901.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfrwHpwO9I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/l9mj_zkqfC8/s1600/IMG_2874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfrwHpwO9I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/l9mj_zkqfC8/s320/IMG_2874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfsCfDeuMI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/YxFtJ2EUbcw/s1600/IMG_2857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfsCfDeuMI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/YxFtJ2EUbcw/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfsyzWY3zI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Q4XM5pVH-Es/s1600/IMG_2885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfsyzWY3zI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Q4XM5pVH-Es/s320/IMG_2885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIftGQDhLZI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-DaC3qT0xEE/s1600/IMG_2849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIftGQDhLZI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-DaC3qT0xEE/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIftcFn7QzI/AAAAAAAAB24/mufzWCwHAs0/s1600/IMG_2886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIftcFn7QzI/AAAAAAAAB24/mufzWCwHAs0/s320/IMG_2886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIftqM2-XuI/AAAAAAAAB3A/WHQuRmwLwZc/s1600/IMG_2858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIftqM2-XuI/AAAAAAAAB3A/WHQuRmwLwZc/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Natives LOVE going to the CANDY STORE down on River Street!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8215558032474429940?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8215558032474429940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8215558032474429940' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8215558032474429940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8215558032474429940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/give-me-candy.html' title='GIVE ME CANDY'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfraBuxQdI/AAAAAAAAB2I/P5oESmJtcc0/s72-c/IMG_2901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-923829320360788795</id><published>2010-09-16T03:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:43:00.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Little Trip Take a Little Trip WITH ME....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Things you will see in Savannah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfn0fzjSHI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/LsozMMrf-f0/s1600/IMG_2866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfn0fzjSHI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/LsozMMrf-f0/s200/IMG_2866.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfnrWrToZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/z1CrKFm7mKM/s1600/IMG_2863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfnrWrToZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/z1CrKFm7mKM/s200/IMG_2863.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfoAO3YyjI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/PB9WoniBT5w/s1600/IMG_3015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfoAO3YyjI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/PB9WoniBT5w/s320/IMG_3015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfonsSPE-I/AAAAAAAAB1o/gWuTwNK4BPM/s1600/IMG_2984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfonsSPE-I/AAAAAAAAB1o/gWuTwNK4BPM/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfo2nyxIAI/AAAAAAAAB1w/m5iDOZOkIng/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfo2nyxIAI/AAAAAAAAB1w/m5iDOZOkIng/s320/IMG_2815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfpGhszlMI/AAAAAAAAB14/2DNIXsEVbLM/s1600/IMG_3085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfpGhszlMI/AAAAAAAAB14/2DNIXsEVbLM/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfpWW_qsCI/AAAAAAAAB2A/f5vf2LB9wjE/s1600/IMG_2916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfpWW_qsCI/AAAAAAAAB2A/f5vf2LB9wjE/s320/IMG_2916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfoY1uT7kI/AAAAAAAAB1g/y0LEke5yJdQ/s1600/IMG_2884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfoY1uT7kI/AAAAAAAAB1g/y0LEke5yJdQ/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have to admit I love this time of year in Savannah!&amp;nbsp; Riverstreet is NOT crowded and you can just enjoy it all.&amp;nbsp; The Natives LOVED it all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The History, the sights, the smells and most of all the Savannah Candy Kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-923829320360788795?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/923829320360788795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=923829320360788795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/923829320360788795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/923829320360788795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-little-trip-take-little-trip-with.html' title='Take a Little Trip Take a Little Trip WITH ME....'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfn0fzjSHI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/LsozMMrf-f0/s72-c/IMG_2866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2607428062649682989</id><published>2010-09-15T04:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T04:13:00.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would your Brick SAY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Vietnam Memorial in Savannah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can purchase bricks in Memory of Someone or really whatever you want on the brick.&amp;nbsp; I will share a few that I took pictures of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfxKhu4g3I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/XA_3sUHNOTw/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfxKhu4g3I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/XA_3sUHNOTw/s320/IMG_2961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love this One of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfvSpzoQPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/UV-68Yms6bM/s1600/IMG_2971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfvSpzoQPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/UV-68Yms6bM/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chatham Artillery has a special meaning for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfwcnc05cI/AAAAAAAAB4A/IID2d0YeiFc/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfwcnc05cI/AAAAAAAAB4A/IID2d0YeiFc/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Savannah says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfvhRv5R1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/YF08lVklVJc/s1600/IMG_2968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfvhRv5R1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/YF08lVklVJc/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok this next brick I LOVE!&amp;nbsp; I wish I had thought of it!&amp;nbsp; No just kidding but I stumbled across it and I thought it was so very FUNNY.&amp;nbsp; I mean in the middle of all the bricks and then THIS ONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfyHJjnmDI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OP7F0L3BmUM/s1600/IMG_2974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfyHJjnmDI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OP7F0L3BmUM/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked the Natives what THEIR BRICKS would&amp;nbsp;SAY.&amp;nbsp; Native One said his NAME. Native Two said PEACE with a Peace Puppy Sign...OK then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO KNOW WHAT WOULD YOUR BRICK SAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2607428062649682989?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2607428062649682989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2607428062649682989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2607428062649682989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2607428062649682989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-would-your-brick-say.html' title='What would your Brick SAY?'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfxKhu4g3I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/XA_3sUHNOTw/s72-c/IMG_2961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-665210478778512136</id><published>2010-09-12T17:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:27:37.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pens and Paper for Peace</title><content type='html'>Please go to &lt;a href="http://freemanproject.org/"&gt;http://freemanproject.org/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and take 12 minutes to view this short film.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is a very important project in this community.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Soldiers Wife this is something that is always on your mind when there is a deployment.&amp;nbsp; The very scene of one small southern town standing side by side to see this Marine come home is forever etched in my mind.&amp;nbsp; It was a year in August since this tragedy.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The flags and miles and miles of people.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;can not imagine what&amp;nbsp;his wife was going through. I&amp;nbsp;look at my&amp;nbsp;little Natives and see them running around the very same playground that this Soldier ran around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My little Natives have&amp;nbsp;sat in the Gazebo&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;this Soldier helped repair.&amp;nbsp; As a Mother&amp;nbsp;I can not begin to imagine the loss&amp;nbsp;that his Mother experienced on that day.&amp;nbsp; It weighed heavily in the hearts of everyone in the community.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please view this short film and pass this along and by spreading the word we all can help this project!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-665210478778512136?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/665210478778512136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=665210478778512136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/665210478778512136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/665210478778512136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/pens-and-paper-for-peace.html' title='Pens and Paper for Peace'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3893396914452701722</id><published>2010-09-12T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:57:00.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Native One's First Day of First Grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfA43NG6TI/AAAAAAAABzw/Exhe-1mIFiU/s1600/IMG_2596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfA43NG6TI/AAAAAAAABzw/Exhe-1mIFiU/s200/IMG_2596.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Native Two's firs Day of Pre K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfBKReAHQI/AAAAAAAABz4/OfJ895bYG1w/s1600/IMG_2664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfBKReAHQI/AAAAAAAABz4/OfJ895bYG1w/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was not in the mood for pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3893396914452701722?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3893396914452701722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3893396914452701722' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3893396914452701722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3893396914452701722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfA43NG6TI/AAAAAAAABzw/Exhe-1mIFiU/s72-c/IMG_2596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2067063338593035439</id><published>2010-09-11T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:27:00.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am silent today but.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfIL6cOa7I/AAAAAAAAB04/7_oSYtmrLsw/s1600/IMG_2592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfIL6cOa7I/AAAAAAAAB04/7_oSYtmrLsw/s320/IMG_2592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfIiV1Hd8I/AAAAAAAAB1A/HRdjwECok8Y/s1600/IMG_3070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfIiV1Hd8I/AAAAAAAAB1A/HRdjwECok8Y/s320/IMG_3070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pictures say it all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2067063338593035439?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2067063338593035439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2067063338593035439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2067063338593035439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2067063338593035439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-silent-today-but.html' title='I am silent today but.....'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfIL6cOa7I/AAAAAAAAB04/7_oSYtmrLsw/s72-c/IMG_2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1577891115310485253</id><published>2010-09-10T04:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:38:00.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Native Two turned five.&amp;nbsp; This year we seemed to celebrate his birthday the entire month.&amp;nbsp; We had a birthday lunch, birthday play dates and presents that trickled in all month long.&amp;nbsp; He had a blast this year.&amp;nbsp; I think this is the first birthday that he really enjoyed.&amp;nbsp; He felt so important and I enjoyed watching him soak up all the attention from our families, friends and his school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The only thing I wished for his 5th birthday was&amp;nbsp;that my husband could partake in the birthday activities.&amp;nbsp; As usual his job had taken him away. &amp;nbsp;I do accept this as a part of our lives even though I do get frustrated&amp;nbsp; mostly for my Natives&amp;nbsp;but they are so use to it that it really does not even phase them.&amp;nbsp; So in the end it is all good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe-PQJ8_uI/AAAAAAAABzY/NXMQXWdP4tY/s1600/IMG_2544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe-PQJ8_uI/AAAAAAAABzY/NXMQXWdP4tY/s200/IMG_2544.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe91UB7LMI/AAAAAAAABzQ/tJL7b5Mz-M4/s1600/IMG_2683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe91UB7LMI/AAAAAAAABzQ/tJL7b5Mz-M4/s200/IMG_2683.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe_N2ZYVsI/AAAAAAAABzo/A6bJB3UKqCM/s1600/IMG_2636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe_N2ZYVsI/AAAAAAAABzo/A6bJB3UKqCM/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe-9IRFwYI/AAAAAAAABzg/WqbVTXOn36w/s1600/IMG_2662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe-9IRFwYI/AAAAAAAABzg/WqbVTXOn36w/s200/IMG_2662.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Native Two and his little Friend "K" in the picture share the SAME BIRTHDAY so we took them to Build A Bear so they both could get bears.&amp;nbsp; HE loves anything that has a PEACE SIGN ON IT!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1577891115310485253?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1577891115310485253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1577891115310485253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1577891115310485253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1577891115310485253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIe-PQJ8_uI/AAAAAAAABzY/NXMQXWdP4tY/s72-c/IMG_2544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7895038866961143979</id><published>2010-09-08T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:20:39.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures around Savannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Tree was so full of Moss.&amp;nbsp; The picture just does not capture what it is like.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf0F8JSPDI/AAAAAAAAB4g/UIgFLgp5CyI/s1600/IMG_2930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf0F8JSPDI/AAAAAAAAB4g/UIgFLgp5CyI/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf0XJLCLrI/AAAAAAAAB4o/S6KVDInq41M/s1600/IMG_3098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf0XJLCLrI/AAAAAAAAB4o/S6KVDInq41M/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf01CxvTwI/AAAAAAAAB4w/BaLc32TxzTU/s1600/IMG_3099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf01CxvTwI/AAAAAAAAB4w/BaLc32TxzTU/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf1HV4Sc3I/AAAAAAAAB44/8U1BM_APOe4/s1600/IMG_2830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf1HV4Sc3I/AAAAAAAAB44/8U1BM_APOe4/s320/IMG_2830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf2R8zoZZI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/zZ2zWJi57t4/s1600/IMG_2834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf2R8zoZZI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/zZ2zWJi57t4/s320/IMG_2834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf2CP1IE0I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/SmTdyVMrEJo/s1600/IMG_2809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf2CP1IE0I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/SmTdyVMrEJo/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf1tHxk0FI/AAAAAAAAB5I/xLbp-3uNVhs/s1600/IMG_2919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf1tHxk0FI/AAAAAAAAB5I/xLbp-3uNVhs/s320/IMG_2919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf1c_VRP4I/AAAAAAAAB5A/KScPOI-7u8w/s1600/IMG_2882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf1c_VRP4I/AAAAAAAAB5A/KScPOI-7u8w/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7895038866961143979?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7895038866961143979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7895038866961143979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7895038866961143979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7895038866961143979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/adventures-around-savannah.html' title='Adventures around Savannah'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIf0F8JSPDI/AAAAAAAAB4g/UIgFLgp5CyI/s72-c/IMG_2930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7616564412505392792</id><published>2010-09-08T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:03:51.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day is Pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We Spent the week recently in the historic down town area of Savannah.&amp;nbsp; It was a really nice week.&amp;nbsp; We spent time walking on River Street and visiting different squares.&amp;nbsp; The Natives had a blast.&amp;nbsp; These pictures are taken one evening before and during dinner at the famous Pirates House.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that it is very HAUNTED?&amp;nbsp; The Natives could have cared less and they did not like the food!&amp;nbsp; All they wanted was one of the DUM DUMS out of the huge treasure box.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfDbhsKKEI/AAAAAAAAB0I/jEgsIADZ_yc/s1600/IMG_2796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfDbhsKKEI/AAAAAAAAB0I/jEgsIADZ_yc/s200/IMG_2796.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Native One just wanted the picture over so he could go back to playing with his game boy or whatever these things are called now!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfDoyC9fEI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/UPNsS_mcEsk/s1600/IMG_2800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfDoyC9fEI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/UPNsS_mcEsk/s200/IMG_2800.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Native Two getting into his Role as a Pirate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfEDi5TCMI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/giGpbr6Jp7o/s1600/IMG_2801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfEDi5TCMI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/giGpbr6Jp7o/s200/IMG_2801.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace Bear had to be dressed like a Pirate also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfFXo1vxhI/AAAAAAAAB0w/qil-nLqtBsY/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfFXo1vxhI/AAAAAAAAB0w/qil-nLqtBsY/s200/IMG_2803.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well I did not catch any orbs in any of my pictures at the Pirate House.&amp;nbsp; I think the Natives scared them into HIDING!&amp;nbsp; LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Have you ever went on a GHOST TOUR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Do you believe in Ghosts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Have you ever watched Ghost Hunters on TV?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Savannah is a city that has been on quite a few different shows about all of our Ghosts!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7616564412505392792?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7616564412505392792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7616564412505392792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7616564412505392792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7616564412505392792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/word-of-day-is-pirates.html' title='Word of the Day is Pirates'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TIfDbhsKKEI/AAAAAAAAB0I/jEgsIADZ_yc/s72-c/IMG_2796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-4255442333161423516</id><published>2010-09-08T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:10:07.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day is a NON WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Blogish:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A variety of English that uses a large number of initialisms, frequently used on blogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-4255442333161423516?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4255442333161423516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=4255442333161423516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4255442333161423516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4255442333161423516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/word-of-day-is-non-word.html' title='Word of the Day is a NON WORD'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2078444848557753589</id><published>2010-09-07T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:30:42.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am convinced that...............</title><content type='html'>I am convinced that my Husband is a VAMPIRE!&amp;nbsp; That is the only conclusion I can come up with due to his ODD SLEEP PATTERNS!&amp;nbsp; After all there can not be any&amp;nbsp; real explanation for him to sleep the entire day on the rare occasions that he graces us with his presences.&amp;nbsp; RIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have come to the conclusion that he is inconsiderate to his family when he slept until 5:00 pm on Sunday but again I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could come to the conclusion that since he works really hard and is gone a majority of the time that his only form of relaxation is to sleep in&amp;nbsp;until &amp;nbsp;11 am and then take a REALLY LONG SHOWER and then EAT HIS LUNCH and decide to GO BACK TO BED until the SUN GOES DOWN and then&amp;nbsp;STAY&amp;nbsp;UP ALL NIGHT&amp;nbsp;TO WATCH TV&amp;nbsp;while his DARLING LOVING WIFE IS taking care of TWO (NOT ONE) BUT TWO LITTLE NATIVES with STREP and 103 FEVER on Saturday but again I did not come to that conclusion because I am a Darling Loving Wife! (yes this is filled with major run on sentences!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could come to the conclusion that I am a very accepting wife and just overlook his selfish attitude!&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to state that I respect an honor&amp;nbsp;his RULES about NOT BLOGGING about him!&amp;nbsp; Yeppers I sure would not break that rule like he would respect and honor me by NOT SPENDING THE ENTIRE DAY IN BED!&amp;nbsp;See what a great wife I am and harbour NO RESENTMENT AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to the conclusion that my Husband is a Vampire!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW only if HE WAS flipping&amp;nbsp;ERIC NORTHMAN then I might be more willing to over look the VAMPRIC Sleep Pattern!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all you guys and gals out there had a LOVELY LABOR DAY WEEKEND!&amp;nbsp; I sure did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the Day in Tam Tam's World is SNARKY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2078444848557753589?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2078444848557753589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2078444848557753589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2078444848557753589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2078444848557753589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-convinced-that.html' title='I am convinced that...............'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6322832253036860400</id><published>2010-08-31T11:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:34:04.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things going on in Tam Tam's World</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been lovely here in Savannah!&amp;nbsp; The weather is cooler!&amp;nbsp; We even have a slight breeze.&amp;nbsp; We have been in the Historic Sections of Savannah this week.&amp;nbsp; The Natives have had a blast visiting River Street and all the Squares.&amp;nbsp; I have taken TONS of pictures and hope they turn out so I can share them with you all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things have been really busy here.&amp;nbsp; I have both NATIVES in school this year.&amp;nbsp; Well One goes all day and the other is only 9 to 12 but BUT and I say BUT I have 9 to 12 FREE!&amp;nbsp; Yes FREE!&amp;nbsp; Three FREE HOURS ALONE for the first time in SEVEN YEARS!&amp;nbsp; SEVEN YEARS!&amp;nbsp; At first I was trying to fit tons of stuff in those THREE HOURS. You know I started out trying to clean the house and going to the grocery store and&amp;nbsp;catch up on all of the &amp;nbsp;domestic stuff that I need to catch up on.&amp;nbsp; Then I THREW CAUTION to the WIND and said the HECK with IT and GUESS WHAT I DID?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a HEALTH SPA!&amp;nbsp; I am working out THREE DAYS A WEEK and well FRANKLY I AM LOVING IT!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that when I drop off the littlest Native I hit that door RUNNING for that Health Spa and I don't look back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so weird to be doing something JUST for ME and OK a little guilty for a split second but I say OH WELL!&amp;nbsp; It is TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Guys and Gals what are you doing just for YOU?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6322832253036860400?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6322832253036860400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6322832253036860400' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6322832253036860400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6322832253036860400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-going-on-in-tam-tams-world.html' title='Things going on in Tam Tam&apos;s World'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2528065675890284900</id><published>2010-08-30T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:47:15.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is Monday!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;August is almost OVER!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;How is everyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you ever really say what you want to say?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you find you censor yourself often?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now what is the one thing would would just like to say?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Right now I would like to just say CALGON TAKE ME AWAY! And maybe just scream OH FUDGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2528065675890284900?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2528065675890284900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2528065675890284900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2528065675890284900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2528065675890284900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7590243257378520060</id><published>2010-08-11T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:00:20.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Y'All</title><content type='html'>I have some random thoughts that I would just like to throw out there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School has started! Day five and so far so good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been watching Pretty Little Liars and The Secret Life of the American Teenager.&amp;nbsp;( I know that I can not be the ONLY ONE my AGE that watches?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE SYFY'S new show HAVEN and I still like Warehouse 13.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think the commercials for the VAMPIRE'S SUCK is so funny.&amp;nbsp; This I can not explain!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Song this morning on the Radio was about the JET BLUE SKY GUY and it made me laugh out loud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the South you can count on your GIRLFRIENDS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your Gal Pals will come by and take you out for a WONDERFUL PEDICURE AND MANICURE in the midst of your current drama packed life!&amp;nbsp; You will one day look back on that and laugh your butt off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to say that I have been away on some lavish journey and have tons of pictures but alas I have just been sweating it&amp;nbsp;out here.&amp;nbsp; Dang it has been HOT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well that is what is&amp;nbsp;going on in TAM TAMS World!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great rest of the week and hopefully everyone has a relaxing weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7590243257378520060?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7590243257378520060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7590243257378520060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7590243257378520060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7590243257378520060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-yall.html' title='Hi Y&apos;All'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-284835545766076414</id><published>2010-07-14T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:45:39.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Fairy please help me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For a very long time now I have not had a good hair day.&amp;nbsp; It usually ends up&amp;nbsp;in a &amp;nbsp;clip.&amp;nbsp; I walk around looking the part of an overweight stay at home Mom.&amp;nbsp; It ain't pretty!&amp;nbsp; I decided to ask the HAIR FAIRY to come and wave her magic wand and do something with this mess on my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my little&amp;nbsp;Request &amp;nbsp;to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hair Fairy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you wave your magic wand and fix this mess on my head?&amp;nbsp; I also have another request not related to hair on my head.&amp;nbsp; Can you do something with&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the 'stache"? (I can't bring myself to say mustache)&amp;nbsp; You see Dearest Hair Fairy I have a V-Jay and not a Weeder and therefore I should not have a stache on my face.&amp;nbsp; I am so tired of the plucking and creams and I still have nightmares of the years that I had electrolysis while married to my demented first husband who was horrified by any hair growing anywhere on my body other than my head.&amp;nbsp; You know the hair grows back!&amp;nbsp; I can not suffer that fate again.&amp;nbsp; I humbly beg you for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance for your help.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the response I got back from HER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Dear T,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I came&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;your request&amp;nbsp;and was going to wave my magic wand but Girl it just did not help!&amp;nbsp; I am so sorry.You Hair is a royal Mess!&amp;nbsp; As for your 'stache' have you ever considered Laser?&amp;nbsp; I hear it works great!&amp;nbsp; That is an avenue you really should investigate because seriously I don't have enough power in my Wand to help you out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is another situation you should consider taking care of that was not on your request.&amp;nbsp; That bush down at the Y really needs tending to.&amp;nbsp; It is scary!&amp;nbsp; In fact it is so scary that I am retiring my Wand.&amp;nbsp; I just can not do this Job anymore!&amp;nbsp; I about had a Heart Attack!&amp;nbsp; Think about buying one of those Schick Quattro Trimstyle Razors off of Amazon for $14.50!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I want to personally thank you for helping me decide that I no longer want to be a Hair Fairy.&amp;nbsp; I am going to be a stand up Comedian because you have provided me with much Fodder for my show.&amp;nbsp; Again thank you so much for helping me make this life changing decision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Best of luck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The Hair Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hair Fairy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a WANKER!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that folks is a Grown up fairytale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-284835545766076414?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/284835545766076414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=284835545766076414' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/284835545766076414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/284835545766076414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/07/hair-fairy-please-help-me.html' title='Hair Fairy please help me!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-692438115910816594</id><published>2010-07-13T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:49:31.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WANKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough Said!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope your Week is going well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-692438115910816594?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/692438115910816594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=692438115910816594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/692438115910816594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/692438115910816594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/07/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-909517418808830828</id><published>2010-06-27T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:32:51.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Workshops At Bass Pro For kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Natives had fun at Bass Pro this weekend.&amp;nbsp; They have been having little workshops and crafts for the kids.&amp;nbsp; Native One had is picture taken and Native Two said NO pictures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The picture Turned out Cute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TCgJiabJREI/AAAAAAAABzA/bAjb6x2aF0E/s1600/hayden2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TCgJiabJREI/AAAAAAAABzA/bAjb6x2aF0E/s320/hayden2010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone has a Great Week!&amp;nbsp; Try to KEEP COOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-909517418808830828?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/909517418808830828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=909517418808830828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/909517418808830828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/909517418808830828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/free-workshops-at-bass-pro-for-kids.html' title='Free Workshops At Bass Pro For kids'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TCgJiabJREI/AAAAAAAABzA/bAjb6x2aF0E/s72-c/hayden2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-9092784329539934775</id><published>2010-06-17T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:43:42.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Topic is being Fired</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been Fired?&amp;nbsp; The first thing everyone thinks about is being fired from a Job but can you be fired from other things in your life?&amp;nbsp; Can your child fire you as a Parent?&amp;nbsp; I think some parents feel like they may have been fired.&amp;nbsp; Think about it especially when you have a headstrong teen that just walks out. They are basically firing you.&amp;nbsp; I KNOW that is a bit&amp;nbsp; of warped thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can your husband Fire you?&amp;nbsp; Isn't divorce sort of like being fired?&amp;nbsp; In my mind I think you can equate a divorce to being fired.&amp;nbsp; It is the same thing.&amp;nbsp; Let's say you tell your wife that your intentions are a divorce. Isn't that basically telling her that she is being fired as your wife.&amp;nbsp; Sort of a hard pill to swallow if you really think about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those thoughts I will leave you with this little bit of balm for the wound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombay Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;Dry vermouth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Vermouth&lt;br /&gt;Brandy&lt;br /&gt;Anisette&lt;br /&gt;Triple Sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir with ice and strain into chilled cocktail glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck I think I would probably just start drinking the Brandy out of the bottle straight UP!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-9092784329539934775?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/9092784329539934775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=9092784329539934775' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9092784329539934775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9092784329539934775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/topic-is-being-fired.html' title='Topic is being Fired'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7576725857067578143</id><published>2010-06-17T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:39:31.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw this and wanted to share it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we give love and sympathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even to those who hate us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We fill them so with mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They know not how to rate us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Helen King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7576725857067578143?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7576725857067578143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7576725857067578143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7576725857067578143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7576725857067578143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-saw-this-and-wanted-to-share-it.html' title='I saw this and wanted to share it'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-133014125645400729</id><published>2010-06-16T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:51:45.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not sure where this is going....but</title><content type='html'>My High School&amp;nbsp;Sweetheart recently signed up on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The thing is over the years Him and I have been abreast of each other lives.&amp;nbsp; It seems I had a habit of bringing home the boys but when it was OVER between us they sort of JUST STAYED with my family.&amp;nbsp; In fact MY PARENTAL UNITS always felt close to J (the High School Sweetheart) like PARENTAL UNITS for HIM!&amp;nbsp; They bailed him&amp;nbsp; a few times like&amp;nbsp;when he was almost ARRESTED for attempting to shoot (with a B B GUN) a guys car that I had started dating.&amp;nbsp; J would COME after any GUY that dated ME NO MATTER that HE BROKE UP with ME.&amp;nbsp; NO matter that he was sleeping with&amp;nbsp;EVERYONE he could.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The TWO of US had a stormy relationship.&amp;nbsp; We could NOT stay away from each other and I think we BOTH did LOVE each OTHER TOO MUCH (if that is possible).&amp;nbsp; He was young and he was WILD.&amp;nbsp; He sowed his WILD OATS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We plotted to get my Birth Certificate and we were HEADING for THE STATE LINE to GET MARRIED once.&amp;nbsp; We would SKIP SCHOOL and Head for Maryland and spend the day just being WILD.&amp;nbsp; I was forbidden to ride on his motorcycle but we were fearless and I hoped on the back of his bike (hiding my car somewhere so my parents did not know).&amp;nbsp; We would cross the state line and head over to Maryland or down to Colonial Beach.)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He was my BAD SEED!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could WRITE a TEEN NOVEL on our Relationship.&amp;nbsp; There is so&amp;nbsp; much over the 5 years of OUR YOUNG LIVES that we EXPERIENCED together.&amp;nbsp; HE TOOK ME HEART and SOUL.&amp;nbsp; HE also HURT me DEEPLY.&amp;nbsp; Deeper than any other HUMAN BEING has really hurt me.&amp;nbsp; For a NUMBER of years I was VERY ANGRY with HIM.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every time I would see him I turned into the BIGGEST SMART ASS.&amp;nbsp; He would say HI and I would give him a SNIDE REMARK.&amp;nbsp; ONLY HIM and I KNOW the real reason behind my anger.&amp;nbsp; It took LOTS of energy to be MAD at HIM all those YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The THING about HIM was that HE CONTINUED to see MY FAMILY.&amp;nbsp; HE would bring his CHILDREN to visit over Christmas.&amp;nbsp; He would stop by to see my Brother and his family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He talked with MY DAD ON the PHONE here in Georgia when I had my first CHILD!&amp;nbsp; I could go on and on how over the years we have floated around in each other lives.&amp;nbsp; We have known what each has been up to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One strange Memory is that J came to my house the week before I married my first husband and we sat for a Very LONG time talking.&amp;nbsp; HE THOUGHT that I SHOULD NOT GET MARRIED.&amp;nbsp; HE said I was on the rebound from HIM.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do admit that I met my FIRST HUSBAND ONLY a week after J and I stopped seeing each other.&amp;nbsp; I married my first Husband a year after meeting him but I had dated J for five years.&amp;nbsp; On some level J may have been right that I should NOT have married my first HUSBAND.&amp;nbsp; Sad as I am to admit that he could have been possibly right about SOMETHING!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest thing that bugged me about J was WHY he did the things to me that he did.&amp;nbsp; Whenever we have discussed it he would say he was young.&amp;nbsp; We were young.&amp;nbsp; He made me feel and think things about myself that hurt deeply.&amp;nbsp; I could not understand why&amp;nbsp;and what was wrong with ME.&amp;nbsp; I could NOT understand why I was NOT GOOD ENOUGH for HIM.&amp;nbsp; What was it about ALL those Other girls and women that made HIM&amp;nbsp;do what he did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think those thoughts were TYPICAL at that time of a 18 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Now a woman of 41 can look back on that and say what rubbish those thoughts were.&amp;nbsp; There was nothing wrong with me .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thinking back I should never have given&amp;nbsp;an ounce of my time or energy to those bad thoughts but of course you all know at 18 with a broken heart you just DO STUPID THINGS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he is now on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and we &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;friended&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A floodgate of memories that I had long ago filed away came crashing forward.&amp;nbsp; Things that made me laugh and things&amp;nbsp; that make me sad.&amp;nbsp; You can not&amp;nbsp; help to wonder how different my life might have been if he DID not interfere with a few of the guys I dated.&amp;nbsp; What if he had JUST walked away.&amp;nbsp; What IF I had JUST walked away from HIM.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;What IF I HAD WENT TO THAT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOMECOMING DANCE WITH ONE OF THE NICEST BOYS THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; You are really NOT suppose to think about those things and accept the course that your life has taken and well&amp;nbsp; I do OWN up to my OWN COURSE because IF I did not take this COURSE I would NOT have my TWO BEAUTIFUL NATIVES!&amp;nbsp; I own the course that my life took but sometimes it does make you wonder.&amp;nbsp; I do however imagine that J would NEVER HAVE BEEN a FAITHFUL PARTNER to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a little background on J.&amp;nbsp; But the whole post was really suppose to be about B.&amp;nbsp; B was a grown Man of 28 who asked me out.&amp;nbsp; J and I had broken up because I found OUT that he was seeing another GIRL yet again. &amp;nbsp;I was just barely 18 then and J was just 18 also.&amp;nbsp; Remember B was already 28. &amp;nbsp;J did NOT like B and he went ballistic when he found out about B.&amp;nbsp; B happens to be the person who J was almost arrested over.&amp;nbsp; The B B gun ( I think it was a B B gun) incident.&amp;nbsp; J apparently waited in a ditch or something for B to arrive home and shot at his&amp;nbsp;car. &amp;nbsp;GOD just writing this it all seems NOT REAL but believe me it was all real!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I dated for a tiny bit.&amp;nbsp; He was super intense.&amp;nbsp; He fell madly deeply in love with me.&amp;nbsp; I was ultimately his J...meaning I took his Heart and Soul and shattered him completely.&amp;nbsp; He would HAVE DONE anything for me!&amp;nbsp; J decided that he wanted ME BACK.&amp;nbsp; I decided that I wanted J back and that B was just TOO INTENSE for me.&amp;nbsp; He was so devoted and maybe to devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;HE began to SCARE ME.&amp;nbsp; I ended it with B and he knew that I was going back to my long time boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; I was a kid also and B was a MAN of 28.&amp;nbsp; B came to my parents home and wanted to see me.&amp;nbsp; MY DAD played interference for me.&amp;nbsp; Also I have to admit that MY PARENTS DID NOT LIKE B.&amp;nbsp; They thought he was way to OLD for ME.&amp;nbsp; My Dad did not like quite a few things about B so he was very happy to tell him that HE was not going to talk to me.&amp;nbsp; B insisted&amp;nbsp;that he needed to see me.&amp;nbsp; He told MY DAD that HE WAS GOING TO MARRY ME.&amp;nbsp; WE would be MARRIED on Christmas Day!&amp;nbsp; My father was livid. B finally left and DAD&amp;nbsp;came in the house madder than I ever&amp;nbsp; had seen him (well except that time he found that little pipe that belonged to J and some of his friends in my car's dash...well actually he smelled something in the car first but I NEVER INHALED and that is still my story today).&amp;nbsp; My DAD was ranting and raving about B&amp;nbsp;saying&amp;nbsp;he &lt;strong&gt;LOVED ME&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;WE WOULD BE MARRIED.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad sent B away that day telling him that he had better leave and THAT HE KNEW for a FACT that I did NOT love him and would never LOVE HIM.&amp;nbsp; I sit here thinking about HOW POOR B must have felt that day leaving my HOME.&amp;nbsp; I am sure he was heart broken but HE was scaring me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pasted and J and I started over yet again.&amp;nbsp; B was seen around.&amp;nbsp; I would run in to him and he sent a few things to my job.&amp;nbsp; He did not give up but then all of the sudden he just stopped.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am not sure what he did during that time period.&amp;nbsp; Shortly however J and I were over again and I had met my first Husband.&amp;nbsp; B knew at that point that I was planning a wedding and he was spotted on several occasions near my job.&amp;nbsp; I went about my life and I got married.&amp;nbsp; After I was married he started showing up sitting in the parking lot across from my job.&amp;nbsp; This went on for sometime.&amp;nbsp; He would pull out behind me and follow me.&amp;nbsp; This was in 1989-1990ish.&amp;nbsp; Finally some guys I worked with went over to his car and confronted him.&amp;nbsp; They watched him park there and follow me and they told him that if they&amp;nbsp;saw him again they would call the police.&amp;nbsp; I did not see HIM for YEARS after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Divorce I was dating a young man and I ran into B while out on a date.&amp;nbsp;The thing is&amp;nbsp;of all the dang people in the world that I would run it to at&amp;nbsp;the RED ROBIN was B.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was far away from my hometown that I would NEVER EVEN imagined running into anyone I knew but much less B.&amp;nbsp; B SAW me that much was for sure.&amp;nbsp; I know the wheels were turning because I was not with my Husband.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few more years go by and I was HOME in Virginia for one Christmas with my current Husband and I was at the Mall.&amp;nbsp; I know a lot of people at home so running in to someone I know was likely but the ONLY PERSON I RAN into was B.&amp;nbsp; MY current Husband SAW this MAN with LONG GRAY HAIR calling MY NAME.&amp;nbsp; HE came OVER TO HUG ME but I just put out my hand to shake it.&amp;nbsp; I said HI B.&amp;nbsp; It was strange and awkward.&amp;nbsp; He told me he had married.&amp;nbsp; I said congrats and said I needed to go.&amp;nbsp; MY Current Husband laughed all the WAY to my parents house about this MAN from my past.&amp;nbsp; I tried to convey the seriousness of the meeting.&amp;nbsp; That he was my past stalker of sorts.&amp;nbsp; My family did not help matters when my husband told them Who we ran into.&amp;nbsp; It was the topic for dinner that night at my expense I assure you all.&amp;nbsp; I was so never glad to have my butt back in Georgia!&amp;nbsp; GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about B is he would be 52 now!&amp;nbsp; I have no idea where he is or what has become of his life but apparently there has been THREE times and just as recently as last year that he looked for me on classmates.com.&amp;nbsp; Anyone want to give me a OH HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wonder if one day he will finally show up on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and try to look for me.&amp;nbsp; J got me thinking about all this once he signed up.&amp;nbsp; Funny how the mind works and one thought leads to another strange thought especially dealing with somewhat of a icky past issue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the moral of this long tragic story?&amp;nbsp; Nothing really.&amp;nbsp; Well it seems that I loved J and I did not get him and B loved me and he did not get me.&amp;nbsp; Strange how that all worked out.&amp;nbsp; We all wanted someone we could not have.&amp;nbsp; I do not think I ever officially told B that I was sorry.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry that I broke his heart the way I did but I know it was for the best just like it was for the best that J shattered my heart in a thousand pieces because it made me a stronger person.&amp;nbsp; I know because of what he put me through at such a young age that I am NOW a STRONGER WOMAN. Would it be wrong for me to hope in some small way that B could possibly thank me for breaking his Heart and say that I made him a strong person and his life is so much better because of that one life lesson.&amp;nbsp; I can only HOPE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that no matter what the future holds for me I am Strong enough to endure it because of the lessons of my YOUNG LOVE LIFE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am not sure any of you stayed through this long story but it all came about because J signed up on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;...how funny!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you now with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; a little journey&lt;br /&gt;This we walk&lt;br /&gt;Hardly time for murmurs&lt;br /&gt;Hardly time for talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we learn to quarrel&lt;br /&gt;and to hate&lt;br /&gt;Afterward regret it&lt;br /&gt;When it is too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Dark&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes care and sorrow leave behind their mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet WE walk the pathway called life&lt;br /&gt;Side by Side&lt;br /&gt;Where So Many others have Lived loved and died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see the moral&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;Yet we walk and not always hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be strife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need such shadows here in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-133014125645400729?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/133014125645400729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=133014125645400729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/133014125645400729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/133014125645400729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-not-sure-where-this-is-goingbut.html' title='I am not sure where this is going....but'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1527070532855666111</id><published>2010-06-14T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:04:41.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you learned any life lessons lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most important life lesson that you pass on to others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At want point have any of you just clung to something and then finally realized that you have no choice but to let go and start over?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of Starting over in this economy have you given any thoughts to ...if you do have to start over at some point about your options? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back home last week someone I knew&amp;nbsp;got killed by a drunk driver and now his family&amp;nbsp; will be going it without him....Back home someone I knew committed suicide and now his family is picking up the pieces and trying to figure it all out......I know someone that is on the brink of a divorce and will have to start over yet again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life changing events and very heavy thoughts but the bottom line&amp;nbsp;is it is&amp;nbsp;LIFE.&amp;nbsp; Bottom line is that it is what it is no matter how tightly we cling to the things we do not want to change in our lives.&amp;nbsp; They seem to change whether we want them to or not.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time it is not OUR CHOICE and it is completely out of our hands.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is of our own making.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will leave you with this quote "Pain is inevitable but suffering is optional"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1527070532855666111?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1527070532855666111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1527070532855666111' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1527070532855666111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1527070532855666111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1896832355238328579</id><published>2010-06-12T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:53:37.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tye Dye Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Natives had a great time doing their Tye Dye Shirts.&amp;nbsp; It was really easy and NOT at all that messy.&amp;nbsp; Walmart had the kits marked down to 15.00 dollars&amp;nbsp;and the shirts were the Faded Glory shirts for 3.80.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kits make enough for 20 shirts to be Tye Dyed.&amp;nbsp; I also let them Tye Dye a pack of white under shirts to sleep in and they thought that was a BLAST too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBP_3Fwr1aI/AAAAAAAAByI/mnGW_WtALtU/s1600/IMG_2356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBP_3Fwr1aI/AAAAAAAAByI/mnGW_WtALtU/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBP_svMTEuI/AAAAAAAAByA/KOTIlCYlqFE/s1600/IMG_2355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBP_svMTEuI/AAAAAAAAByA/KOTIlCYlqFE/s320/IMG_2355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQADgadk_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/sO0sXMp66eA/s1600/IMG_2357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQADgadk_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/sO0sXMp66eA/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQBBh9e2HI/AAAAAAAAByo/nvLJPSf_E34/s1600/IMG_2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQBBh9e2HI/AAAAAAAAByo/nvLJPSf_E34/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQAO6rNizI/AAAAAAAAByY/aXDchsxP_0I/s1600/IMG_2359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQAO6rNizI/AAAAAAAAByY/aXDchsxP_0I/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQAZnH2JAI/AAAAAAAAByg/AKpRIX5IyHY/s1600/IMG_2358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBQAZnH2JAI/AAAAAAAAByg/AKpRIX5IyHY/s320/IMG_2358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really fun!&amp;nbsp; Have you ever TYE DYED anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the only shirts they want to WEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1896832355238328579?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1896832355238328579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1896832355238328579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1896832355238328579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1896832355238328579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/tye-dye-fun.html' title='Tye Dye Fun'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/TBP_3Fwr1aI/AAAAAAAAByI/mnGW_WtALtU/s72-c/IMG_2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-9154674504774080130</id><published>2010-06-02T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:40:58.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me San Francisco...............</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to post because I have been doing the single Mommy thing and well dang it I am tired all the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however have a NEW FAVORITE SONG&amp;nbsp; FOR THE SUMMER called Save Me San Francisco by Train.&amp;nbsp; It makes me want to go to the Beach and just walk for miles while listening to this song.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp; is a catchy fun song.&amp;nbsp; I am a freak what can I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have not been able to ride my PINK BIKE and it is bugging ME!&amp;nbsp; I did try with the two Natives in tow and well frankly I have decided that MY PINK BIKE RIDES are JUST FOR ME ALONE!&amp;nbsp; I love the Natives but GOLLY they complained and complained because it was to this or that or all of the sudden one had to pee and then the other!&amp;nbsp; What? REALLY?&amp;nbsp; Yeah they did and well I am forever pledging that MY BIKE RIDES are now a SOLO ADVENTURE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you like the Song SAVE ME SAN FRANCISCO....I am super curious about the type of MUSIC you guys Rock N Roll to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-9154674504774080130?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/9154674504774080130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=9154674504774080130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9154674504774080130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9154674504774080130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title='Save Me San Francisco...............'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-5335629345645657471</id><published>2010-05-19T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:18:32.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Lovers</title><content type='html'>How could something so&amp;nbsp;wrong be so right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here we are taking a chance to be alone together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We know we should not be together.&amp;nbsp; I sit alone longing for your sweet taste on my tongue again as I write this.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How did we arrive at this place together?&amp;nbsp; It all started with that BUY ONE GET ONE FREE AD from Publix.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never should have picked up that ad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;OH my Secret LOVER HOW you&amp;nbsp;taunt me in my dreams.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You broke down my defenses and won my affections and my life will never be the same.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe in another time and place!&amp;nbsp;I keep telling myself that tonight we&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;lovers but in the morning you will have to go back in the cupboard and be my friend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The problem with you lover is that once would never be enough for either of us and you would keep on loving me so damn slow like I want you to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&amp;nbsp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_P-W5lPEBI/AAAAAAAABx4/7QvEgHX89Pk/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_P-W5lPEBI/AAAAAAAABx4/7QvEgHX89Pk/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beware of that cute little Elf and Publix buy one get one free ads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-5335629345645657471?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5335629345645657471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=5335629345645657471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5335629345645657471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5335629345645657471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret-lovers.html' title='Secret Lovers'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_P-W5lPEBI/AAAAAAAABx4/7QvEgHX89Pk/s72-c/IMG_2339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1562570315393861047</id><published>2010-05-19T03:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:49:00.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Bike Freedom Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my Ride!&amp;nbsp; I have had my Bike for over a year now and I really LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp; The day I brought it home my Husband said IT IS PINK.&amp;nbsp; Why did you get a Pink Bike because maybe I would like to ride it.&amp;nbsp; Really? Need I explain to him why I wanted a PINK BIKE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I promptly told him I got a PINK bike because I did not want to SHARE IT!&amp;nbsp; It is probably the ONLY DANG thing in my house that is NOT shared.&amp;nbsp; IS that BAD?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I digress for a moment&amp;nbsp;however for the LAST FIVE NIGHTS IN A ROW I have been riding my bike because I am trying to loose weight.&amp;nbsp; I have lost 5 pounds and they fought ME TOOTH and NAIL but alas they bid adieu to me and now I just have to get the NEXT 90 to be as agreeable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M3Bh6K67I/AAAAAAAABwo/FTI7echsXJ0/s1600/IMG_2296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M3Bh6K67I/AAAAAAAABwo/FTI7echsXJ0/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I decided that I will take you along and narrate my thoughts on things that were going ON in MY MIND as I road my PINK BIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NA3aXDPJI/AAAAAAAABxY/Hb1GmABdz2Q/s1600/IMG_2298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NA3aXDPJI/AAAAAAAABxY/Hb1GmABdz2Q/s200/IMG_2298.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the SKY when I started my Ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NBWmaCWWI/AAAAAAAABxo/_kU-j3B8WIc/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NBWmaCWWI/AAAAAAAABxo/_kU-j3B8WIc/s200/IMG_2288.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Pornographic ducks from the pond near my house that now have little babies all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M_SQqlBGI/AAAAAAAABw4/VgHtRIIRYqg/s1600/IMG_2307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M_SQqlBGI/AAAAAAAABw4/VgHtRIIRYqg/s200/IMG_2307.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got this picture while I was having leg cramps and I had to take a break from my ride.&amp;nbsp; I was PRETENDING TO PHOTOGRAPH things to work out the cramp in my leg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NCv20UNqI/AAAAAAAABxw/kG-fLB2OrLU/s1600/IMG_2333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NCv20UNqI/AAAAAAAABxw/kG-fLB2OrLU/s200/IMG_2333.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This sign was taunting me.&amp;nbsp; It kept saying Tammy YOU can stop riding.&amp;nbsp; Baby just slow your roll!&amp;nbsp; You can just stop.&amp;nbsp; BUT NO I rode right past the flippin sign even though I did have to stop just up ahead to catch my breath and to of course give the sign a finger.&amp;nbsp; That is the way I ROLL on my Pink Bike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M_gZMPESI/AAAAAAAABxA/a-XXnP3Go0A/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M_gZMPESI/AAAAAAAABxA/a-XXnP3Go0A/s200/IMG_2324.JPG" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What is your LIFE'S SPEED?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M3UkeNKqI/AAAAAAAABww/gcn1G95nQBI/s1600/IMG_2299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M3UkeNKqI/AAAAAAAABww/gcn1G95nQBI/s200/IMG_2299.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Church's Parking lot was my riding Goal because IF I could make it to this church and back to my house that means I KICK BUTT today!&amp;nbsp; I made it and I took a picture of their sign.&amp;nbsp; Anyone have any thoughts on this weeks sermon?&amp;nbsp; Last week the sign said Sunday Sermon &lt;strong&gt;The Fruit of Faithfulness&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The week before that it said:&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;God wants Religious Fruits NOT Religious Nuts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I have to admit I really liked that one but there seems to be a theme about &lt;strong&gt;FRUIT happening.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NBHjwV7bI/AAAAAAAABxg/YWoIlsZHoVQ/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_NBHjwV7bI/AAAAAAAABxg/YWoIlsZHoVQ/s200/IMG_2319.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the SUN GOING DOWN ON ME so I head HOME at LAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I get in a really deep thinking MODE when I am out on my pink bike.&amp;nbsp;It is like I am on a Pink Bike Freedom Ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will share the weird things going on in my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Live Every Single day like its&amp;nbsp;your last because what if tomorrow never comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone wants to know that they are NOT ALONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just one more moment please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know what it is to love and loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what gets in my way I will always be there for YOU but only IF you want me to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really should buy stock in Ever Ready Battery Company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time is going by&amp;nbsp;so damn&amp;nbsp;fast how can I slow my life speed down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have NO REGRETS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leave YOUR FEARS BEHIND and take that ROCKY PATH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Find the one you are DREAMING OF because it is never too late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my TWO BEST FRIENDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And those are my deep thoughts on my Pink BIKE FREEDOM RIDE! Now I feel all funky and want to say something like Peace out y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1562570315393861047?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1562570315393861047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1562570315393861047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1562570315393861047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1562570315393861047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink-bike-freedom-ride.html' title='The Pink Bike Freedom Ride'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S_M3Bh6K67I/AAAAAAAABwo/FTI7echsXJ0/s72-c/IMG_2296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2725275126142510327</id><published>2010-05-18T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:44:25.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letters to Juliette</title><content type='html'>I actually went to the MOVIES on Saturday!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was a nice break from MOMMY MODE!&amp;nbsp; I did come back refreshed and enjoyed my two hours away.&amp;nbsp; It is NOT that I do not enjoy every second with my children because I do but it is so refreshing to have a moment to myself.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My advice to all MOMS out there is &amp;nbsp;it is OK really OK to take time for yourself.&amp;nbsp; I have to try to remind myself of this more often.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the movie on Saturday I have been pondering once again LOVE. Yes LOVE!&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Well I am human and love is strange.&amp;nbsp; People do strange things in the name of LOVE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think we love falling in love.&amp;nbsp; Yes we LOVE Falling in love and experiencing those tingling feelings of love and sweet words whispered in your ear.&amp;nbsp; We love the shared looks and those little touches&amp;nbsp;by a sweeping hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We love the intimacy NEW LOVE creates.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We feel BOLD and NEW and HAPPY from&amp;nbsp; this new LOVE.&amp;nbsp; We feel empowered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheers to all the new love out there in the world&amp;nbsp;and enjoy it because at least for tonight you are lovers but tomorrow go back to being just&amp;nbsp;friends it usually ends better that way!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a GREAT DAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2725275126142510327?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2725275126142510327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2725275126142510327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2725275126142510327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2725275126142510327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-letters-to-juliette.html' title='Love Letters to Juliette'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8063552300288827327</id><published>2010-05-16T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:58:01.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swimming Pool Conversation</title><content type='html'>Our neighborhood pool opened up on May 1st.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has been heading down there to enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; They load&amp;nbsp;up the golf carts with kids and floats then head on down to the pool.&amp;nbsp; I have been observing all this from my front lawn.&amp;nbsp; My OWN NATIVES have been overly excited about the pool being opened once again.&amp;nbsp; ME NOT SO MUCH but we will get to that in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Husband took half days all week last week and after school would take the Natives down and stay until around 5 or 6pm.&amp;nbsp; They have LOVED LOVED it to say the least.&amp;nbsp; This weekend both Saturday and Sunday he again took the boys to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon while they were getting ready to head down to the pool my Husband finally asked me why I have NOT been down to the pool yet and WHY WAS I NOT coming today with HIM and the BOYS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the answer for a minute and I decided that I would "FESS" up to the way I was feeling about the NEIGHBORHOOD POOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I just really really don't feel like going there and hanging out with my NEIGHBORS.&amp;nbsp; HE looked at me like my head was spinning around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DO YOU MEAN TAMMY?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not know what I meant and how to explain the anxiety I am feeling about the pool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decide to really confide in the fact that I do not WANT them to see me in my PLUS SIZE bathing suits.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mean HECK last year I was watching one of my neighbors walk in with HER THREE KIDS and drop her sarong and she had donned a TWO PIECE suit and SHE LOOKED GREAT!&amp;nbsp; I mean&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;HOT GOOD&amp;nbsp;(makes me wonder though about some HMMM cosmetic surgery she must have had because those TA TA'S were so dang perky).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Husband was like SO what.&amp;nbsp; Come down and play with the boys in the water. This has never stopped you before what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no answer for him other than I JUST DO NOT WANT TO.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I probably am ONE of the LARGEST woman at the pool when I go.&amp;nbsp; Yes it has not bothered me the last few years but after this winter that I have had I JUST DO NOT WANT to go down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have however enjoyed the time that I HAVE HAD ALONE while he has taken the Natives down to the pool.&amp;nbsp; I have been productive around the house and I HAVE BEEN OUT RIDING MY BIKE!&amp;nbsp; MY TO CUTE PINK BIKE.&amp;nbsp; I will have share pictures of my bike!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what is going on in my head right now...well that and a WHOLE lot of other things but that was at the top of the list today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have had a great weekend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8063552300288827327?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8063552300288827327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8063552300288827327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8063552300288827327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8063552300288827327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/swimming-pool-conversation.html' title='The Swimming Pool Conversation'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6066458240776820634</id><published>2010-05-14T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:53:35.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-1uDibqReI/AAAAAAAABwI/MTqNq8TuJoQ/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-1uDibqReI/AAAAAAAABwI/MTqNq8TuJoQ/s200/IMG_2169.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stop and just enjoy the DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the words of Zac Browns Band.....&amp;nbsp;Toes in the water and Ass in the Sand....Life is GOOD TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-1wDWLUwtI/AAAAAAAABwg/z4dVtwVTvYk/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-1wDWLUwtI/AAAAAAAABwg/z4dVtwVTvYk/s200/IMG_1145.JPG" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-1vMC-gZgI/AAAAAAAABwQ/5VLVkOTqwXY/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone has a BEAUTIFUL WEEKEND and remember to enjoy the MOMENT because those MOMENTS come and go to quickly in all our LIVES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6066458240776820634?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6066458240776820634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6066458240776820634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6066458240776820634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6066458240776820634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-and.html' title='Stop and................'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-1uDibqReI/AAAAAAAABwI/MTqNq8TuJoQ/s72-c/IMG_2169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2246418350212207734</id><published>2010-05-13T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:04:31.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Kites</title><content type='html'>It was WINDY here on Tuesday and I decided that it was time for FUN WITH KITES.    The Natives had a total BLAST!   Now the only problem is when WILL THERE BE ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL WINDY DAY LIKE TUESDAY?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you flown a KITE lately?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiEd9wPBI/AAAAAAAABv4/rOpzQBRotRw/s1600/IMG_2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiEd9wPBI/AAAAAAAABv4/rOpzQBRotRw/s200/IMG_2225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470785107506773010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiENj3S4I/AAAAAAAABvw/AUHuPHppyFw/s1600/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiENj3S4I/AAAAAAAABvw/AUHuPHppyFw/s200/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470785103103216514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiDoDpHSI/AAAAAAAABvo/RCwmv7w9JhA/s1600/IMG_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiDoDpHSI/AAAAAAAABvo/RCwmv7w9JhA/s200/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470785093035957538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiDQqEyhI/AAAAAAAABvg/-lasEe2MzK8/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiDQqEyhI/AAAAAAAABvg/-lasEe2MzK8/s200/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470785086754703890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiC-QGIJI/AAAAAAAABvY/fb-8CGpiKJ0/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiC-QGIJI/AAAAAAAABvY/fb-8CGpiKJ0/s200/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470785081813901458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2246418350212207734?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2246418350212207734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2246418350212207734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2246418350212207734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2246418350212207734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-with-kites.html' title='Fun With Kites'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wiEd9wPBI/AAAAAAAABv4/rOpzQBRotRw/s72-c/IMG_2225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8006860499714864183</id><published>2010-05-13T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:08:29.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Sunglasses Look Like?</title><content type='html'>I found a pair of Sunglasses that felt really good on but they are HUGE and are a strange color of Blue but I love those things.  Native One said: MOM those are really BIG.  He decided he wanted to MODEL them for all of us.  So enjoy him showing off my Summer 2010 Sunglasses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wVPzw911I/AAAAAAAABvQ/wjpfhmAAmF8/s1600/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wVPzw911I/AAAAAAAABvQ/wjpfhmAAmF8/s200/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771008686118738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wVPjeO7uI/AAAAAAAABvI/J3H_NpAa2Ks/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wVPjeO7uI/AAAAAAAABvI/J3H_NpAa2Ks/s200/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771004312579810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8006860499714864183?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8006860499714864183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8006860499714864183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8006860499714864183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8006860499714864183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-your-sunglasses-look-like.html' title='What Does Your Sunglasses Look Like?'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-wVPzw911I/AAAAAAAABvQ/wjpfhmAAmF8/s72-c/IMG_2269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6091696095571892262</id><published>2010-05-12T10:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:14:26.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does your Flower Garden Grow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rCjfw_GeI/AAAAAAAABvA/Hu1_QFHyKP4/s1600/IMG_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rCjfw_GeI/AAAAAAAABvA/Hu1_QFHyKP4/s200/IMG_2237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470398612473059810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rCiv5JaXI/AAAAAAAABuw/rAGBU2tMnDk/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rCiv5JaXI/AAAAAAAABuw/rAGBU2tMnDk/s200/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470398599622388082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rChUYgOTI/AAAAAAAABug/W67vOsbCybc/s1600/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rChUYgOTI/AAAAAAAABug/W67vOsbCybc/s200/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470398575057844530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the things around my yard.  What have you guys been doing lately?  I have been working in my yard.  All the rain that we had and then the cold weather here affected a few of my flower beds.  I had one bed where most of my flowers did not come up this year.   The weather has been great for working outside.  It has just windy enough to keep those HORRIBLE GNATS away.  So we have been taking advantage of that.  I also purged my GARAGE and I just started throwing stuff away that had been packed in BOXES from Three Years ago when we moved here.  If I have not looked for it in Three years the chances are slim that I need to keep it.  It is heavenly to PURGE!  I am now in a HUGE PURGING MODE and HOPEFULLY will continue to get rid of SO MUCH MORE!  A few of the things I really really want to purge is MY BARBIE DOLL COLLECTION and MY DEPARTMENT 56 SNOWBABY COLLECTION!   Anybody looking for a certain Barbie or a certain Snowbaby?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One WEEK of SCHOOL LEFT HERE!  YAHOO!  Well Take care everyone!  HUGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is growing in your YARD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6091696095571892262?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6091696095571892262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6091696095571892262' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6091696095571892262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6091696095571892262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-does-your-flower-garden-grow.html' title='How Does your Flower Garden Grow!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S-rCjfw_GeI/AAAAAAAABvA/Hu1_QFHyKP4/s72-c/IMG_2237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-9027812662420055233</id><published>2010-05-02T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:57:39.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would you channel?</title><content type='html'>The answer to my own question is that I would channel my Great Grandmother. How did she raise 10 children? What was her life like? How was her relationship with her husband? Did they argue? Was it easier because there was a clear understanding between them of what THEIR ROLES were? Did she expect her husband to help with the children or was it because of her understanding of her role that she DID NOT expect any help from her husband? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts that come to my mind is the time period. During that time period of her life her family lived all around her. When I say they lived around her I mean the entire block was HER FAMILY. The Street they lived on was nicknamed the LINE because everyone was family. That saying that it takes a Village to raise children comes to my mind when I think about my Great Grandmothers life. They all helped each other out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a simpler time and I think getting back to basics is something I really need to think about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why that particular Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live near family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not...do you miss having the support and help of family members?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-9027812662420055233?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/9027812662420055233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=9027812662420055233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9027812662420055233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9027812662420055233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-would-you-channel.html' title='Who would you channel?'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7123136594763222437</id><published>2010-04-22T09:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:19:48.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Razors</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to find the best razor. I have used all kinds. I really like my Husbands razors but he really has a problem with sharing. I bought a pack of disposable razors by Bic. They are the Soleil brand and they were good to travel with. I liked them but I am still HUNTING for the BEST RAZOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of Razor do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have one that you have tried that you HATED? Brand Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other thoughts on razors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7123136594763222437?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7123136594763222437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7123136594763222437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7123136594763222437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7123136594763222437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/04/razors.html' title='Razors'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-582159350640222633</id><published>2010-04-15T13:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:27:38.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Natives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8dQG4ImipI/AAAAAAAABuY/_att2FBmh_8/s1600/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8dQG4ImipI/AAAAAAAABuY/_att2FBmh_8/s200/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460421152287918738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8dQGWB0elI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Gp6oZ4G12fc/s1600/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8dQGWB0elI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Gp6oZ4G12fc/s200/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460421143132666450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-582159350640222633?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/582159350640222633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=582159350640222633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/582159350640222633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/582159350640222633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-have-talk.html' title='Natives'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8dQG4ImipI/AAAAAAAABuY/_att2FBmh_8/s72-c/IMG_2073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3148001119209138503</id><published>2010-04-11T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:16:07.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Glass and Natives</title><content type='html'>The Natives LOVE hunting for Sea Glass.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Here is some information on Sea Glass.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Below are a few pictures of some in the water.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea glass&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sea glass (also known as beach glass, mermaid's tears, lucky tears, sea gems and many other names) is glass found on beaches along oceans, bays, sounds, rivers or large lakes that has been tumbled and smoothed by the waves, water and sand, creating smooth, frosted shards of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea glass is one of a very few cases of a valuable item being created from the actions of the environment on man-made litter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A piece of red sea glass, one of the rarest colors &lt;br /&gt;An old bottle top made of cobalt blue glass, one of the rarer colorsThe color of sea glass is determined by its original source. Most sea glass comes from bottles, but it can also come from jars, plates, windows, windshields, glasses, art, flasks, containers, and any other glass source that has found its way into the ocean. Some collectors also collect beach ceramics or sea pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common colors of sea glass are kelly green, brown, and clear. These colors come from bottles used by companies that sell beer, juices, and soft drinks. The clear or white glass comes from clear plates and glasses, windshields, windows, and assorted other sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less common colors include jade, amber (from bottles for whiskey, medicine, spirits, and early bleach bottles), golden amber or "amberina" (mostly used for spirit bottles), lime green (from soda bottles during the 1960s), forest green, and ice- or soft blue (from soda bottles, medicine bottles, ink bottles, and fruit jars from the late 1800s and early 1900s, windows, and windshields). These colors are found about once for every 25 to 100 pieces of sea glass found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncommon colors of sea glass include green, which comes primarily from early to mid-1900s Coca-Cola, Dr Pepper, and RC Cola bottles, as well as beer bottles. Soft green colors could come from bottles that were used for ink, fruit, and baking soda. These colors are found once in every 50 to 100 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple sea glass is very uncommon, as is citron, opaque white (from milk glass), cobalt and cornflower blue (from early Milk of Magnesia bottles, poison bottles, artwork, and Bromo-Seltzer and Vicks VapoRub containers), and aqua (from Ball Mason jars and 19th century glass bottles). These colors are found once for every 200 to 1,000 pieces found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare and extremely rare colors include gray, pink (often from Great Depression era plates), teal (often from Mateus wine bottles), black (older, very dark olive green glass), yellow (often from 1930s Vaseline containers), turquoise (from tableware and art glass), red (often from car tail lights, dinnerware or from nautical lights, it is found once in about every 5,000 pieces), and orange (the least common type of sea glass, found once in about 10,000 pieces). These colors are found once for every 1,000 to 10,000 pieces collected. Some shards of black glass are quite old, originating from thick eighteenth-century gin, beer and wine bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOBBY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like collecting shells, fossils, or stones, 'combing shorelines for sea glass is a hobby many beach-goers and beachcombers enjoy. Hobbyists often fill decorative jars with their collections and take great pleasure in sourcing out a shard's original origin. Artisans craft beautiful, much sought after pieces of jewelry, stained glass and other decorative items from sea glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea glass can be found all over the world, but the beaches of the northeast United States, California, northwest England, Mexico, Hawaii, Puerto Rico, Nova Scotia, Italy and southern Spain are famous for their bounty of sea glass, bottles, bottle lips and stoppers, art glass, marbles, and pottery shards. The best times to look are during spring tides and perigean and proxigean tides, and during the first low tide after a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach glass, as it is called on inland waterways such as Chesapeake Bay and the Great Lakes, though similar to sea glass, may be less weathered because such waterways lack wave rigor and the saline content of oceans. Beach glass from these regions often have very clear embossed designs or letters on them, which makes tracing their origin easier.[5] Shards may also evidence a frosted side and a shiny side, most likely because they are pieces broken off from larger glass objects still embedded in mud, silt or clay, which are only slowly being exposed by wave action and erosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Artificial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authentic sea and beach glass is becoming harder and harder to find for a variety of reasons: there are more people searching for it; glass items have been replaced by plastics; and littering is discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some artisans and crafters have taken to tumbling less-than-stellar pieces of sea glass shards to create what is called "twice-tossed" glass. Others rely on artificial sea glass, produced to meet craft demand at a cheaper price and in a wider range of colors, which is also often produced using a rock tumbler. Such glass is chunkier than most true sea glass, lacks its' romantic provenance, and differs in many technical ways, (e.g. long-term exposure to water conditions creates an etched surface on the glass that cannot be duplicated artificially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many professional sea glass collectors, authors, artisans, and retailers, the main issue is honesty regarding the source of glass[7]. While some prefer the term "twice tossed" or "craft glass" for inauthentic or artificial products, this usage is by no means universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8HPaefzq4I/AAAAAAAABuI/3AaXGoAWRCw/s1600/IMG_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8HPaefzq4I/AAAAAAAABuI/3AaXGoAWRCw/s200/IMG_2158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458872277119773570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8HPZ6oUMSI/AAAAAAAABuA/HrXpDT5Map8/s1600/IMG_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8HPZ6oUMSI/AAAAAAAABuA/HrXpDT5Map8/s200/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458872267491782946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8HPZoe8Z4I/AAAAAAAABt4/cYTjMQhkCVk/s1600/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjvHWNRGI/AAAAAAAABtg/jbusT6KF5_o/s200/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458613146938590306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjuijpIcI/AAAAAAAABtY/89shNhiCZJA/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjuijpIcI/AAAAAAAABtY/89shNhiCZJA/s200/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458613137062830530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjucuDRgI/AAAAAAAABtQ/fVwiTIWd9Jo/s1600/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjucuDRgI/AAAAAAAABtQ/fVwiTIWd9Jo/s200/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458613135495874050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8Djt6oPTTI/AAAAAAAABtI/lJuxugQZnOo/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8Djt6oPTTI/AAAAAAAABtI/lJuxugQZnOo/s200/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458613126344690994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjtXCSmbI/AAAAAAAABtA/X_Sw-Vtmb2g/s1600/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjtXCSmbI/AAAAAAAABtA/X_Sw-Vtmb2g/s200/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458613116790282674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7932000245961274472?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7932000245961274472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7932000245961274472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7932000245961274472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7932000245961274472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-fun-stuff.html' title='Just Fun Stuff'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S8DjvHWNRGI/AAAAAAAABtg/jbusT6KF5_o/s72-c/IMG_2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6510603527295188807</id><published>2010-04-10T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:24:16.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wild Ride</title><content type='html'>HI Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Easter was Great for each and every one of you! The Natives and I went on a Road Trip last Thursday to Virginia! What a RIDE! Two Natives and ONE MOMMY! Native One gets car sick so there was a PUKE Bucket along for the trip! FUN STUFF I am telling y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well will be back with pictures soon! Now I need to unpack! It seems we came home with more than we left with!&lt;br /&gt;&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/4464524188729287649-6510603527295188807?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6510603527295188807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6510603527295188807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6510603527295188807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6510603527295188807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-wild-ride.html' title='One Wild Ride'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3705837997729724624</id><published>2010-03-31T12:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:28:46.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Native One at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4LN1YRDI/AAAAAAAABs4/twSPFolP1I8/s1600/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4LN1YRDI/AAAAAAAABs4/twSPFolP1I8/s200/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454835707763246130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4KsoJHnI/AAAAAAAABsw/6TtUQq-eJ84/s1600/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4KsoJHnI/AAAAAAAABsw/6TtUQq-eJ84/s200/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454835698849357426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4KbcEp9I/AAAAAAAABso/bKAws5ktUdo/s1600/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4KbcEp9I/AAAAAAAABso/bKAws5ktUdo/s200/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454835694235330514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4J4Qr8dI/AAAAAAAABsg/UYBH0KRqm6c/s1600/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4J4Qr8dI/AAAAAAAABsg/UYBH0KRqm6c/s200/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454835684792332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4Jo1n54I/AAAAAAAABsY/1eCqyTQNdCs/s1600/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4Jo1n54I/AAAAAAAABsY/1eCqyTQNdCs/s200/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454835680652289922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3705837997729724624?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3705837997729724624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3705837997729724624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3705837997729724624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3705837997729724624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/native-one-at-zoo.html' title='Native One at the Zoo'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S7N4LN1YRDI/AAAAAAAABs4/twSPFolP1I8/s72-c/IMG_1976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3533265670935520734</id><published>2010-03-30T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:35:09.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice does not get you anywhere</title><content type='html'>My Mother in Law is still here. Apparently she is checking out housing in the area. I KID YOU NOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shows up unannounced and has no real idea when she is leaving. This I am told BY my HUSBAND. There is no regard for my Easter Plans and THEY ARE STILL COMMUNICATING IN KOREAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When MY family visits I have an arrival date and a DEPARTURE DATE. IS that too much to ask for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Husband thinks I am being unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a plan and a plan now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions from the MORE SEASONED Daughter in Laws out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and hope you all are smiling because IF I did not have a sense of humor you would have already seen me on the NATIONAL NEWS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3533265670935520734?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3533265670935520734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3533265670935520734' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3533265670935520734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3533265670935520734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-does-not-get-you-anywhere.html' title='Nice does not get you anywhere'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3311484883336462701</id><published>2010-03-28T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:26:19.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Dig Turtles around here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zmAIyCyI/AAAAAAAABsA/DSSXk9o_ikU/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zmAIyCyI/AAAAAAAABsA/DSSXk9o_ikU/s200/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453845507966372642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zlkV_SOI/AAAAAAAABr4/WKR-LY93tjg/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zlkV_SOI/AAAAAAAABr4/WKR-LY93tjg/s200/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453845500505573602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zlVsKfyI/AAAAAAAABrw/NNG6psw8hLU/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zlVsKfyI/AAAAAAAABrw/NNG6psw8hLU/s200/IMG_2021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453845496572051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zkz-OuFI/AAAAAAAABro/jLXeHf0JAAg/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zkz-OuFI/AAAAAAAABro/jLXeHf0JAAg/s200/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453845487521019986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3311484883336462701?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3311484883336462701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3311484883336462701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3311484883336462701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3311484883336462701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-dig-turtles-around-here.html' title='We Dig Turtles around here!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_zmAIyCyI/AAAAAAAABsA/DSSXk9o_ikU/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-5469217922779443878</id><published>2010-03-28T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:20:43.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me an ICEE</title><content type='html'>Native One wanted a Rainbow icee and Native Two wanted a red Icee.  The Boys are so close in age but they are so very different.  It continues to amaze me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yFI4SHwI/AAAAAAAABrg/dojLaVruuKM/s1600/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yFI4SHwI/AAAAAAAABrg/dojLaVruuKM/s200/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453843843865779970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yEwf4LYI/AAAAAAAABrY/Fe8fmBhrjgI/s1600/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yEwf4LYI/AAAAAAAABrY/Fe8fmBhrjgI/s200/IMG_1974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453843837320965506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yEX0CBtI/AAAAAAAABrQ/e6rY_4FcV30/s1600/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yEX0CBtI/AAAAAAAABrQ/e6rY_4FcV30/s200/IMG_1972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453843830694610642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-5469217922779443878?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5469217922779443878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=5469217922779443878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5469217922779443878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5469217922779443878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-icee.html' title='Give me an ICEE'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_yFI4SHwI/AAAAAAAABrg/dojLaVruuKM/s72-c/IMG_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7842278681108996079</id><published>2010-03-28T20:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:16:39.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Eat Cake</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Spring with a Cute Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_xNfivP2I/AAAAAAAABrI/7U8dNDAbc5A/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_xNfivP2I/AAAAAAAABrI/7U8dNDAbc5A/s200/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453842887876755298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_xM8MFJ-I/AAAAAAAABrA/4d_a8R-hfJg/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_xM8MFJ-I/AAAAAAAABrA/4d_a8R-hfJg/s200/IMG_2024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453842878386481122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7842278681108996079?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7842278681108996079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7842278681108996079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7842278681108996079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7842278681108996079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-eat-cake.html' title='Let&apos;s Eat Cake'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6_xNfivP2I/AAAAAAAABrI/7U8dNDAbc5A/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3314367177504682193</id><published>2010-03-28T10:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:10:49.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does it Matter... is the Theme</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day I think to myself What does it matter? Really what does it matter but how often can you keep thinking that to yourself when deep down you know it does matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that runs through my mind is What is ENOUGH? When do you know that you have had enough of something? What is your breaking point? When do you just move on or walk away from that particular thing that is giving you heart burn? Then do you take a deep breath and thing WHAT DOES IT MATTER? It is a huge circle if you think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though there may be just the smallest of things that make you see the light and that it does matter and that you have had enough. That is when you realize that you are ALREADY GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those thoughts I will leave you with lyrics to a Kelly Clarkson song that I have liked for the last few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;br /&gt;It never would've worked out right&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3314367177504682193?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3314367177504682193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3314367177504682193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3314367177504682193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3314367177504682193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-does-it-matter-is-theme.html' title='What Does it Matter... is the Theme'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-20923740703693478</id><published>2010-03-25T19:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:49:33.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week TWO OF.................</title><content type='html'>DAUGHTER IN LAW HAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Pictures of what is keeping me from loosing my cool!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6v1Q5b3QfI/AAAAAAAABq4/0hOekXptj3Q/s1600/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6v1Q5b3QfI/AAAAAAAABq4/0hOekXptj3Q/s200/IMG_1887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452721444506518002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6v1Qkfz8NI/AAAAAAAABqw/6megRyTZt14/s1600/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6v1Qkfz8NI/AAAAAAAABqw/6megRyTZt14/s200/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452721438885933266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you Easter Plans shaping up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Traveling or just staying home for Easter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida or Virginia for Easter which would you choose if you had a choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-20923740703693478?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/20923740703693478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=20923740703693478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/20923740703693478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/20923740703693478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-two-of.html' title='Week TWO OF.................'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S6v1Q5b3QfI/AAAAAAAABq4/0hOekXptj3Q/s72-c/IMG_1887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2874471985177914705</id><published>2010-03-23T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:59:44.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the air</title><content type='html'>I took the Natives to feed the ducks. We were armed with tons of bread and it was a beautiful day. The ducks all came running to us and one even bite Natives Twos Fingers. While I was soothing him, Native ONE got his underroo's in a wad because one of the pretty Mallard Ducks was apparently trying to DROWN the Ugly Mallard Duck. I looked up to see why he was distraught and sure enough the Pretty duck was on the back of the Ugly Duck. It was biting the ducks neck and pushing her head in the water as he took his liberties with her. Then all across the pond I noticed that all the DUCKS were doing this! Yep sure signs of spring at the pond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY OH MOMMY why is that duck being so mean. Mommy that duck is drowning the other ducks. Mommy make it stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes those are the words Native One is saying while I sit there watching this pornographic duck breading. Yes it is spring and the ducks were Crazy active at the pond. I told the Natives that they were all just playing and lets dump the bread and I would take them to a park instead. They got all excited because the crazy ducks had been a bit of a disappointment. First the Biting of Native One and then that attempted drowning of all the female ducks in the pond...yeppers we were done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the park and guess what.... TWO DOGS just having the time of their lives. I turned the car around and said HEY BOYS LETS GO MAKE SOME POTTERY. Pottery is a nice indoor activity without lots and lots of questions that Mommy was in NO mood to answer at the moment.  They Cheered and so off to pottery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of nature for ONE DAY! It is most definitely SPRINGTIME IN THE SOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2874471985177914705?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2874471985177914705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2874471985177914705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2874471985177914705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2874471985177914705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-4844637316926561303</id><published>2010-03-21T18:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:28:01.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam misses you and all the blogs that she reads but she has been very busy with a visitor. Her Mother In Law showed up. I did not get the MEMO stating an Arrival of the Mother In Law so in essences she called me to tell me she would be at my home in an hour and to further complicate matters, My DH was gone. Well it has been a week and most of it was spent with the Mother In Law while we waited for the Husband to return. The Husband did return on Thursday night and he still has NOT forwarded me a MEMO stating the departure of the Mother In Law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be a known Fact that DAUGHTER IN LAW HAZING should be illegal and punishable by 8 months of NO VISITING for each offense. Right now by my calculations my Mother In Law has committed at least 15 offenses. I guess she is making up for LOST TIME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Blog I wanted you to know why I can not be witty right now. Daughter In Law hazing makes you a bit cranky and short tempered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however have a few questions for my blog friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What type of offenses has your Mother In Laws ever committed towards you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What Types of offenses can you imagine that my Mother In Law may have committed during her visit? I would be interested to know what you guys think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seen your Mother in law in her birthday Suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How Long does your In Laws usually stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If your In Laws spoke a foreign language how would you feel if that is the only way they commuted with your spouse? Example My MIL only speaks in Korean to the DH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How would you feel if YOU knew that THEY were TALKING ABOUT YOU while you are sitting right there? (this is on my offense list) (and my MIL has been in the country since 1976...she knows English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end there with the questions because the list would be at least 30 questions or more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and OK send me some good thoughts!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-4844637316926561303?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4844637316926561303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=4844637316926561303' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4844637316926561303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4844637316926561303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3545197298826166657</id><published>2010-03-19T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:56:09.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello  Hello</title><content type='html'>Hey Tam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Blog MISSES YOU!   COME BACK SOON with something WITTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3545197298826166657?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3545197298826166657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3545197298826166657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3545197298826166657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3545197298826166657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello.html' title='Hello  Hello'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6549872001059109000</id><published>2010-03-10T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:33:55.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning</title><content type='html'>My family in Virginia are all in construction. It has been a very hard winter for them. My Dad's small company has no work right right now. I knew they were really struggling but I am in no position to help. I do worry about their situation constantly. My parents pay their own health coverage which is now 1200.00 a month. They have to keep this coverage because of their health problems they will not be eligible for coverage anywhere else. My Aunt has checked every possible company for them. My Mother just turned 60 last June and will not be able to get Medicare yet. They continue each month with the 1200.00 for coverage and their medicine is outrageous even after they pay their co pays. It is breaks my heart and I know there are many Americans in their same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided not to make their house payment this month so they could pay for their insurance and their medicine. It is the first time that my Dad did not have money for a mortgage payment and he was distraught. There was nothing I could do but sit here in Georgia and worry about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM calls me last week and she seems perky which I note quickly! She has exciting news for ME! My Dad had Three Dollars left in his pocket and he went to &lt;br /&gt;7-11 to get a soda but he decided that he would buy Three Lottery Tickets with the same number 1015. MY DAD WON with those Three Tickets LAST WEEK! MY Parents WON 15,000 dollars. IT WILL HELP them until my DAD'S business picks back UP! YAY! I was so excited for them. IT also takes a LOT OF WORRY OFF MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little more to the story though! My Brother wanted Dad to split some tickets with him after my Dad's WIN so they bought TEN DOLLARS worth and they WON 600.00! Yeppers they split it in half! That was also very exciting! My Brother owns a landscaping company and needless to say that he HAS had NO work since all the SNOW! So he was excited to get the Three Hundred! It made my DAY for all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN this morning I get an email and I WON a BLOG GIVEAWAY! MY Number was 71! YAY! I was excited about that! I follow this really great BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://ruespeanutbutterandjellylife.blogspot.com    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU should GO VISIT HER SOMETIME! She always has some amazing project going on all the time! Thanks RUE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions for YOU GUYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PLAY THE LOTTERY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you do have you ever won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever KNOW anyone who hit it BIG? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MY High School Boyfriend's Parents won the Maryland State Lottery for 1.6 Million when we were SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL! They GAVE ME A FUR COAT and GOT "HIM" a BRAND NEW CAR!!!) So my answer would be YES but THE MONEY came with problems! The parents got divorced right after the big win! Money Can't BUY HAPPINESS...remember that. I seen it first hand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great WEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6549872001059109000?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6549872001059109000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6549872001059109000' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6549872001059109000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6549872001059109000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/winning.html' title='Winning'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-7120335364288431307</id><published>2010-03-05T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:39:39.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of my Two Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBv6mvHlI/AAAAAAAABqo/K4PipB0sXmk/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBv6mvHlI/AAAAAAAABqo/K4PipB0sXmk/s200/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445135347164847698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBvYGwI-I/AAAAAAAABqg/LMMdvkKbHMc/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBvYGwI-I/AAAAAAAABqg/LMMdvkKbHMc/s200/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445135337903891426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBvBqnJhI/AAAAAAAABqY/LtwIo4mamrs/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBvBqnJhI/AAAAAAAABqY/LtwIo4mamrs/s200/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445135331880281618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBugiSzrI/AAAAAAAABqQ/slMvj2F6QbE/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBugiSzrI/AAAAAAAABqQ/slMvj2F6QbE/s200/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445135322987024050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBuZfMbVI/AAAAAAAABqI/k2QBOH8BhuQ/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBuZfMbVI/AAAAAAAABqI/k2QBOH8BhuQ/s200/IMG_1901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445135321094974802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-7120335364288431307?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7120335364288431307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=7120335364288431307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7120335364288431307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/7120335364288431307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-native-pictures.html' title='More of my Two Favorite Things'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5EBv6mvHlI/AAAAAAAABqo/K4PipB0sXmk/s72-c/IMG_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8570006698800224366</id><published>2010-03-04T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:48:32.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgt63YCOI/AAAAAAAABqA/TG6PDbYRur8/s1600-h/IMG_1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgt63YCOI/AAAAAAAABqA/TG6PDbYRur8/s200/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444958291502827746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgtvb_2tI/AAAAAAAABp4/bmRrxXRkm2k/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgtvb_2tI/AAAAAAAABp4/bmRrxXRkm2k/s200/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444958288435206866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5BgtKiXTKI/AAAAAAAABpw/JynXpfh5XUM/s1600-h/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5BgtKiXTKI/AAAAAAAABpw/JynXpfh5XUM/s200/IMG_1896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444958278529797282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgs20DE5I/AAAAAAAABpo/LZgc1QJICU4/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgs20DE5I/AAAAAAAABpo/LZgc1QJICU4/s200/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444958273235260306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5BgsRIPZOI/AAAAAAAABpg/xvwHZUTBQyg/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5BgsRIPZOI/AAAAAAAABpg/xvwHZUTBQyg/s200/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444958263119406306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my favorite things are chocolate cake and those two little natives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native One had Crazy hair Day so he wanted pictures of his Hair!  O yeah and that Tye Dye Shirt is one of HIS Favorite Shirts right now.  He is all about color and drama and well today he came home all excited that his NEW Teacher let him use every crayon in the box to do his morning work. He was so proud and yes it was very colorful.  I actually told my Best Friend that his work was so colorful that it should be in a gay pride contest!  His New Teacher is letting his class be creative and letting Them FLY their FREAK FLAGS HIGH and I am finally glad that his class has a NEW Teacher that indulges in their creativity more than their OLD Teacher!  SIGH!  Relief! Sigh again...it has been a rough year since August!  My Sons class is adjusting to a NEW Teacher for the last Two Months of School!  Sigh...and OK SEE me doing a LITTLE HAPPY DANCING!  Thank YOU GODS that BE for this UNEXPECTED CHANGE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever participated in Crazy Hair Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do YOU own any TYE DYE articles of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to men (yes I am getting personal) do you prefer NO Hair on the chest and back or do you like your men hairy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8570006698800224366?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8570006698800224366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8570006698800224366' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8570006698800224366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8570006698800224366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-favorite-things.html' title='My Favorite things'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S5Bgt63YCOI/AAAAAAAABqA/TG6PDbYRur8/s72-c/IMG_1936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-9162969476938040498</id><published>2010-03-02T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:35:33.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone else so tired that they can't sleep? March is upon us and honestly March is a blah kind of month for me. I already just want it over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait for this school year to be OVER. Yes I am rushing it and WOW I could have a huge post on our Kindergarten year but I have to mull that over. It has been one bumpy ride. I have questioned my feelings on so many levels and just went with the flow instead of MY GUT and well MY GUT and MY MOM SENSE were correct. The one thing I have learned from this year is to trust myself. I now know that when the hair on the back of my neck raises that I need to question things. Lesson learned and believe me from now on until this child graduates school I am going to TRUST MY MOM SENSE. (you know like Spidey Sense). So MOMS everywhere ADVOCATE for your child when you know something is not quite right in their classroom. Go with you Gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glum is Native Ones favorite word right now. MOM I am glum that I can not play WII all the time. I am glum that I can not have the new Ben 10 Leggos. I am glum that I am in time out for hitting my brother in the stomach (but not glum for hitting his brother but glum for being in time out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Two's favorite word right now is ACTUALLY. He uses it all the time. MOM actually I do not like pickles. Actually Mom I was wrong I do like pickles. Actually MOM I do not actually like pickles. Yes that is the conversation today about pickles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a gray and rainy day here in Savannah. It Actually was a good day to ponder many things. One is that I really do not have a blogging mojo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your blogging Mojo going?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like March?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Savannah for Saint Patrick's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Schools here are closed on Saint Patrick's Day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is all I got for right now! Have a great rest of the WEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-9162969476938040498?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/9162969476938040498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=9162969476938040498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9162969476938040498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/9162969476938040498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-else-so-tired-that-they-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6434908908241807253</id><published>2010-02-22T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:45:09.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Savannah</title><content type='html'>In Georgia you never know what you get when you visit some of the parks in the area. Here you may stumble across ducks, geese,snakes, turtles or an alligator.  This weekend was beautiful here so we took the Natives out to a park.  There were ducks and geese!  I started Snapping away!  Ducks are always fun to take pictures of.  I however found two very intresting BIRDS living among the DUCKS at the PARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl7FqmLnI/AAAAAAAABpY/8EOfAq3Fssc/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl7FqmLnI/AAAAAAAABpY/8EOfAq3Fssc/s200/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093734368685682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl6lxlv3I/AAAAAAAABpQ/qAYvRrN7t2w/s1600-h/IMG_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl6lxlv3I/AAAAAAAABpQ/qAYvRrN7t2w/s200/IMG_1860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093725808082802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl6FV0-dI/AAAAAAAABpI/rM3ExbzF9fg/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl6FV0-dI/AAAAAAAABpI/rM3ExbzF9fg/s200/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093717101705682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl5pW_u2I/AAAAAAAABpA/MSXAwerEx9g/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl5pW_u2I/AAAAAAAABpA/MSXAwerEx9g/s200/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093709590412130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl5LP1RxI/AAAAAAAABo4/Fu2RSwQlf_8/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl5LP1RxI/AAAAAAAABo4/Fu2RSwQlf_8/s200/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093701507303186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that is strange?&lt;br /&gt;Any strange things living in your Park?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6434908908241807253?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6434908908241807253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6434908908241807253' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6434908908241807253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6434908908241807253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-in-savannah.html' title='Only in Savannah'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S4Kl7FqmLnI/AAAAAAAABpY/8EOfAq3Fssc/s72-c/IMG_1851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-1782674684528322210</id><published>2010-02-22T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:24:27.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know your weeked will not be good when......</title><content type='html'>YOU have four Children in the car and(Age 4 to 8) you HIT a Dog! NOT GOOD NOT GOOD AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hit squirrels which for some reason feel it necessary to throw themselves in front of my car, One Deer which jumped in to my car, Two Dogs  and one opossum. This was the first time however that I have hit something and HAD CHILDREN in the car.  Native One who is an ANIMAL lover and who wants to grow up to be a PET RESCUER and who DOES NOT EAT MEAT (his choice and he also proclaims meat makes him sick in his stomach even if he smells it) because he proclaims that he is not eating animals.  Not to go in to much detail Native was very upset and just did not understand how his Mother could HIT that poor dog!  I had a choice the dog or a head on crash with another car but how can you explain that to a six year old.  That was my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hit anything?&lt;br /&gt;If you have did you have KIDS in the car and how was the reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday and I hope my week gets better and HEY lets hope Native One will put me back UP on my MOMMY PEDESTAL SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-1782674684528322210?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1782674684528322210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=1782674684528322210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1782674684528322210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/1782674684528322210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-your-weeked-will-not-be-good.html' title='You Know your weeked will not be good when......'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-4778597580021348402</id><published>2010-02-13T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:17:27.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Savannah</title><content type='html'>We had a few snowflakes in Savannah! The Natives were excited because it was the first time they had seen Snowflakes. They were excited and were hoping to have snow in the morning to build a snowman but alas it turned to rain with in the hour and it disappeared as fast as it came. At least I got a few pictures of the boys checking out the snowflakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3az0DprlHI/AAAAAAAABow/NDcoC3vlwoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3az0DprlHI/AAAAAAAABow/NDcoC3vlwoQ/s200/IMG_1804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437731307011150962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3azzazjPuI/AAAAAAAABoo/_cAV2sWr-ns/s1600-h/IMG_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3azzazjPuI/AAAAAAAABoo/_cAV2sWr-ns/s200/IMG_1802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437731296046694114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3azzLgbohI/AAAAAAAABog/oYtya5K00ww/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3azzLgbohI/AAAAAAAABog/oYtya5K00ww/s200/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437731291939971602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3azyn4t8cI/AAAAAAAABoY/U1esrVPD1sc/s1600-h/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3azyn4t8cI/AAAAAAAABoY/U1esrVPD1sc/s200/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437731282378158530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-4778597580021348402?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4778597580021348402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=4778597580021348402' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4778597580021348402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/4778597580021348402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-savannah.html' title='Snow in Savannah'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S3az0DprlHI/AAAAAAAABow/NDcoC3vlwoQ/s72-c/IMG_1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3979207580489554139</id><published>2010-02-12T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:39:25.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Weekend</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a nice Valentines Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Valentines?&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect any surprises for Valentines?&lt;br /&gt;Have you planned a surprise for your Significant other for Valentines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Savannah will get actually Snow or not tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3979207580489554139?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3979207580489554139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3979207580489554139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3979207580489554139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3979207580489554139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-weekend.html' title='Happy Valentines Weekend'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2031860768155210292</id><published>2010-02-01T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:36:06.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring please</title><content type='html'>Please Wake me when Spring arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for spring?&lt;br /&gt;What do you love about Spring?&lt;br /&gt;Will you plant a VICTORY Garden this spring?&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Spring Flower?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2031860768155210292?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2031860768155210292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2031860768155210292' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2031860768155210292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2031860768155210292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-please.html' title='Spring please'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-911925217359969583</id><published>2010-01-30T12:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:12:14.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Truffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S2RnMHGAWZI/AAAAAAAABoQ/hX5ptpZ0u5I/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S2RnMHGAWZI/AAAAAAAABoQ/hX5ptpZ0u5I/s200/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432580508275988882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Truffles and HE is a Boy! He IS NOT my cat. He lives across the street. He however loves my house. When MY Mother in Law was visiting and it was very cold he ran in the door between HER feet a few times. She thought HE was OUR CAT. He would run right in and run up the stairs and hide under a bed so I could not catch him. HE is smart like that! The Natives find HIM very funny and want to KNOW why he can not stay in OUR house with OUR FOUR INDOOR CATS that WE HAVE. ENOUGH said in that sentence. WE have FOUR of OUR OWN. Truffles knows all the ways to get in to my house and he takes advantage of that at every turn. When he notices that the Natives are outside he likes to lie in wait on the front porch. He rolls on his back and acts like he is asleep but once A Native makes a run for the front door that cat is in my house in a NEW YORK minute. It is a very good thing that I love CATS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a good cat even though he has a girly name!&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/4464524188729287649-911925217359969583?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/911925217359969583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=911925217359969583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/911925217359969583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/911925217359969583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-truffles.html' title='Meet Truffles'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S2RnMHGAWZI/AAAAAAAABoQ/hX5ptpZ0u5I/s72-c/IMG_1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3248897282712151577</id><published>2010-01-29T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:00:26.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts and maybe a question or two</title><content type='html'>What makes you want to put on your boogie shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my haircut after NOT having it cut for a very long time and well I am not sure I like it. It it flat. Am I to old for a spiral perm? Am I to old for BIG HAIR? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jeans would not button this morning. Seriously that sucked I only own ONE pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will know where my husband will be transfer ed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could listen to the song never been to Spain by Three Dog Night over and over and never get tired of it. I love this song and it just is a feel good song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that Native One has 35 thousand points on his Webkinz account and Native Two has 15 thousand points on his? NO they ARE NOT PLAYING....I am addicted to a Word Challenge Game. It is sort of like BOGGLE! Now that sounds pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Native One Hate Kindergarten? What am I doing wrong? Why does he have to kick scream and act like a rabid dog every morning on the way to school? Why can't he BE LIKE everyone else in his little STEPFORD class that is perfect and has manners enjoys doing their school work. Why DID I end up with the kid that IS THAT KID? BUT YOU KNOW I DON'T want HIM to CHANGE I love HIS DIFFICULT WAYS....I love HIS PERSONALITY that is amazing....I love all the thoughts that are running through his mind. I DON'T want IT STIFLED. He complains that he is so BORED in school and hopefully I will come up with a better solution for his education. ANY IDEAS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Bovine is what I am reading by Libba Bray. It is for 14 and up. I am not sure but after hitting the library and every ADULT book I wanted was on wait lists I gave up and went over to the young adult section. NO wait list there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally I will leave you with this..... what does it matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekeend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3248897282712151577?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3248897282712151577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3248897282712151577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3248897282712151577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3248897282712151577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-thoughts-and-maybe-question-or.html' title='Random thoughts and maybe a question or two'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-138866987851572528</id><published>2010-01-27T13:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:20:59.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is that TIME of YEAR</title><content type='html'>Things are about to change again in my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for Pre K registration. I have to figure OUT what to do with NATIVE TWO! Well let's back up to this time last year. Native Two has a Early Birthday and technically he should have been in Pre K this year and for the 2010-2011 school year he should be in Kindergarten. Native One is in Kindergarten this year and Native Two should have went to Pre K but I FELT strongly that Native Two needs to wait. I have really struggled with this on so many levels. I know what is best for my child and the time of his birth should NOT dictate when he starts school. I actually talked to the Principal at the elementary school and voiced my concerns about registering him. I left feeling even more strongly that HE NEEDS to be in a private Pre K and possibly a private Kindergarten. We will have to see how Pre K goes for him. The Public School says that generally Most kids catch up and progress on to First Grade with NO problem and if they DO NOT they just hold them back for a second year of Kindergarten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is a little background on what is going on but the REAL MEAT and POTATOES of this post is that MY BABY will be thrown out of the NEST come this FALL and I am so UNHAPPY about it. I am sad! Here come another change in my life when I was just getting use to Native One being in School! Well I guess I will just pull up my Big Girl Panties and go get a MOCHA and figure out what the heck is NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think waiting a year will benefit him? &lt;br /&gt;What changes are about to Occur in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Is it truly OK that I feel this sad about my last baby going off to school?&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with the REST of MY LIFE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-138866987851572528?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/138866987851572528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=138866987851572528' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/138866987851572528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/138866987851572528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-that-time-of-year.html' title='It is that TIME of YEAR'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2653554147363038811</id><published>2010-01-26T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:08:03.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Closet</title><content type='html'>I am coming out of my TV Closet. I have not gotten to watch much TV since the Kids have been born and lots of time it is only really late when I can not sleep. I started watching The Style Channel. There is this show called Clean House and thought it looked interesting. This was last year sometime. The Next Show that came on that night was called Guiliana and Bill. At first I thought that I really DID not like it. Then the next show was RUBY from SAVANNAH. It is about her weight lose journey. I was instantly drawn to it! I became addicted to HER SHOW and the HER JOURNEY. It also helped that IT WAS being TAPPED HERE IN SAVANNAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this season. I am over clean house but I do however LOVE to NOW WATCH GIULIANA and BILL. I have also become addicted to this quirky show. I really LIKE BILL. Giuliana is funny but I think I really watch the show for BILL. HE is so serious and she is so well sometimes flighty but you also KNOW she is smart. HER ASSISTANT is a ROYAL HOOT. You just have to see her assistant to understand what I mean! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also waiting for RUBY to come back on. It will soon be here! I am still very intrested in her weight loss journey. I mean GOD it is so HARD to eat healthy here in the south. Think about it...HO CAKES at Lady and Sons! Fried Shrimp on every menu and it is YUMOLICIOUS! It is a challenge and I love seeing her remarkable journey! So watch Ruby and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other shows that I love watching some are on FX but I am not coming all the way out of my TV CLOSET right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to COME OUT OF THE TV CLOSET with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT are you watching that is not typical for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week! I am off to finish reading a good book this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2653554147363038811?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2653554147363038811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2653554147363038811' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2653554147363038811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2653554147363038811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-closet.html' title='Out of the Closet'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2848547197615715631</id><published>2010-01-22T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:25:38.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Putty is it a Friend or Foe</title><content type='html'>Santa decided to leave Silly Putty in the Natives Stockings! Silly Santa! Right?&lt;br /&gt;Silly Putty is so NOT like PLAY DOH! We are a Play Doh friendly home! The Natives LOVE it and YEAH they make a mess. They have a area in the kitchen that has their craft table so the Play Doh is easy to clean up. Fast forward to the Silly Putty that they got for Christmas. THE LOVE IT. They have balled it up and IT BOUNCES! They have used Newspaper to see the print. A new found love right? Well the RULES of the SILLY PUTTY was that it was NOT to LEAVE the CRAFT TABLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO it left the CRAFT TABLE and MOMMY did NOT NOTICE! Native Two loved his SILLY PUTTY SO MUCH that apparently he FELT the NEED to take to bed with HIM. Fast forward to the MORNS MORN and Silly Putty is NOW ground into HIS favor tie FROG BLANKET! I mean you could not even PULL IT OFF! MESS MESS MESS and a VERY UPSET LITTLE NATIVE to BOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consult the powers that be (MY MOM) who is ANTI ANTI SILLY PUTTY! She said Santa was SILLY for leaving that Silly PUTTY! Mother even said look at the Name hence SILLY! Mother said to stick the blanket in the freezer and then the silly putty will harden and come right off! Well I Listened to MY MOTHER and stuff FROG BLANKET in the FREEZER and in the mean time I called my Best Friend and told her the sordid tale of my new found dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled the Froggy Blanket out of the freezer IT DID NOT COME OFF! I am standing there frustrated when the PHONE rings and it is my BFF! She informs me that she GOOGLED my DILEMMA and apparently RUBBING ALCOHOL was according to the INTERNET the answer to my situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE ENOUGH it WAS! OH people on blogs and on the Mommy Chat Boards thank you all for the RUBBING ALCOHOL advice. MOST OF ALL THANKS TO MY BEST FRIEND who took time away from HER FOUR CHILDREN to find out this information for ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing Alcohol just disintegrated the silly putty and the blanket looks just like it did before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice today: Let the kids enjoy Silly Putty. They will have FOND MEMORIES of playing with the silly putty! &lt;strong&gt;Just keep a BOTTLE OF RUBBING ALCOHOL Handy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LOVE OR HATE SILLY PUTTY?&lt;br /&gt;What are your feelings about PLAY DOH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2848547197615715631?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2848547197615715631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2848547197615715631' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2848547197615715631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2848547197615715631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-putty-is-it-friend-or-foe.html' title='Silly Putty is it a Friend or Foe'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2308437261686300734</id><published>2010-01-20T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:21:38.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMMA is the Answer</title><content type='html'>The Question was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does 27 phone messages PLUS One Taekwondo Outfit PLUS Kimchee Fermenting on my patio have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My World it means Mother in Law or My Husbands Mother...the Korean word is OMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks down like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 phone Messages on voice mail from my Korean Mother in Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Taekwondo Outfit that I received as my Christmas Gift. Did I mention I have never taken Taekwondo in my life...HMMM  Nor Do I have any place in the future or near future to take Taekwondo.  HMMM is all I got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Giant Container of Cabbage and lots of spices left to Ferment on Our Patio until she COMES BACK in A FEW WEEKS!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless! Is that the way to end the post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2308437261686300734?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2308437261686300734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2308437261686300734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2308437261686300734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2308437261686300734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/omma-is-answer.html' title='OMMA is the Answer'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-5957725062430286093</id><published>2010-01-19T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:54:24.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Riddle to Ponder</title><content type='html'>What Does 27 phone messages PLUS One Taekwondo Outfit PLUS Kimchee Fermenting on my patio have in common?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to ponder a guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-5957725062430286093?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5957725062430286093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=5957725062430286093' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5957725062430286093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/5957725062430286093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/riddle-to-ponder.html' title='A Riddle to Ponder'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-429059229583111477</id><published>2010-01-16T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:09:11.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Gave me an Idea!</title><content type='html'>I need to RENT a teenager for Cage the Elephant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-429059229583111477?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/429059229583111477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=429059229583111477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/429059229583111477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/429059229583111477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice-gave-me-idea.html' title='Alice Gave me an Idea!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-843678356957199836</id><published>2010-01-15T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:06:27.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cage the Elephant at 41</title><content type='html'>Cage the Elephant is coming to Augusta and Athens in February! I however think that I am way to old to tolerate going to one of their Concerts but I would take my Nephew if he was here and if he liked Cage the Elephant. However he has never heard of the group and If It ain't country he ain't listening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their song Ain't any Rest for the Wicked and Back Against the Wall.  They are alternative Rock and apparently a very wild show. Stages getting destoryed and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah way to Old for Cage the Elephant but I will always be young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  Do you know who this group is?  Is this something you would listen to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-843678356957199836?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/843678356957199836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=843678356957199836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/843678356957199836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/843678356957199836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/cage-elephant-at-41.html' title='Cage the Elephant at 41'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-8749886130750495620</id><published>2010-01-14T18:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:09:59.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phases of my life defined by Music</title><content type='html'>I have a playlist on my blog but just for the purpose of a few posts. The parental units have always loved music. My Mom was of the peddle pushers and SADDLE SHOES generation! My parents STROLLED! They Shagged! They danced very well together. I use to be amazed watching them dance. My parents were young when they had me. My Mom is just now 60 and I am now the ripe old age of 41. I remember my Mother cleaning the house and she would put on a 78 album on the turntable and we would rock out to Elvis. She went through a HUGE CONWAY TWITTY Phase also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many songs that will bring back a memory and it seems so many phases of my life were DEFINED BY THE MUSIC that I listened during that time. I know that is true with most of YOU out there in Blog Land too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, My Mom and I were having a conversation last week and it lead into music. She was talking about something and then it lead in to this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM: What was yours and that dumb asses song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well Mom which dumb ass would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: HMMM well you have had more than one dumb ass in your life &lt;br /&gt;(she laughs hysterically!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well who are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yours and that Barry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: AH Yeah from the movie Mannequin Nothing is going to stop us now from Jefferson Starship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: HA...you do remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Mom you are SO NOT THAT FUNNY! (ME now laughing hysterically TOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked a little bit about that particular time in my life and shared our memories and laughs for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and started compiling my playlist after that and most of it is compiled by a memory of someone in my life. From My Parents to Grandparents to ALL the boyfriends and husbands that I have had!! I have 134 songs and each contain a memory for someone or something that happened during a particular phase in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example is that Pimp Juice by Nelly was playing in the beauty parlor the day that I was getting my Hair and makeup done April 15, 2003. It was the day I married my current husband. I am not saying I am in love with that song but it takes me back to that beauty parlor in GAITLINBURG TN every time I hear it. It always tickled me that they had this rock station on when it should have been country music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is STAND BY ME! That is the SONG I picked out for MY DAD and ME to DANCE together at my first wedding in 1989! NOW every time WE HEAR STAND BY ME if my DAD is around.....WE DANCE TOGETHER! It is our OFFICIAL SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love and the First GUY to EVER KISS ME&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and well we did a little more than just kissing (HI! KENNY S) proclaimed AGAINST ALL ODDS our song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry (my high school sweetheart) and I racked up tons of songs on the list. All TEENAGER ANGST! Love, Firsts, Hate, Broken Hearts just some of the emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my First Husband and I...I hate myself for loving you by Joan Jett! NUFF SAID. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow Me is a song that MY current Husband and I sort of give each other this look about. IT is our secret look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list contains the 134 songs that have a Meaning to me! Something small to something incredibly big! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first one Hey Jude is for the NEWEST Love in my life! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was fun putting the list together and realizing how 134 songs can define the different phases of my 41 years of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you check out my playlist because it will soon be gone and want to ask me why that particular song is listed...FEEL FREE TO ASK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-8749886130750495620?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8749886130750495620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=8749886130750495620' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8749886130750495620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/8749886130750495620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-has-always-been-part-of-my-life.html' title='Phases of my life defined by Music'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-2752377346227340809</id><published>2010-01-14T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:04:40.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>1. I woke up to TWO Frozen Heating and air conditioning Units today! It is a lovely day and as I sit typing it is now 61 degrees in the House. How BALMY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guess who's Husband is not HOME? Yeah I am Solo with NO HEAT. It makes it even that much more FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How can I love listening to ROCK and then in the next minute love Country and then Oldies and then back over to some pop. I am not LOYAL to ONE Group of Music. Sorry I like IT all.  Give me Rock, Oldies, Country..I love it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Did I mention that it is now 60 degrees in my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-2752377346227340809?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2752377346227340809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=2752377346227340809' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2752377346227340809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/2752377346227340809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3473824394872846154</id><published>2010-01-11T23:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:46:28.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tybee Island'/><title type='text'>Tybee Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;I love going to Tybee when NO body is there.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you it was freezing cold and not a Soul on the beach but US.&amp;nbsp; My little Natives LOVED IT!&amp;nbsp; They ran around like crazy on the frozen sand.&amp;nbsp; WE did encounter some dead frozen JellyFish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3473824394872846154?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3473824394872846154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3473824394872846154' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3473824394872846154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3473824394872846154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/tybee-lighthouse.html' title='Tybee Lighthouse'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/S0v82lTxBKI/AAAAAAAABn4/NYP4mxcHahk/s72-c/IMG_1749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-3009970633969314073</id><published>2010-01-11T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:32:00.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To make a choice</title><content type='html'>This is about choice.&amp;nbsp; We all have to make choices in our life.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they are hard and sometimes they are not.&amp;nbsp; We choose what we are going to wear or eat.&amp;nbsp; We choose what type of car we will buy.&amp;nbsp; We choose the jobs we want to take.&amp;nbsp; We choose what type of house we want.&amp;nbsp; We choose how to decorate that house.&amp;nbsp; The bottom line is our lives are full of choices every single day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that brings me to the question of LOVE.&amp;nbsp; Everyone says we can not help who we fall in love with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is emotional and sometimes irrational.&amp;nbsp; We can not help it if we fall out of love....so people say!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you may encounter someone saying to you that they ARE NOT SURE IF THEY LOVE YOU ANYMORE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HMMM&amp;nbsp; I have a problem with that.&amp;nbsp; I have a problem with people saying that they are not sure they are STILL IN LOVE with the person they married.&amp;nbsp; I have a problem with people saying that they Have FALLEN OUT OF LOVE with somebody.&amp;nbsp; I can understand people saying that they have grown apart.&amp;nbsp; That is true in some relationships.&amp;nbsp; People do grow apart.&amp;nbsp; Some grow up and the others do not.&amp;nbsp; I think that may change your feelings about that person but the bottom line is that I FEEL that WE AS HUMANS CHOOSE to LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I said it...gasp! I think we choose not to love or to be love anymore.&amp;nbsp; Are you guys lost?&amp;nbsp; Well let me try to give you an example.&amp;nbsp; If your spouse or significant other comes to you and says I am not sure I am in love with you anymore how would that make you feel?&amp;nbsp; Ticked off right?&amp;nbsp; Oh yea!&amp;nbsp; Step back for the moment and think about it though.&amp;nbsp; They are not saying that they have fallen out of love with you but infact I think and this is JUST MY OPINION that they are CHOOSING NOT TO BE IN LOVE ANYMORE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think love is a Choice!&amp;nbsp; We choose not to be in love with a certain person anymore.&amp;nbsp; I also feel we invent rational reasons why we fall out of love with a person...like we do not like the fact that they do not put the lid on the toothpaste and after 15 years YOU JUST can not stand that anymore and so there it is the REASON you have fallen out of LOVE.&amp;nbsp; I think we need to feel this way so that we can move on.&amp;nbsp; I think we convince ourselves that we have no choice in the way we feel.&amp;nbsp; We blame it on emotions and feelings and NOT CHOICE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if somebody tells you that they are not happy anymore?&amp;nbsp; You then set out to try to make that person happy.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that what we do?&amp;nbsp; Yes we do especially if that person is your spouse.&amp;nbsp; If they are not happy we try to make that person happy.&amp;nbsp; The thing to realize is that WE can not make another person happy IF THEY DO NOT CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY.&amp;nbsp; It is their choice to be happy or not.&amp;nbsp; It is their choice to LOVE YOU OR NOT.&amp;nbsp; It is all a matter of what they choose!&amp;nbsp; Freedom of choice and free will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is love a choice?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever made a choice to stop loving someone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any thoughts on this subject at all?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-3009970633969314073?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3009970633969314073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=3009970633969314073' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3009970633969314073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/3009970633969314073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-make-choice.html' title='To make a choice'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464524188729287649.post-6468575708711952271</id><published>2010-01-10T04:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:14:20.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey Jude'/><title type='text'>Hey Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wishing I could be there today with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is one of those times in my life that I wish I lived closer to family.&amp;nbsp; Especially Today of all DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love YOU JUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464524188729287649-6468575708711952271?l=mommasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6468575708711952271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464524188729287649&amp;postID=6468575708711952271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6468575708711952271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464524188729287649/posts/default/6468575708711952271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasong.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-jude.html' title='Hey Jude'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424691714634446504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OGhwFfpmTAc/SHyeQkwgqkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N6l2R666pRk/S220/Picture+046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
