<?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-6859555655916440582</id><updated>2011-12-02T16:25:36.424-08:00</updated><category term='State Fair'/><category term='Husband Tales'/><category term='I Got Nothing'/><category term='California Adventure'/><category term='Tell Me How You Really Feel'/><category term='Professional Pictures'/><category term='Fight...Round 1'/><category term='Renaissance Festival'/><category term='Career in the Making'/><category term='Busted...Behind The Wheel'/><category term='Dear Someone'/><category term='My First Post'/><category term='Spring Swap'/><category term='MeMe'/><category term='100th Post'/><category term='Family Ties'/><category term='College'/><category term='Sex Book'/><category term='Creative writing'/><category term='NieNie'/><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Friday Follow'/><category term='Getting To Know You'/><category term='Hot Topics'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='That&apos;s What She Said'/><category term='Arizona'/><category term='My Kids'/><category term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><category term='Unavailable'/><category term='Room Makeover'/><category term='Road Trips/Travel'/><category term='Manic Monday Foo&apos;'/><category term='Friend Makin&apos; Mondays'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Story Telling...My Version'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='Things I&apos;d Like To Do'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category term='First Giveaway'/><category term='Button/Banner'/><category term='Park'/><category term='Trials Of Life'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Gettin&apos; My Sport On'/><category term='All About MEme Mondays'/><category term='Massage'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Five Question Friday'/><category term='Busy Times'/><category term='Just Talkin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Desert Rose Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3799755294457903502</id><published>2010-08-12T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:06:11.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Bully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, last year you bullied lots of girls.  You even beat one up at a bus stop.  And I've heard you've had a pretty hard life and some really bad things have happened to you.  While I wouldn't wish these things upon you, I damn well will not stand for you bullying my daughter and her friends.  Last year I gave Alyssa directions to ignore you and if you wouldn't stop to just let you know that whatever your problem was that she didn't want to be on the receiving end of it and to knock  your crap off.  You were even brave enough to throw her some dirty looks while I was there.  Well after picking up Alyssa and her group of friends from open gym the other night and them telling me that you and your friends were being really mean and calling them bitches and threatening to smash a soda can in their faces...this Mom has had enough.  You will hear from me at open gym tonight.  I've heard that you keep bullying because everyone is afraid to stand up to you.  It better come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thorny Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 4th Grade Homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Word, between a lot of homework and Taylor having some difficulties grasping what she is learning...we are quite literally doing homework from the time she gets home until it's time for bed.  Besides her snack, dinner and bath time, the rest of her evening is filled up with doing her homework and trying to comprehend it.  Less homework please, she shouldn't have to spend her whole evening stressed/working to finish and comprehend it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Exercise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you such a needy being?  I shouldn't have to visit you soooo often...really, I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilting Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-someone.html"&gt;Shortmama's Dear Someone Letters&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3799755294457903502?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3799755294457903502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-someone_12.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3799755294457903502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3799755294457903502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-someone_12.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2433780526151181279</id><published>2010-08-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:32:35.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday</title><content type='html'>~  Went for a nice walk this morning on our trail at the park.  There were a ton on bunnies and quail.  And one chipmunk.  I wanted to gather up all the cute little baby bunnies and baby quail and bring them home with me.  Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  It's still summer time, and I haven't done this in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGGKJdrSWYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/o_Ikwc5Tkxw/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGGKJdrSWYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/o_Ikwc5Tkxw/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503832114813098370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what I am thinking...I love swimming and I've not done it near as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  This is my dog Malibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGGLPGeDdCI/AAAAAAAAA-0/48_nTfzgFxA/s1600/DSCN2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGGLPGeDdCI/AAAAAAAAA-0/48_nTfzgFxA/s320/DSCN2147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503833311174423586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is looking at me like "It's.Not.Fair...Roxy is on dad's lap, and I should be on yours".  Not happening...a 67 pound 8 month old American Bulldog in NOT a lap dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Hmm, let's see, what is on my agenda today?  Nothing!  Fantastic, once again.  Now I'm off to plant myself in front of the the TV, maybe take a little siesta, maybe read a little, snack a little...maybe a little bit of everything and nothing at all.  I'm going to enjoy the rest of this week and next week before I head back to fall semester classes.  Lovin' me some ME time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2433780526151181279?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2433780526151181279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2433780526151181279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2433780526151181279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-tuesday.html' title='Random Tuesday'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGGKJdrSWYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/o_Ikwc5Tkxw/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1275173049169233642</id><published>2010-08-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:19:36.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday Foo&apos;'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday Foo'</title><content type='html'>Just another manic Monday...wish it were....today.   I know a lot of people don't like their hectic schedules that start on Mondays.  Seeing how I'm still currently a stay-at-home mom, I am lovin' Mondays at this point in time.  ALL the kids are in school...and I...I'm blarin' the music and getting my one woman party started!  I'm living it up.  Sent the kids off to the bus with hugs, kisses and well wishes for a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY'S AGENDA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance and sing and get jiggy wit' it....Done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go and buy fall semester text books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Rather be spending the money on Nickelback tickets)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get jiggy wit' it in the car to the blarin' music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Aren't you all so lucky that I DON'T know how to post video!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my agenda...pretty empty...pretty awesome to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short weekend re-cap to cap this off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went to &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama's&lt;/a&gt; house for some dinner and game playing.  We like to talk shit to each other.  And Amanda and I have very loving names for our hubby's.  Keep in mind it's loving...cause we lurv them :)  Anywho, when game playing gets competitive here is how we address our husbands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to Jason..."What are you doing bitch, quit skipping me!"&lt;br /&gt;Shortmama to Levi...ok really, I can't remember her whole sentence to him, because I was cracking up laughing when she hollered at him and called him a "shit stain".   Bwahahahaha....still cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MANIC MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1275173049169233642?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1275173049169233642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/manic-monday-foo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1275173049169233642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1275173049169233642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/manic-monday-foo.html' title='Manic Monday Foo&apos;'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5566821555580738335</id><published>2010-08-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:56:16.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Blogging,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to be back to this routine...computer, coffee, typing and music (currently playing is Boom by POD).  Sharing my life and reading up on others...nice start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Charlene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for another concert again...Nickelback is coming to town.  Lurv me a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jayce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the laughter you give out.  You really cracked us up while out shopping for clothes.   When we picked out Alyssa's school pants and then realized that one of that tags on there showed how it maximizes the butt and gives it a lift, it was just hilarious when you told her that it really does lift up her butt when she tried them on and she came out to let me make sure they were ok.  And of course when you decided to tell her that all of the other pants lift her butt up too, ya, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly Laughin' Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get used to me "embarrassing" you by going to school and taking pictures...you'll appreciate the memories when you are older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory Makin' Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-someoneor-dear-pure-evil.html"&gt;Shortmama's Dear Someone Letters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5566821555580738335?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5566821555580738335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-someone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5566821555580738335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5566821555580738335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-someone.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3011776822259886899</id><published>2010-08-04T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:47:02.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMe'/><title type='text'>Back With A Bang</title><content type='html'>I have been gone, gone, gone...but now I'm back!  Woohoo!  My kids are all back in school so now I have time to be immersed in here again.  And I'm back just in time to join this new little meme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lunaticwhimsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u202/seths_flame/Blog/Girl_13_by_mashi-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hosted by &lt;a href="http://lunaticwhimsy.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-hump-day-bloggers-come-see-my.html"&gt;MissC @ Life As I See It&lt;/a&gt;...and co-hosted by &lt;a href="http://the-lunatic-cafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Lunatic Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.boobiesbabiesandablog.com/2010/08/naughty-list.html"&gt;Babies Boobies &amp;amp; A Blog&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://naughtymommyreviews.blogspot.com/2010/08/naughty-list.html"&gt;Naughty Mommy Reviews &amp;amp; Junk&lt;/a&gt;.  Here is a description of the meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meme is &lt;b&gt;THE NAUGHTY LIST!&lt;/b&gt; I want each of you to write 3 things that you have done that made you feel naughty! It can be from years ago or minutes ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DESERT ROSE'S NAUGHTY LIST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.   I spent a lot of my youth running around nude.  At the lake, through the streets, out in the AZ desert.  I may have meant to be a nudist...having kids has changed that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I used to work as an emergency dispatcher.  One time my co-worker and I took a ride in the back of our officer friend's police vehicle for a small joy ride around the downtown buildings in phx.  We were hollering out of the windows that the officer was taking us to jail just cause we were making out in the park.  Gave the homeless people that were out and about a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If my hubby is talking about something that I may not particularly care about I flash him so he will possibly lose track of what he is talking about and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anywho, I'm glad to be back and can't wait to see what I've been missing out on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3011776822259886899?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3011776822259886899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-with-bang.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3011776822259886899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3011776822259886899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-with-bang.html' title='Back With A Bang'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u202/seths_flame/Blog/th_Girl_13_by_mashi-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1453307875115920193</id><published>2010-06-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:17:45.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Back From MIA...Possibly</title><content type='html'>I've been missing in action for over a month now, but I'm back, at least for the moment.  I've been out enjoying my life outside of the computer/blogosphere.  I'll share a few of the things that we've been out enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy graduated kindergarten.  Proud of the wonderful job he did in his first year of school, but not so sure I want him to be out of kindergarten.  He ended with mainly Excellent's and some Satisfactory's.    This is Jayce on graduation day with his awesome teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTaxQ8hIOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8BJqgoUdhWg/s1600/DSCN1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTaxQ8hIOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8BJqgoUdhWg/s320/DSCN1473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486750785941348578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next year he'll hit the big time for 1st grade, Taylor will be in 4th, and Alyssa will be in her very last year of Jr. High, 8th grade.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husbands two oldest kids came out for a week's visit.  While they were here we took them to Knott's Berry Farm and the beach in California.  We had a wonderful time...minus freezing our asses off at the beach in the morning.  My hubby is the only one who enjoyed it regardless of the frigid temp and water.  But once the temps rose in the afternoon then we all enjoyed it.  Seriously...when Ryan got out of the water in the morning HE WAS PURPLE.  Mmm hmm...purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, Siara and I....our LOVELY 2 hour wait for Knott's Berry to open since Miss Siara woke us up at the crack of OMG because she wanted to get going...that and she's an early to rise girl to begin with...which kind of clashes with a "don't you dare wake me" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdIJxUFqI/AAAAAAAAA70/pLGvNLO90M0/s1600/DSCN1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdIJxUFqI/AAAAAAAAA70/pLGvNLO90M0/s320/DSCN1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486753378175555234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ran into some hot fellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdImel_II/AAAAAAAAA78/Z2cY1nTkNHc/s1600/DSCN1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdImel_II/AAAAAAAAA78/Z2cY1nTkNHc/s320/DSCN1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486753385881664642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan was just overjoyed that snoopy stopped by for a visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdJF0Jv_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/fMRVNeywOlw/s1600/DSCN1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdJF0Jv_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/fMRVNeywOlw/s320/DSCN1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486753394293587954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTjw0P-zQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GzF8imLK2os/s1600/DSCN1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTjw0P-zQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GzF8imLK2os/s320/DSCN1847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486760673843006722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTjyIsx6-I/AAAAAAAAA90/vd2ooKXsF-4/s1600/DSCN1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTjyIsx6-I/AAAAAAAAA90/vd2ooKXsF-4/s320/DSCN1850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486760696512375778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTjyZGTIGI/AAAAAAAAA98/LI0JZsgm5-M/s1600/DSCN1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTjyZGTIGI/AAAAAAAAA98/LI0JZsgm5-M/s320/DSCN1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486760700914376802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my crazy family in the freezing waters of Newport Beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdJiMD6pI/AAAAAAAAA8M/I4GQSfgKUzw/s1600/DSCN1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTdJiMD6pI/AAAAAAAAA8M/I4GQSfgKUzw/s320/DSCN1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486753401910061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siara, Ryan and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTe7tnRKOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/u0HKrIFMlFo/s1600/DSCN1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTe7tnRKOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/u0HKrIFMlFo/s320/DSCN1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486755363482052834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering if this sea urchin will poison me or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTe79k-WLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/UYdAJ99oOe8/s1600/DSCN1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTe79k-WLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/UYdAJ99oOe8/s320/DSCN1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486755367767398578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I catching a wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTe8upWbRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xba56B85fbU/s1600/DSCN1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTe8upWbRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xba56B85fbU/s320/DSCN1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486755380939091218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTgFStuBbI/AAAAAAAAA80/I-estadkk9Y/s1600/DSCN1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTgFStuBbI/AAAAAAAAA80/I-estadkk9Y/s320/DSCN1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486756627571672498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTgF80pwzI/AAAAAAAAA88/JDwM7hY2hSU/s1600/DSCN1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTgF80pwzI/AAAAAAAAA88/JDwM7hY2hSU/s320/DSCN1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486756638875042610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out on a ranger/quad ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up front is Grandma Sheryl and Jayce, in the back is Alyssa, Siara and Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiITwJanI/AAAAAAAAA9M/UheX5dbcj1I/s1600/DSCN1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiITwJanI/AAAAAAAAA9M/UheX5dbcj1I/s320/DSCN1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486758878413154930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my hubby and Ryan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiJymzl4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/vWpAYhAS5NU/s1600/DSCN1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiJymzl4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/vWpAYhAS5NU/s320/DSCN1805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486758903875344258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiJL2TymI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Wv5SM--zPLI/s1600/DSCN1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiJL2TymI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Wv5SM--zPLI/s320/DSCN1837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486758893471386210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I vwant to bite you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiI9V8HiI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Oscfx4NQG08/s1600/DSCN1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTiI9V8HiI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Oscfx4NQG08/s320/DSCN1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486758889577520674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've done some swimming...but I'll save that for another time.  Hope everyone is enjoying their summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1453307875115920193?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1453307875115920193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-miapossibly.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1453307875115920193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1453307875115920193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-miapossibly.html' title='Back From MIA...Possibly'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TCTaxQ8hIOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8BJqgoUdhWg/s72-c/DSCN1473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8690687997202926914</id><published>2010-05-12T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:26:02.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Talkin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Whew...I Think I Need A Nap</title><content type='html'>I've been gone recently.  Not the I've left the house kind of gone.  The "my head has done a face plant into my books" kind of gone.  This is the last week of class for this semester, and I've been studying away.  Today was my last day of math class...I could dance a nekked jig, it makes me that happy.  And tomorrow is my last day of psychology class.  Looking forward to my break before the fall semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantabulous Mother's Day.  Hoping all the rest of you Momma's did too.  My kids all gave me cards.  And we hung out.  My hubby made a wonderful dinner.  And then we went to home depot for my pick in a Mother's Day present....new house paint.  Got a few things to fix some cracks in our stucco, and then chose a darker color for our house than what we currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before Mother's Day, my husband and I got to go and hang out with Shortmama and her hubby for the night.  Kid Free.  Ya, that was fantabulous too.  We first started out at a steakhouse for dinner.  Mmm mmm good.  Then we ended up at one bar.  But that one was a little dead and noisy.  Noisy since there was a band playing in a very small enclosed area.  Decided it was worth screaming to hear each other talking.  So off to another bar we went.  We had so much fun, and took some great pictures that we'll remember forevah, and laugh at forevah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shorty and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL9K2lkqI/AAAAAAAAA60/HMrh39EuM5s/s1600/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL9K2lkqI/AAAAAAAAA60/HMrh39EuM5s/s320/DSCN1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479317884834466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty striking a pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL9mhRFmI/AAAAAAAAA68/jIywPozSzDU/s1600/DSCN1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL9mhRFmI/AAAAAAAAA68/jIywPozSzDU/s320/DSCN1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479325311604322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL-PX0WsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/akIlkVazY6Y/s1600/DSCN1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL-PX0WsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/akIlkVazY6Y/s320/DSCN1307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479336277826242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic of my hubby, it's very clear.  It's so clear you can completely see how two-toned he is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMguJV5yI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jMMFTcZCWYM/s1600/DSCN1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMguJV5yI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jMMFTcZCWYM/s320/DSCN1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479928654161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty and her hubby Levi...Looks like Levi is passed out, but upon closer inspection you will see that he is cracking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMhPlEYkI/AAAAAAAAA7U/uCGJdxMv79c/s1600/DSCN1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMhPlEYkI/AAAAAAAAA7U/uCGJdxMv79c/s320/DSCN1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479937628824130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this my friends is what happens when I start feeling a little tipsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMhbZicXI/AAAAAAAAA7c/WnXMBltvRT8/s1600/DSCN1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMhbZicXI/AAAAAAAAA7c/WnXMBltvRT8/s320/DSCN1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479940801687922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this my friends is my happy/embarrassed hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMhw2g1OI/AAAAAAAAA7k/En8ywGIpR8Y/s1600/DSCN1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sMhw2g1OI/AAAAAAAAA7k/En8ywGIpR8Y/s320/DSCN1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479946560361698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time that night...can't wait to do it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8690687997202926914?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8690687997202926914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/whewi-think-i-need-nap.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8690687997202926914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8690687997202926914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/whewi-think-i-need-nap.html' title='Whew...I Think I Need A Nap'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S-sL9K2lkqI/AAAAAAAAA60/HMrh39EuM5s/s72-c/DSCN1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8772231593400919914</id><published>2010-04-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:09:01.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>Night At The Daughtry Concert</title><content type='html'>Last night my friend Charlene and I had a great time at the Daughtry concert.  I enjoyed the whole show, even though I didn't know a couple of the songs.  I think we were just happy to be owwwwt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cavo was the opening act, and then Lifehouse was next, and then the main event was Daughtry.  At one point in time Daughtry and Lifehouse were on stage together.  We just had a great time there.  We danced, we sang along, were crazy women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got there we went to the souvenir stand first.  Had to get that stuff before it got too packed.  I bought a Daughtry T-Shirt and their tour book.  Charlene got herself a keychain.  Next up was a food stop for some pretzels, and then the Margarita stand.  I asked for a keg, but they didn't supply!  Hmph!  Charlene bought herself some almond and pecans roasted in something that smelled yummy.  Let me tell ya, she protected those nuts!  First she tucked her nuts safely in her pocket and kept making sure she didn't lose them.  She was nice enough to see if I wanted some of her nuts though.  And in the end, she forgot her nuts under the chair when we left.  Awww nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, climbing outta the gutter now!  We didn't get too many pictures since all the lights in there kind of make things blurry.  But we got a couple of good shots.  We even took pictures of our stop at Jack in the Box on the way home!  I just couldn't pass up a comical moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is when we first got seated...you see Charlene?...she's eating the, um, nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTARViWKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/X-GyaFTN1_U/s1600/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTARViWKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/X-GyaFTN1_U/s320/DSCN1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465772361886357666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are still waiting, so we had the girls sitting next to us snap a pic of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTVzrO2MI/AAAAAAAAA58/g-7WbBvQ6uc/s1600/DSCN1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTVzrO2MI/AAAAAAAAA58/g-7WbBvQ6uc/s320/DSCN1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465772731881412802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too good quality of a pic here, but this is when Daughtry and Lifehouse were both on stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTWIn22AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PUh4lBb8EOg/s1600/DSCN1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTWIn22AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PUh4lBb8EOg/s320/DSCN1213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465772737504401410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the guy in the white shirt and then the guy standing to the left of him?, that is the drummer and one of the guitar players for Cavo...they were standing not far from us watching Lifehouse up on stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTBeP5BuI/AAAAAAAAA50/-TxDTRBzyKI/s1600/DSCN1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTBeP5BuI/AAAAAAAAA50/-TxDTRBzyKI/s320/DSCN1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465772382532208354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a little, ok maybe a lot, blurry, but I was dancing and having a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTW8FLPtI/AAAAAAAAA6M/CDzSGB_pjWY/s1600/DSCN1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTW8FLPtI/AAAAAAAAA6M/CDzSGB_pjWY/s320/DSCN1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465772751317581522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was outside after the show.  It was windy as heck, so I was fighting back so I wouldn't get blown over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTqjTLgaI/AAAAAAAAA6U/G-oRwDETNTA/s1600/DSCN1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTqjTLgaI/AAAAAAAAA6U/G-oRwDETNTA/s320/DSCN1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465773088262816162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...this is how windy it was outside!  Charlene's hair was EVERYWHERE like she was rockin' out or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTsFVxc5I/AAAAAAAAA6c/bO6aZTEDdUM/s1600/DSCN1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTsFVxc5I/AAAAAAAAA6c/bO6aZTEDdUM/s320/DSCN1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465773114580366226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here we were in the drive through at Jack in the Box.  I couldn't resist this opportunity.  I was digging out my money and happened to look over there and see the pic of Jack in the car looking over and smiling.  So I told Charlene to grab the camera and take a pic for proof that Jack was checkin' us out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTskWcyUI/AAAAAAAAA6k/6c9J3nIejtM/s1600/DSCN1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTskWcyUI/AAAAAAAAA6k/6c9J3nIejtM/s320/DSCN1223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465773122904705346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here was Charlene sipping on her chocolate shake...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTtPXE2kI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6zFY9aYT54I/s1600/DSCN1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTtPXE2kI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6zFY9aYT54I/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465773134450055746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh ya, I almost forgot.  After the concert was over, we left the seating area and were walking down the hallway towards our exit.  Well Charlene wanted to go back into the seating area closer to the stage to get a better view of the set up.  So we walked back in to the curtains and were watching the crew take everything down.  I was just standing there for a little bit, so I went to turn to tell her something.  And she wasn't there.  Instead, there was a whole group of security right behind me, and I literally mean that one of them was right behind me with his face close to my back.  Ya, a little startled!  I'm pretty sure I said something along the lines of "ahhhhhhhhh"!  Anyways, he told me I have a wicked tattoo on my back.  Creep...scared the crap outta me.  Personal space issues!  I found Charlene on the other side of the curtain...whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had lots of fun...can't wait for the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8772231593400919914?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8772231593400919914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-at-daughtry-concert.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8772231593400919914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8772231593400919914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-at-daughtry-concert.html' title='Night At The Daughtry Concert'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S9pTARViWKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/X-GyaFTN1_U/s72-c/DSCN1184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-913948497199489495</id><published>2010-04-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:12:45.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>Concert Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Woooo to the freakin' Hoooooooo!!!  The day has finally arrived!  I get to go and see the Daughtry/Lifehouse/Cavo Concert in 5 hours!  Actually, 5 1/2, but who's counting right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a speck of comedy when it comes to concert days.  Most of the time it's like rush, rush, rush to make sure everything is done so you can get out of the door in time.  So here is a peek into today's scenario.  Get up, get kids ready for school and ship their bootay's outta the door, finish getting dressed, head out to breakfast with my hubby whom I luvy, sit at the restaurant with him and talk crap about the junkies driving a truck about 40 mph on the freeway, leave the restaurant and part ways with the hubby, head off to math class, cram new information in, leave and head to a store to see if I can find a cute outfit, decide not to go to the bank cause I'll just hit up an ATM to get some money to take to the concert, stop at the gas station on the way home to get some gas and go through the drive through car wash, have to wait cause some painters are blocking the path into the car wash so decide to go to Mcdonald's for some lunch, head back to the carwash, watch some worker get sprayed by the car wash cause he's at the end on a ladder painting something all while I'm sitting in my car eating my hamburger and fries, leave and head home, stop at the little store in town first to withdraw money from the ATM,  ATM IS OUT OF MONEY, stop and check mail, head home.  Quick trip on here to do my post, have to look over my board packet some more for a meeting tomorrow at the fire station, would like to fit in some exercise, and then a shower.  Kids will be home and wreaking havoc at about 3:30, will have to make them some dinner and do their homework, get their baths going, chores.  And then I will have to make it out the door at 5:45 to go and pick up my friend Charlene so we can head out like the excited crazy women that we are.  WHEW....wonder if I can fit a nap in there somewhere...nope, too busy thinking of where I need to stop and withdraw some mula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I still have to paint my nails too, and......ugh!  Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-913948497199489495?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/913948497199489495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/913948497199489495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/913948497199489495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert-day.html' title='Concert Day!!!'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2224803076527201633</id><published>2010-04-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:46:38.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>~This morning started out with a bang.  As in, me banging out the front door to the sound of a trash truck coming.  Ya, cause I realized that my hubby didn't drag out the trash for pick up today...it was a deja vu moment of last week.  Except last week it didn't get picked up cause I thought he had it out.  Soooo, I had to end up calling for a Friday pick up for last week, in which I got a little ticked at the trash company.  I called for them to pick up on Friday since I missed it that Tuesday, so the lady puts me on hold for a second, and then she comes back on the line and says "well, you have two options".  I was already thinking to myself that this was going to be good...you know, the sarcastic kind of good.  So she tells me that I can either wait until pick up next Tuesday, which is today.   Um, stop the presses please.  I'm pretty sure I called because I NEED the garbage to be emptied.  The can was full.  I'm thinking I wouldn't have called if I could've waited until next week.  So then she says the other option is that they could pick it up Friday but they would have to charge me an extra $15 since they have to go so far out of their way.  Ok, STOP the presses.  I was silent for a few seconds and then I let out a little laugh.  I asked her what she meant by "so far out of the way".  She said since Friday's are pick up for the opposite side of town that they have to go out of their way to come and get mine.  I THEN proceeded to remind her that this is a VERY small town and that it takes approximately 1 minute to get from my house to the "other" side of town.  Get real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm so excited that tomorrow night my friend Charlene and I get to go to the Daughtry/Lifehouse/Cavo Concert!  I'm so wishing we were allowed to take cameras.  The no camera rule is jacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I think &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; MIGHT put up some pics today of our night over there the other night.  You know the one I talked about yesterday, the story of her being hopped up on Benadryl?  And the silly things she did?  Not sure if she'll do it or not, cause her post for the day isn't up yet.  But I'll link her name to her blog so you all can check in and see if she does post the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2224803076527201633?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2224803076527201633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts_27.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2224803076527201633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2224803076527201633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts_27.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5545632977267001103</id><published>2010-04-26T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:17:01.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Talkin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Summer's A'Comin'</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I am pretty excited that I only have 4 more days of math class and either 4 or 5 days of psychology class left.  Then out for the summer.  I have been enjoying attending classes again, even if it's only a little with the math class :)   I'm taking the summer off so I can have a break and so I don't have to have others watch the kids for me.  Fall semester I will be back at it taking another math class and an english class.  I also have to say that I will miss my cussing classmate in math this semester.  She kept things, um, lively to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess on Memorial Day weekend we as a family are going on a camping trip with some of our neighbors and a whole slew of other people.  I don't know who all is going.  So I'm partly excited and partly ancy.  Maybe I can get Shortmama and her family conned in to going with us!  Hint, hint shorty....cause I know you are reading this!  So that's a good thing to do for the start of our summer events.  My hubby's two older kids will be out here for a week during the summer, so we'll do lots of water stuff and possibly camping while they are out here.  And then we also hope to take a week's vacation sometime while the kids are out of school also.  The beach...ya, the beach sounds good!  Guess we'll have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...almost forgot...this past weekend we went to &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama's&lt;/a&gt; house for dinner.  We kind of invited ourselves and then called them to "ask" if we could come over.  Ya, that's how we do things around here.  So anyways, we tried a new drink while we were there.  And then we were playing cards and Amanda's allergies started bothering her.  So she took 2 Benadryl.  Mmm hmm.  Give me two of those things and I'm knocked out....give Shorty two of those things and sit back for the show people!  I wish I had the pics to show you, but unfortunately, they are all on her blackberry.  Girl was laughing up a storm, making silly faces and cracking us the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5545632977267001103?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5545632977267001103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/summers-acomin.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5545632977267001103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5545632977267001103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/summers-acomin.html' title='Summer&apos;s A&apos;Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7779899538762779672</id><published>2010-04-23T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:18:31.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Ties'/><title type='text'>My Little Cussing Granny</title><content type='html'>You know, I've always heard that as people age, some tend to not care anymore about certain things.  We'll take my granny for instance.  My little granny has been a church-goer for the majority of her life.  They now don't attend, but it's only due to the corruptions that they have seen in the church's.  So now granny and grandpa keep up with their beliefs at home.  Now that said, granny has never really been one to cuss.  Mmm mmm.  Not her.  As far as I can remember, granny never used to cuss as I was growing up, and my grandparents are the ones that raised me.  I have only one memory of her uttering a cuss word, and that is when she told me to go and change my shorts cause my ass was hanging out.  Ah, good memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, today my granny and I spent the day out eating and shopping.  Well on the way home we were talking about poo.  Literally.  I know, you're welcome for the information.  But anypoo, my granny also shares things that she never would utter a word of before.  And I'm only mentioning it here, cause well, she happens to share this same info with people she runs into at the grocery store.  I know, they are welcome for the information too.  So it happens to be that she's a little stopped up and she's not "going" like she should.  So, I decided to be a smartass and tell her "sorry to tell you granny, but I think you are full of poop".  In which she responded "well I always heard it told as being full of shit".   Ya, I just cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand have a tendency to cuss too often....but shhhhh!  Don't tell granny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7779899538762779672?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7779899538762779672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-little-cussing-granny.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7779899538762779672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7779899538762779672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-little-cussing-granny.html' title='My Little Cussing Granny'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8469323225463786111</id><published>2010-04-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:30:49.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go make some coffee and then come back and do this post.  I need a wake up kick in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two dogs for sale...they make for good alarm clocks at about 5 a.m. each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who isn't in need of an early wake up call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad you are finally fixed and re-upholstered.  Can't wait for the weather to get a bit warmer so we can get out on the lake again and enjoy boating and being pulled on the tube.  And throwing Jason off the tube.  And listening to little Jayce tell us to pull him faster on the tube.  And watching the girls do crazy jumps off of you.  Oh ya, I like it all except for having to slather with the kids SPF 70 sunscreen, cause it's the only thing that works in preventing me from turning in to a lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water lovin' Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Weather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ya, I was kind of liking the tank top, flip flop weather.  And now you're being evil with cooler temps and rain.  I don't mind the rain, but really, do you have to be so cold hearted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilly Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-someone_21.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+FamilyOfShorts+%28Family+of+Shorts%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to participate in Dear Someone Letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8469323225463786111?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8469323225463786111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-someone.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8469323225463786111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8469323225463786111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-someone.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1610550345481035758</id><published>2010-04-20T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:38:10.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>~I was going to start this off by talking about my day yesterday.  But I have to mention this mornings events first.  It's a bit hairy you see.  As in, a little less hair.  My 13-year-old chopped.her.hair.off.last.night.    She comes to me this morning and tells me that she was trying to cut the tag off of her pajama top and that she ended up getting her hair too, so then she just finished cutting the rest.  Her hair used to be, um, maybe 4-5 inches past her shoulders.  Now it's at her shoulders.  I don't know how she got it so straight.  It's seriously pretty straight minus a few long single pieces here and there.  You see, she's done this once before, but that was when she was in kindergarten.  She gave herself a mullet that time.  Ya, it was great.  She may have really accidentally cut it when cutting the tag, but I'm not so sure that I'm buying that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Now about yesterday's events.  My day started out normally.  I dropped my granny off at the superwalmart on my way to my math class.  After class I went and picked her up from her shopping and we made a pit stop at Taco Bell drive through for some lunch.  It's only about a 13 minute drive from the Taco Bell to our home.  Well...we didn't quite make it home.  You see, sometimes I feel like I am going to pass out.  Sometimes this happens when I am driving.  I can tell you each time it scares the crap outta me.  So anyways, I had to pull over and get off of the freeway.  Usually when this happens, I pull over and sit there for a minute and the feeling passes and I can continue on.  Well a couple of years ago I went to the doctor about it and I went through a test to find out that I'm hypoglycemic.  That means my blood sugar drops too low, which causes shakiness, feeling faint, and not being able to think as clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this time it wasn't going away like before.  It would start to go away and then it would come back.  So I don't remember everything too clearly, but I know that I called my husband, luckily he was still home.  I was going to have &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; go and pick him up and drop him off where we were so he could finish driving us home.  But the imminent feeling of  passing out kept coming back, so I ended up calling for the ambulance instead.  I luckily never did pass out...thank goodness, cause let me tell ya, I don't really get sick and I hate this passing out feeling, all I could think was I don't wanna die.  Ya, passing out makes me think that.  But, this episode seems to be a mystery.  My vitals were fine.  My tests at the hospital all came back normal.  So the doctor there doesn't know what caused it.  My sugar levels in the ambulance tested at 80, and at the hospital they were 91.  So the nurse is wondering if my sugar crashed and then my body compensated for it and started bringing the levels up.  I don't really know.  I just know I'd like an answer, cause frankly that stuff scares the shit outta me.  And I don't get scared easily....unless it's passing out or spiders.  So now I have to do a follow-up appointment with my family physician.  I'm hoping to figure it all out, cause I'd like these episodes to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1610550345481035758?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1610550345481035758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts_20.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1610550345481035758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1610550345481035758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts_20.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6774819777366135385</id><published>2010-04-15T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:57:19.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Talkin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Heeellllllooooo, Is Anyone Out There?</title><content type='html'>I'm sore.  I'm just sayin'.  Aren't you happy to know?  I've done the Jillian 30 Day Shred 2 nights in a row now.  And I'm sore.  I haven't done it in a while, so I figured I better get motivated again.  Gotta keep it up ya know, can't let the high cholesterol kick my butt without me kicking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there heard of P90x?  Well, I happen to know that that is the work out that P!NK uses.  And she's pretty fit.  Ok, so I don't want to be all ripped, but some definition would be great.  So, my hubby and I decided that we are going to buy the dvd's and get our selves in gear.  He asked me if I would really use it.  Pshaw...(here comes my valley girl accent) like, I've totally been doing the dvd's that I already have from Jillian and Denise Austin (maybe not so recent) and he has been doing just what?!  Um, none of it!  Not that he really needs to though.  Geez, men never need to really.  They can just think about being fit, and bam, it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anysore, anyone out there have any experience yet with the P90x?  Let me know what you think.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6774819777366135385?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6774819777366135385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/heeellllllooooo-is-anyone-out-there.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6774819777366135385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6774819777366135385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/heeellllllooooo-is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Heeellllllooooo, Is Anyone Out There?'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-4063352894258193463</id><published>2010-04-14T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:04:57.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Swap'/><title type='text'>Um, Creepy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-time-to-swap.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="shortmama" src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/ashortmama/Cartoon_Spring_clip_art_medium1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today I received my swap package from &lt;a href="http://4livinginfrance.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-jealous-you-should-be.html"&gt;Mimi @ Living In France&lt;/a&gt;.  This was the swap hosted by &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-time-to-swap.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, that's not creepy you say?  Well, let me explain a lil' something to ya.  We sent each other some of the same.damn.things!  That's what makes it creepy!  So here are the awesome things that I received from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this first picture all the way on the left, she sent me something to hang on my wall.  She heard from a little birdie, namely Shortmama, what my living room theme is.  So thanks Mimi!  My living room walls will be a little less lonely now.   In the middle is a cute little tote bag with some flowers on it, it will be great for my books.  And then on the right is a cute little towel with a little spring chick on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8ZjRyDdcuI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2Omh6g3_fKo/s1600/DSCN1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8ZjRyDdcuI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2Omh6g3_fKo/s400/DSCN1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460160755378516706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now here's where things are a little creepy, cause I sent her some of these same things.  On the top left is an awesome Ed Hardy travel mug.  To the right of that is a sheet of cute spring tattoos for my kids, cause she know that I have some tats.  To the right of that is a pair of purple flip flops, and on top of them is a bottle of purple nail polish.  And all the way on the right is a bottle of, you guessed it, purple nail polish remover.  I love me some purple!  She found that out from that little birdie too.  Ok, moving on now.  In the middle is a box of jelly beans, and just below that are some purple peeps.  Mmm, sugar sugar!  I LURV me some peeps!  And to the right of some peeps is a book by Meg Cabot called Queen of Babble.  You tryin' to say something Mimi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8ZjRX5mcdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/a-hyA8Ou5uI/s1600/DSCN1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8ZjRX5mcdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/a-hyA8Ou5uI/s400/DSCN1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460160748357841362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the awesome loot that I received from Mimi....so Thank You Mimi!!!  I had fun shopping for you, and I love what you sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-4063352894258193463?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4063352894258193463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-creepy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4063352894258193463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4063352894258193463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-creepy.html' title='Um, Creepy!'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8ZjRyDdcuI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2Omh6g3_fKo/s72-c/DSCN1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-583672533839147153</id><published>2010-04-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:09:58.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>~I swear I can't go anywhere for any amount of time without something going haywire.  I was at a funeral yesterday, and noticed I had missed 2 calls from the school.  So I call my friend &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama &lt;/a&gt;to see if she could go and pick up my son, cause the messages said that he had a migraine.  The lady who called sounded a little short when she left the 2nd message asking for us to come and pick him up.  I didn't even call the school at this time since I had already gotten confirmation from my friend that she could pick him up, she was originally going to pick them up after school anyways.  So anypissedoff, I find out later on why they didn't call anyone else on the call list to pick him up....cause they stated there wasn't anyone besides me and my husband on the call list for him.   Mmmkay, BS.  I've got 3 kids there, they all have the same people on the call list, except my oldest has a few more on hers.  So they actually had to ask my OLDEST daughter what to do!  It took a 13 year old to tell them to look on her younger sister's list, cause they have the same list.  And what do you know, they found out who to call.  But I mean really, everyone knows everyone in this small town, and they know already how Shortmama and my grandma are the ones to get them.   So in the midst of all this, my little boy had to sit at school with a terrible headache, they did reach my grandmother to go and get him.  So Shortmama ended up going to the school for nothing.  Ok, rant over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm so excited, there's just over 2 weeks until my friend Charlene and I go to the Daughtry concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm also excited to receive my swap package from &lt;a href="http://4livinginfrance.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-jealous-you-should-be.html"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt; and for her to receive the one I sent off to her.  Come on snail mail!  Holy hellbilly, I just clicked on Mimi's blog so I could link her name....and she's already posted the stuff she's received from me!  That's it...Imma go park my booty at the post office and protest for faster service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We're getting a pretty good tax refund this year, I think I fell in love with our tax person because of it.  So we each get some play money along with money for savings and paying things off.  Hmm, what to do with mine.  Maybe put it towards lots of concerts, maybe some comedy shows...Cheech and Chong are coming to town....that ought to be interesting.  Oh there's so many things to think about using it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-583672533839147153?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/583672533839147153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/583672533839147153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/583672533839147153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5297266540199542497</id><published>2010-04-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:51:50.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Ties'/><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>On April 9th the family suffered the loss of one of my husband's grandfathers.  In the short amount of years that I have gotten to know him, I can truly say that I loved that man.  He was always so kind and spunky, very accepting and loving.  He was that way up until his last day.  I can't even express how wonderful he was.  He will be missed by so many.  Two of his adult granddaughter's wrote a letter about him, expressing what a wonderful and loving grandfather he has always been and how he from the start always treated them as family.  You see, he wasn't their original grandfather.  Their original grandfather passed away many, many years ago.  And when Gerald stepped in, he accepted them and treated them as family right from the start.  His granddaughter was very strong as she stood up there and read this.  I think he left a loving mark on everyone he touched, as I can say I feel the same she did even though I was married in to the family, he was always very loving and welcoming, and boy could he make you smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8Pb5kfFs8I/AAAAAAAAA48/iVP3LVfCpmo/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8Pb5kfFs8I/AAAAAAAAA48/iVP3LVfCpmo/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448955396273090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5297266540199542497?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5297266540199542497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-loving-memory.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5297266540199542497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5297266540199542497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S8Pb5kfFs8I/AAAAAAAAA48/iVP3LVfCpmo/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7303234696765714820</id><published>2010-04-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:42:39.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>~I got a 91 on my last Psych test in class.  I've been getting A's and B's in there.  Wish I could say the same for my math class, been getting A's, B's and C's...and a whole lot of cursing...in math class.  Cause damn it, it pisses me off when I can't figure something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It was really funny in &lt;s&gt;band camp&lt;/s&gt; math class the other day.  The instructor was talking about graphs.  She used her APS graph as an example.  Then the subject went to a competition on her block to get the lowest APS bill.  She said she keeps it about 83 degrees in her house.  So one of the other students said "you guys must go through a lot of deodorant".   We all busted up laughing, including the instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I hate laundry.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Look...I'm a mom.  I know.  News flash here.  Buuuuuut....my son...oh, my son.  I love him to pieces, but that boy sure can get on my last nerve.  It takes him FOREVER to get what he's asked to do done.  Pick up toys. Pick up toys...1/2 hour later he's finally done.  Get pajamas on and go to the bathroom and brush teeth...another 1/2 hour.  FOREVER.  Frustratingly FOREVER.  By now my nerves is bad.  They are frazzled.  They are short circuiting.  Bzzzzzp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7303234696765714820?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7303234696765714820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-tuesday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7303234696765714820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7303234696765714820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1474474380657660984</id><published>2010-04-05T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:56:54.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Our Easter</title><content type='html'>We spent Easter morning relaxing, and then in the early afternoon the kids hunted for their eggs.  After that, we took a ranger ride out into the mountains and let the kids play in the river again.  We'd live in the/by the/at the river if we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a call from my dad.  He called me a few weeks back telling me of some medical problems he was going through, and he called to let me know that he also found out that his liver is hardening.  Sclerosis of the liver.  My father is homeless, has deep depression.  Been this way for 10+ years.  It is hard to hear this about him, but I knew one day it would come down to this as he turns to alcohol for his comfort.  I can't say I really get it, I just know I have always wished things to be different.  I do love him and can't stand to see his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is a snapshot or a few of our day at the river....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2laP1S9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/jnIZcBCKTcc/s1600/DSCN1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2laP1S9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/jnIZcBCKTcc/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456804283585743826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa thought the water was going to help her float down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2lBbf10I/AAAAAAAAA4M/oM5iGs52Ngw/s1600/DSCN1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2lBbf10I/AAAAAAAAA4M/oM5iGs52Ngw/s320/DSCN1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456804276923782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor burying herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2mS36V0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/uFqT9XzfvUc/s1600/DSCN1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2mS36V0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/uFqT9XzfvUc/s320/DSCN1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456804298786232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Jayce wading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p3oYWelaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/bdHdh4o78jE/s1600/DSCN1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p3oYWelaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/bdHdh4o78jE/s320/DSCN1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456805434127979938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promised Jason I wouldn't post the funny pic of him, so I had to settle for this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2l10bbVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Rg1e4jeiwps/s1600/DSCN1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2l10bbVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Rg1e4jeiwps/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456804290986995026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And see, I was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p3oilj_cI/AAAAAAAAA40/OcXG1WagJCc/s1600/DSCN1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p3oilj_cI/AAAAAAAAA40/OcXG1WagJCc/s320/DSCN1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456805436875603394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1474474380657660984?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1474474380657660984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-easter.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1474474380657660984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1474474380657660984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-easter.html' title='Our Easter'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7p2laP1S9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/jnIZcBCKTcc/s72-c/DSCN1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5000528945361923832</id><published>2010-04-01T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:08:38.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Water Babies</title><content type='html'>So life has been happening, and I haven't posted in a couple of days, but I am now back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my kids to the river the other day, and they had a good time splashing around.  I on the other hand stayed on the sidelines and didn't join in on the fun, other than the fun of watching them be crazy.  I injured my big toe back in February...it takes me forever to heal...and the toe nail is falling.off.  It looks beautiful.  So I didn't get in the water cause I didn't want any germs making their way in and end up with an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the kids having a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7TduG4RiXI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BjIUU0hvgPE/s1600/DSCN1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7TduG4RiXI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BjIUU0hvgPE/s320/DSCN1023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455228832842877298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7TdtpdGV5I/AAAAAAAAA3c/g4J12o9sX60/s1600/DSCN1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7TdtpdGV5I/AAAAAAAAA3c/g4J12o9sX60/s320/DSCN1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455228824944269202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tdut1QpuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/41EZROR4Gq4/s1600/DSCN1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tdut1QpuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/41EZROR4Gq4/s320/DSCN1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455228843299219170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tfzvbs3YI/AAAAAAAAA30/mnIvn026PQ4/s1600/DSCN1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tfzvbs3YI/AAAAAAAAA30/mnIvn026PQ4/s320/DSCN1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455231128651488642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tfzw1hHzI/AAAAAAAAA38/BtPPj5Yw7GE/s1600/DSCN1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tfzw1hHzI/AAAAAAAAA38/BtPPj5Yw7GE/s320/DSCN1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455231129028206386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tf0a1l5sI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nmMfWQ58YkM/s1600/DSCN1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Tf0a1l5sI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nmMfWQ58YkM/s320/DSCN1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455231140302808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such great memories of hanging out at the river as a kid, and now I love watching my own kids play in the same river that I enjoyed in my youth.  Although, in my youth I wasn't supposed to be hanging out at the river, but there are a few eyes around town that ended up tellin' on me.  But I always ended up there again, it was too fun to not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5000528945361923832?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5000528945361923832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/water-babies.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5000528945361923832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5000528945361923832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/water-babies.html' title='Water Babies'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7TduG4RiXI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BjIUU0hvgPE/s72-c/DSCN1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-433950102637740762</id><published>2010-03-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:51:58.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Us Wild Animals Fit Right In At The Zoo</title><content type='html'>This past Friday &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-manic-monday.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+FamilyOfShorts+%28Family+of+Shorts%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; invited me and the kids to the zoo with her and her kids.  So we all went and had a good time.  We definitely belong there, I think we're a bunch of wild animals too.  I think I could literally sit all day and watch the monkeys and orangutans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lion has no modesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErMngk4tI/AAAAAAAAA10/59Lsk2a4x8s/s1600/DSCN0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErMngk4tI/AAAAAAAAA10/59Lsk2a4x8s/s320/DSCN0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454188119486423762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is part of my family...aren't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErNapluLI/AAAAAAAAA18/osCUshgbG04/s1600/DSCN0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErNapluLI/AAAAAAAAA18/osCUshgbG04/s320/DSCN0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454188133214435506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tamed the Kimodo Dragon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErN1AzzVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/vFUmecu_i2E/s1600/DSCN0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErN1AzzVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/vFUmecu_i2E/s320/DSCN0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454188140291149138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Jayce brushing the goat's goatee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErOXfTukI/AAAAAAAAA2M/YUW7TGMgx4E/s1600/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErOXfTukI/AAAAAAAAA2M/YUW7TGMgx4E/s320/DSCN0995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454188149545876034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole kid crew in front of a mural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsK7-xUHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/PiFdpNWWCYk/s1600/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsK7-xUHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/PiFdpNWWCYk/s320/DSCN1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454189190133665906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor the turtle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsJUnBVQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/rASfvTyTrs4/s1600/DSCN0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsJUnBVQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/rASfvTyTrs4/s320/DSCN0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454189162385200386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's pearls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsJ2icKBI/AAAAAAAAA2c/93x7TajN6sU/s1600/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsJ2icKBI/AAAAAAAAA2c/93x7TajN6sU/s320/DSCN0996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454189171492792338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All clammed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsKQ5htTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Lzxe447u47c/s1600/DSCN1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EsKQ5htTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Lzxe447u47c/s320/DSCN1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454189178568946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortmama getting fresh with a statuesque gorilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es6A7gVSI/AAAAAAAAA20/upwKEQj1fD8/s1600/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es6A7gVSI/AAAAAAAAA20/upwKEQj1fD8/s320/DSCN1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454189998915999010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me getting in on the action too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es61cjPHI/AAAAAAAAA28/VRczpDAyXXU/s1600/DSCN1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es61cjPHI/AAAAAAAAA28/VRczpDAyXXU/s320/DSCN1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454190013013245042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayce taunting the gorilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es7Yd7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6Zp6QwTjRZ4/s1600/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es7Yd7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6Zp6QwTjRZ4/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454190022414263378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor taunting the gorilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es7-SreLI/AAAAAAAAA3M/bHyht5OnNOU/s1600/DSCN1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7Es7-SreLI/AAAAAAAAA3M/bHyht5OnNOU/s320/DSCN1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454190032567630002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa picking it's nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EtFzj23oI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_JE4K9A6WhE/s1600/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7EtFzj23oI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_JE4K9A6WhE/s320/DSCN1021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454190201485581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was our zany trip to the zoo.  We all had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-433950102637740762?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/433950102637740762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/us-wild-animals-fit-right-in-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/433950102637740762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/433950102637740762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/us-wild-animals-fit-right-in-at-zoo.html' title='Us Wild Animals Fit Right In At The Zoo'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S7ErMngk4tI/AAAAAAAAA10/59Lsk2a4x8s/s72-c/DSCN0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1683861757318315116</id><published>2010-03-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:35:30.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Jason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to start going to bed earlier, I, your wifey, does not like mornings when we stay up too late.  Makes me cranky, I like my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thorny Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alyssa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for snapping pics in the car yesterday on the way to the park, can you tell I was enjoying mine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7is6QhdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cp-m6HZq00A/s1600/DSCN0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7is6QhdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cp-m6HZq00A/s320/DSCN0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452587609963398610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7jvvT2kI/AAAAAAAAA1U/G5Y6N56IBgk/s1600/DSCN0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7jvvT2kI/AAAAAAAAA1U/G5Y6N56IBgk/s320/DSCN0895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452587627902655042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7kBsY4II/AAAAAAAAA1c/g-7L9kaO8g4/s1600/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7kBsY4II/AAAAAAAAA1c/g-7L9kaO8g4/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452587632722239618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7kuyCk0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/3BmyuhiBlMU/s1600/DSCN0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7kuyCk0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/3BmyuhiBlMU/s320/DSCN0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452587644825539394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t8V00xCOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DIq6eO8STMk/s1600/DSCN0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t8V00xCOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DIq6eO8STMk/s320/DSCN0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452588488261175522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom who loves ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Agenda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too demanding, please get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who would like a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone_24.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+FamilyOfShorts+%28Family+of+Shorts%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; for some Dear Someone letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1683861757318315116?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1683861757318315116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone_25.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1683861757318315116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1683861757318315116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone_25.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6t7is6QhdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cp-m6HZq00A/s72-c/DSCN0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8988470390289567842</id><published>2010-03-24T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:32:54.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><title type='text'>A New Dog and A Day At The Park and Daughtry</title><content type='html'>Been running around busy today, so now I get some time to sit and post.  It's been a busy and fun day.  Well, I can't say math class was fun, but it was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited cause this morning I purchased tickets for a friend and I to go to the Daughtry concert when they come to AZ in April!  Can't.wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;s&gt;in band camp&lt;/s&gt; I had to go to my lovely math class.  When I got back into town, &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; called me up to see if we wanted to go to the park with them, so of course I said yes.  But before we went, I had to stop at the mail, and I ran into someone that I knew had some American Bulldogs....and I ended up buying one!  Here she is, we've named her Malibu, after my fave drink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rvPFjvYEI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IbtFHDT4u_U/s1600/DSCN0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rvPFjvYEI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IbtFHDT4u_U/s320/DSCN0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452433341354565698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rvQKMQ-YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/l6dQEIX5dsU/s1600/DSCN0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rvQKMQ-YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/l6dQEIX5dsU/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452433359778150786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snores.  This ought to be awesome...trying to sleep through my hubby and Roxy and Malibu all.snoring.  Hmm.  Amanda says we should re-name Roxy "Coke"...that way we can have Malibu and Coke...hehe.  Jason, my hubby, says it's Malibu on the Rox(y)....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our trip to the park today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa and her friend running around feeding the ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rwrv7AhUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AtWSEvRJEbA/s1600/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rwrv7AhUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AtWSEvRJEbA/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434933274412354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shortmama's daughter Layla playing with tonka and sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rwqr1BbmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0BnkAKwoMl4/s1600/DSCN0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rwqr1BbmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0BnkAKwoMl4/s320/DSCN0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434914995695202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rhiannon and Jayce monkeying around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rxk7ScK2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/kigAF3ZJEck/s1600/DSCN0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rxk7ScK2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/kigAF3ZJEck/s320/DSCN0919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435915578026850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Jayce jumping out of a tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rxlr2r9WI/AAAAAAAAA00/ilYnh-akHPo/s1600/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rxlr2r9WI/AAAAAAAAA00/ilYnh-akHPo/s320/DSCN0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435928614958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor, longingy looking at the water play area, with a busted lip, cause ya, she's graceful like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rxl-Zg6xI/AAAAAAAAA08/aPvOoVR2NFM/s1600/DSCN0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rxl-Zg6xI/AAAAAAAAA08/aPvOoVR2NFM/s320/DSCN0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435933592873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and her friend monkeying around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6ryEBytvYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/O-XAmo5n8MA/s1600/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6ryEBytvYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/O-XAmo5n8MA/s320/DSCN0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452436449899953538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least...Me and Shortmama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rwrEEVdoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/LaK69XRV_b8/s1600/DSCN0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rwrEEVdoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/LaK69XRV_b8/s320/DSCN0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434921502373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8988470390289567842?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8988470390289567842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-dog-and-day-at-park-and-daughtry.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8988470390289567842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8988470390289567842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-dog-and-day-at-park-and-daughtry.html' title='A New Dog and A Day At The Park and Daughtry'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6rvPFjvYEI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IbtFHDT4u_U/s72-c/DSCN0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8272136714201524536</id><published>2010-03-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:50:02.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>~We've been on the court playing "tennis".  And I say it like that cause we just hit the ball and if we get it then great, and it doesn't matter how many times the ball bounces.  That's how we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jfgkOsH3I/AAAAAAAAAzs/66rVbTS3PZw/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jfgkOsH3I/AAAAAAAAAzs/66rVbTS3PZw/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451853099506081650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My friend has moved to California.  I'm not liking it, she was my hiking partner.  I've know her for, um, I think 14 or 15 years now.  She lost her husband to cancer a year ago, and now she's moving back to the state she loves.  She's leaving me for the sand and surf...hmm, I think I'd leave me for that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jgPDqUFTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qhjdtqWWhHM/s1600-h/DSCN0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jgPDqUFTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qhjdtqWWhHM/s320/DSCN0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451853898217428274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jgPlSKMWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1iOfCx3ruEU/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jgPlSKMWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1iOfCx3ruEU/s320/DSCN0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451853907242922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~And now I'm off to get some stuff for &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-mail.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+FamilyOfShorts+%28Family+of+Shorts%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; because &lt;s&gt;she woke me up this morning&lt;/s&gt; she needs some stuff from the store, cause she's sick, so I have to go and get her some &lt;s&gt;depends&lt;/s&gt; cough medicine so she can maybe stop coughing.  She sounds terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8272136714201524536?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8272136714201524536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-tuesday-thoughts_23.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8272136714201524536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8272136714201524536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-tuesday-thoughts_23.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6jfgkOsH3I/AAAAAAAAAzs/66rVbTS3PZw/s72-c/DSCN0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1691899314025850223</id><published>2010-03-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:01:19.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s What She Said'/><title type='text'>An Award and Swap and Permission Granted</title><content type='html'>Yay, I got an awuuurd!, aka award.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://imwatchingairplanes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-awards.html"&gt;Steph at Watching Airplanes&lt;/a&gt;!  Thank you!  Wish I could meet her, and a few others in real life, that would be a.w.e.s.o.m.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6ZawXP-YgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/r9K4L0G0xAc/s1600-h/blogger_buddie_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6ZawXP-YgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/r9K4L0G0xAc/s200/blogger_buddie_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451144185899803138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna pass this on to one person this time...cause it will tie in with the Spring Swap that I am doing...so, this will go to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4livinginfrance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi @ Living In France&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi is my swap partner!  I'm sooo esssited!  This.is.going.to.be.fun!  Be prepared Mimi, I have some cool and fekkin' funny shiz in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now last, but not least, Missy aka Nuke Girl at &lt;a href="http://my-kitchen-sink.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-and-yellow-black-and-white.html"&gt;Everything But The Kitchen Sink&lt;/a&gt; has granted me permission to re-post one of her posts.  It deals with racism...and where do I stand on racism?...I can't stand racism.  There is good and bad in every color, and your color doesn't matter to me, I'll luv ya no matter your color, what matters to me is who you are as a person.  I think it's way past time for it all to end.  So, here is her post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I finally finished the two  week-long School Of Ship yesterday.  Thank the good Lord, because if I  had to endure being cooped up in that tiny ass, stuffy little room with  all those numnuts for one more day... well, some heads were going to  roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For  all the training and lectures we get spoon-fed about how the Navy is  ethnically diverse and you have to learn how to work together in harmony  with people who are different than you, there sure are some racist  mofos out there that still just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of  my top three pet peeves in life is &lt;b&gt;racism&lt;/b&gt;.  If you really want  to make me see red, act like an ignorant bigot in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In  this School Of Ship class, four or five African-Americans ~ all of them  about 19 years old and none of them higher-ranking than E-3 ~ segregated  themselves in the back corner of the classroom on Monday morning; and  spent the rest of the week blatantly ignoring the briefs and lectures  while they chatted, texted, flirted amongst themselves and were  altogether disruptive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When a  PO2 finally told them nicely to stop and that they were being  disrespectful and needed to be quiet, one girl sneered and said,  "Oooooooh, nuh-uh!" while one of the guys looked straight at the  second-class and said challengingly, "Why don't you mind your own damn  business?"  and then muttered softly under his breath to the girl next  to him,&lt;i&gt; "Stupid white bitch.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OMG.   See, people like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;that guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; are  the ignorant people I referred to earlier.  The PO2 wasn't mean or  snobby about it, and she had every right to tell them to shut the hell  up because she outranked all of them.  She didn't single them out  because they were black, but rather because they were being loud and  rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It was  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; ignorant&lt;/b&gt; thing I've  witnessed in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;However,  a second later I was even more shocked.  The entire room fell silent as  the cute, tiny African-American girl sitting right next to me ~ who was  also a PO2 and had heard what the guy whispered ~ turned in her seat,  stared at him coolly for a second, and then unleashed on him.  I mean,  she absolutely &lt;i&gt;shredded&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; him a new asshole about  showing disrespect to a petty officer, and then called him out on his  racist comment right in front of the whole class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It  was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; applause-worthy&lt;/b&gt; thing  I've witnessed in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now,  I'm not pointing fingers at him or anyone else.  Whether you're slightly  prejudiced or a full blown card-carrying member of the KKK or the Black  Panthers, no one is innocent.  Everyone has said (or thought) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  racist or made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  passing remark that had an ethnic slur attached to it.  I dare someone  to tell me that they've never said something that had racist overtones,  even if was repeating a funny joke you heard at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We're  all guilty, myself included.  But the older I get, the more I start to  realize that it will never stop unless people start taking action to  break the vicious cycle, like this girl did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My  personal take on the race issue is this: I harbor prejudice against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ignorance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.   That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  I  don't care if you're white, black, green or purple; if you wear your  ignorance on your sleeve for all the world to see, I'm going to treat  you like an ignorant fool.  If you treat me with courtesy and respect,  I'll do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Theoretically  in a perfect world, we should all treat people with courtesy and  respect no matter how badly they treat us.  Right?  The Golden Rule?   "Turn the other cheek"?  Unfortunately, this is not a perfect world;  and that is much more easily said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel  like America is more segregated now than it ever was 150 years ago. Or  hell, even 50 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Back  then, at least racism was a prominently displayed open wound; no one hid  their racism behind a mask and pretended not to be a total bigot.   Slavery.  Slave owners.  Socially acceptable mistreatment of ethnic  minorities.  Indian reservations.  Segregated schools.  Segregated  churches.  Segregated buses.  That's your side, this is my side, there's  the line in the middle, don't you dare cross it.  It was the norm and  it was reality in a very physical sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nowadays,  racism runs just as rampant.  But instead of an open wound, it's like  festering sore that has a Carebear Band-Aid slapped over it so no one  has to see or be bothered by the sheer ugliness of the infection.  For  the most part in our paranoid, increasingly timid, politically correct  society, racism is no longer something bold and open.  Hell, even people  who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;aren't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;racists are scared to call  "bullshit" on someone for fear they'll be accused of being racists and  get sued.  No, bigotry today thrives on in society as a snide remark  here, or a muttered comment there.  It's there, and it's real, and  everybody knows it, and most people are too apathetic or afraid to do  anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What's  the world coming to when a person can't ask his neighbor to stop  leaving trash on their shared lawn without said neighbor then freaking  the fuck out, shouting obscenities and racial slurs at him, and  threatening to sue him for harassment and discrimination??  (That really  happened to my co-worker last week.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately,  when someone makes a derogatory ethnic slur at you, your human nature,  your "knee-jerk reaction" tells you make one right back.  Put them in  their place.  Show them what's up.  Show them you're not gonna take that  shit, especially from a stupid, ignorant piece of&lt;i&gt; [insert ethnic  slur]&lt;/i&gt; trash who's just a &lt;i&gt;[insert ethnic slur]&lt;/i&gt; anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What  makes anyone think they're superior to anyone else based on the color  of their skin?  Or what country they come from?  At pure face value, I'm  no better or worse than you.  Just different.  What is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; wrong  with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh,  and the worst part?  Terms that are considered highly derogatory if  coming from someone of a different ethnicity are used as endearing  nicknames and are perfectly acceptable if coming from someone of the  same ethnic minority.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Heeeey, what's  up, you stupid redneck?  I haven't seen you in forever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; That  one was overheard from one white guy to his white buddy in the mall the  other day.  Also heard in the same mall on the same day from one young  black guy to his buddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Nigga, please,  you don't even know what you talkin' 'bout! Hahahaaaahahaaa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;WTF.   Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I  could rant on about this topic all day, but quite frankly.... it's  exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I wish  we could just end all the racism and prejudice completely.  It seems  impossible, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;.   Some things are improbable, yes; but nothing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So  the next time someone makes an ignorant slur at you, or you witness one  directed towards someone else, or that one dude in the office tells the  funny racist joke that's not funny for the millionth time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fix  them, since they're too ignorant to fix themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The  next time you have an ethnic slur on the tip of your tongue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fix  yourself.  Bite your tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Break  the vicious cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Written By Missy and Re-Posted by Rose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1691899314025850223?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1691899314025850223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/award-and-swap-and-permission-granted.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1691899314025850223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1691899314025850223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/award-and-swap-and-permission-granted.html' title='An Award and Swap and Permission Granted'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6ZawXP-YgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/r9K4L0G0xAc/s72-c/blogger_buddie_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8709286084856738438</id><published>2010-03-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:06:23.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gettin&apos; My Sport On'/><title type='text'>Gettin' My Sport On</title><content type='html'>Imma going shopping today.  First I'll be off to Kohl's to get me some of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6OcmDgDrXI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1G7awXZxyLY/s1600-h/5-327043_whiteblack_pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6OcmDgDrXI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1G7awXZxyLY/s320/5-327043_whiteblack_pd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450372151637159282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And whatever else that I might find that I might "need".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll be off to Walmart to get me some of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6OdQdqSOOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/dbI0XlMWYtU/s1600-h/tennis-racket-and-tennis-ball-character-thumb8951219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6OdQdqSOOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/dbI0XlMWYtU/s320/tennis-racket-and-tennis-ball-character-thumb8951219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450372880213883106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I can play at the park.  Cause I've already been at the park walking the trail and shooting some hoops.  Ok, so mainly just getting a tad bit irrifreakintated that I don't make the shot a lot.  But it's fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh, I'm on a schedule here, and I've got to go now!  Running my happy ass off now for a non-spending spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8709286084856738438?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8709286084856738438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/gettin-my-sport-on.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8709286084856738438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8709286084856738438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/gettin-my-sport-on.html' title='Gettin&apos; My Sport On'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6OcmDgDrXI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1G7awXZxyLY/s72-c/5-327043_whiteblack_pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7011322645157725409</id><published>2010-03-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:24:07.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Wet N' Wild,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until the weather warms up some more to go and check you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6JO5QXXs3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/tUl3zUoXggo/s1600-h/wet_n_wild1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6JO5QXXs3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/tUl3zUoXggo/s320/wet_n_wild1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450005244624221042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who's ready for some wet n' wild fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ignorant Fekker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were all done with your political B.S. rants to the local paper about the fire board, which I happen to be on, and fire department.  Obviously I was wrong, and obviously you are still off your rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who is convinced you lead a miserable disturbing life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shortmama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to our hanging out on Saturday.  Looking forward to some more game playing...you know the one where not a one of us chose Levi to go on a trip with, and where I was chosen as most likely to put a tattoo in a crazy place, and you were the most technologically inclined, and Jason's laugh while he laughs at Levi, you know the one!  Oh ya, and one last thing, thanks for not spilling all the sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer fun lovin' friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for finally arriving!  So glad to be rid of the cold ass winter that I loathe.  Now welcoming my flip flops and tank tops...you know, those clothes that Jason doesn't like cause he says it's like I'm not wearing any clothes.  Ready for all the outdoor activities...bring 'em on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to do your own Dear Someone Letters, think join in and link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone_18.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+FamilyOfShorts+%28Family+of+Shorts%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7011322645157725409?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7011322645157725409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone_18.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7011322645157725409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7011322645157725409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone_18.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S6JO5QXXs3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/tUl3zUoXggo/s72-c/wet_n_wild1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6326489125735481704</id><published>2010-03-16T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:24:09.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5-b_i5LO0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/lyEUF8kCaT4/s1600-h/randomtuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5-b_i5LO0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/lyEUF8kCaT4/s200/randomtuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449245590142270274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am esssited...because I have received my signed copy of THE MOMINATRIX'S GUIDE TO SEX, A NO-SURRENDER ADVICE BOOK FOR NAUGHTY MOMS.   The book's author is Kristen Chase and she has a blog also.  This is the book that I won from Mag's giveaway.  So...thanks to both &lt;a href="http://sittingonthemoodswing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mag&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://http//www.mominatrixbook.com/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt;!  All my kids are past the baby stage, and I'm not looking to regain my sexual prowess, it's fully alive and well thank you much.  But it's exciting to see what her book is about and to have a signed copy!  I haven't read it yet as I've just received it, but I flipped through the pages and came &lt;s&gt;not that kind&lt;/s&gt; across a section where Kristen talks about women needing to find out about their parts as well as their man's, and how some women don't even know where their clitoris is.   I pity the woman that has not found that sensation, that hot button is alive and well and fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~How do I move on to the next topic...my brain is still steamed up from the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I've finally started hiking and exercising again.  I'm sore.  Part of me enjoys the exercise, does make me feel more lively.  Yet part of me still feels this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5-uhc1ieQI/AAAAAAAAAys/YpLzjYfuf0E/s1600-h/DSCN0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5-uhc1ieQI/AAAAAAAAAys/YpLzjYfuf0E/s200/DSCN0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449265963841255682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was for you Mimi...I know it cracks you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Right now I'm listening to Imma Be by the Black Eyed Peas on the XM...but I've got the sounds of Jayce drowning out the music...he's currently in the tub talking to, singing to, yelling at his toys.  It's very &lt;s&gt;irritating&lt;/s&gt; entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://www.theunmom.com/2010/03/yes-my-week-sucked-but-it-could-be.html"&gt;The Un Mom&lt;/a&gt; to share your random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6326489125735481704?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6326489125735481704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-tuesday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6326489125735481704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6326489125735481704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5-b_i5LO0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/lyEUF8kCaT4/s72-c/randomtuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6817638306688172124</id><published>2010-03-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:47:46.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party and Light Weight</title><content type='html'>So Taylor's birthday already passed, but we held her party yesterday.  She had a good time, the rest of the kids had a good time.  Her most prized gift was the DS lite that we got her.  Here is the day in pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor getting the party started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55a0wurnYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4n6mnUH4EtU/s1600-h/DSCN0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55a0wurnYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4n6mnUH4EtU/s320/DSCN0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892461645274498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55cVyUsHLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/RdqGUqpJOUk/s1600-h/DSCN0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55cVyUsHLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/RdqGUqpJOUk/s320/DSCN0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448894128520436914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hat is off to Walmart...looks like it says "happy gth birthday" instead of happy 9th birthday....and then they started her name with a lower case letter and then followed up in caps...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dXbJ_yUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UYHwsXJIvx0/s1600-h/DSCN0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dXbJ_yUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UYHwsXJIvx0/s320/DSCN0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448895256172939586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dYESMjGI/AAAAAAAAAyU/afKu_nrTsqE/s1600-h/DSCN0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dYESMjGI/AAAAAAAAAyU/afKu_nrTsqE/s320/DSCN0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448895267213184098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa and her bestie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dYmH8GsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/zbCMwe5A7cg/s1600-h/DSCN0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dYmH8GsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/zbCMwe5A7cg/s320/DSCN0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448895276296968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mister Jayce with a messy cake mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dX2l72GI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1eCtJRHFzzQ/s1600-h/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55dX2l72GI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1eCtJRHFzzQ/s320/DSCN0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448895263537879138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama's&lt;/a&gt; daughter Rhiannon in her cool specs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55cVl05nKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/QQryubVy9U4/s1600-h/DSCN0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55cVl05nKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/QQryubVy9U4/s320/DSCN0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448894125165878434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Shortmama's daughter Layla in her cool specs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55cVPE2rSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/F_v1M7UCe-0/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55cVPE2rSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/F_v1M7UCe-0/s320/DSCN0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448894119058779426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later on after the party, we joined up with Shortmama and her family at a memorial benefit for her uncle's wife.  Her uncle just recently passed away unexpectedly, and he was part of a band, so the band was playing at a local restaurant and there were a bunch of people that came to show support.  Everyone was dancing and drinking and having a good time.  Our hubby's had a few beers, and Shortmama and I settled on some malibu and coke.  Let me tell you, just ONE put me 3 sheets to the wind.  I had to sit my butt down.  Gave everyone else a good laugh though.  I on the other hand didn't expect to feel it that much after just one.  That's when Jason decided to let me know that the bartender made it stronger than normal.  Thank.you.  I don't think I would've drank it as fast had I known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6817638306688172124?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6817638306688172124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-party-and-light-weight.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6817638306688172124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6817638306688172124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-party-and-light-weight.html' title='Birthday Party and Light Weight'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S55a0wurnYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4n6mnUH4EtU/s72-c/DSCN0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8480109492855141943</id><published>2010-03-12T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:22:43.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Talkin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Just Blabbing</title><content type='html'>Here's a run down on my busy little day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the kids awards assembly...it's highly screwed up and disorganized now.  Different grades overlap their times on when they are giving out the awards, instead of doing it like they used to in the gym.  How in theeee heck am I supposed to see everyone get their awards if they are scheduled at the same time??!  Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my hair appointment to get my hair did.  Let's just say my stylist cracks.me.up.  She talks mad gab about people, and I love it.  She's funny.  She invited me and my hubby to a wine tasting bar with herself and her hubby and a whole group of other people.  Had to decline though...number one I don't like wine, I've only tried 2 though and didn't like either.  And secondly, no sitters.  Come to find out that another one of her clients is the guy that did my butterfly fairy tat, and she is going to be getting hers done from him soon.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did half of my grocery shopping and then picked the kids up so we could meet up with hubby at his grandparents house for a visit.  Love them.  They crack me up too.  Met other family members while there.  My oldest Alyssa went for a walk while there with two other teen girls that were there.  They had a blast while out.  Guess they terrorized the neighborhood.  It's an elderly community.  Guess one of the girls pissed off one of the elderly residents by sitting on the block wall.  The girls cracked up when describing how pissed off the woman was.  They also smelled like a bunch of weeds when they got back.  Weeds.  Not weed.  There would've been some huge problems if that were the case.  Anystanky, guess they decided to pull some weeds along the way.  What the hell, Alyssa would call that a terrible chore around our yard, but ship her out for a walk with some other girls her age and it turns into a fun sporting event of picking weeds and throwing them at each other.  She needs to get her priorities straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at Chipotle on the way home.  First time eating there.  It was pretty good, but I thought it was a restaurant, and not a fast food type of restaurant.  Healthy and good though.  And then...at band camp..just kidding....we stopped at Cold Stone Creamery for some ice cream.  Yum...but dumb.  Cause we were already freezing our azzzez off, so the dang cold ice cream didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my day.  Hope you enjoyed it for whatever it was worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on one last side note....I am going to participate in &lt;a href="http://http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-wanna-swap.html"&gt;Shortmama's&lt;/a&gt; Spring Swap.  If you would like to participate then visit her and link up and join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-wanna-swap.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="shortmamaswap" src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/ashortmama/Cartoon_Spring_clip_art_medium1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8480109492855141943?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8480109492855141943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-blabbing.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8480109492855141943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8480109492855141943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-blabbing.html' title='Just Blabbing'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6641989284801528146</id><published>2010-03-11T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:15:36.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone and A Tag</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start this with a tag that I received from &lt;a href="http://http://margarettidwell.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-years.html"&gt;Margaret&lt;/a&gt;.  All you have to do is describe where you will be/hope to be in 10 years, and tag 10 people to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this could potentially be a hard one for me, instead of the seemingly simplicity that it offers.  I don't even know where I see myself in the latter part of a day half the time.  Sooooo, on that note, maybe I'll list a few things that I wish to have accomplished by then.  I'd like to be working as a nurse by then, my house should be paid off before then, I'd like to say that I took a cruise to the Bahamas by then, and maybe visited Atlantis, and maybe taken a trip to Bora Bora, that's if I can get my husband over the fact that it's a tiny spec of land in the middle of a vast ocean.  Worth.It.  I wanna party like a rock star, hit a bunch of...oh wait, no, I don't want to do that.  Well, I guess I'll stop there, though I could go on and on.  Soooooo...if any of my readers would like to do this tag, then tell us where you will be/hope to be in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for a little bit of Dear Someone letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Spring Break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to you and my time away from studying, cramming, cussing.  Ok, so I'll still find other things to cuss at, but at least I won't feel pressed for time while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation ready woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fellow Math Student,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have some type of disability, and that ain't no thang to me.  A few of the student's including myself find you quite entertaining when you get pissed at the instructor and the note taking process, and then you start to talk to your computer and call it a "stupid piece of shit".  Highly.Entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused Spectator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to do Dear Someone letters....but you'll have to wait a little bit, cause she's slackin' today and her post for the day isn't up yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6641989284801528146?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6641989284801528146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone-and-tag.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6641989284801528146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6641989284801528146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone-and-tag.html' title='Dear Someone and A Tag'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3536752207428526855</id><published>2010-03-10T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:52:47.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.sevenclowncircus.com/%E2%80%9D" target="”_blank”"&gt; &lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="”125″" border="”0″" height="”125″" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my pic (s) for this Wordful Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euVEbM77I/AAAAAAAAAxc/aLNZwssist8/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euVEbM77I/AAAAAAAAAxc/aLNZwssist8/s320/DSC03438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447013951316225970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euUScAhOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/J8rvw11YthM/s1600-h/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euUScAhOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/J8rvw11YthM/s320/DSC03437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447013937897833698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euT2_Sz0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/gMWPUBPt3Nc/s1600-h/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euT2_Sz0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/gMWPUBPt3Nc/s320/DSC03436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447013930529640258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my son Jayce....he has a drinking problem ;)   Not only is he always thirsty, but this is the way he drinks out of bottles.  He does this still to this day....he's 6 now.  But, I find it cute so I don't correct him on the way that may possibly be better for him to drink out of the bottle...I'm just sure to not drink out of his bottles after him...I just picture what trickles back in to the bottle.  Cans...no problem, bottles...mmm mm, not gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a picture you would like to share and talk about, then link up with &lt;a href="http://http://sevenclowncircus.com/2010/03/wordful-wednesday-my-path.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SevenClownCircus+%28SevEn+cLoWn+CirCuS%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Seven Clown Circus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3536752207428526855?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3536752207428526855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordful-wednesday_10.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3536752207428526855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3536752207428526855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordful-wednesday_10.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5euVEbM77I/AAAAAAAAAxc/aLNZwssist8/s72-c/DSC03438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1723870341049438872</id><published>2010-03-09T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:44:20.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Happy 9th Birthday To Taylor</title><content type='html'>Well today is the day that Taylor turns 9, and she's grounded all.day.long. for it.  Ok, she's not really grounded, but I still don't agree with her turning 9.  She is now considered to be a tween.  That sounds pretty crazy to me.  Although, I am starting to see the tween tude, though mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's Taylor over the years...can't start from when she was a baby though...long story on access to the pics.  So here she is in all her glory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo-UzbYxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cJ8_j_ePbMM/s1600-h/DSCN0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo-UzbYxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cJ8_j_ePbMM/s320/DSCN0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446656219296785170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZpWQvyclI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zpU7fKHbaSY/s1600-h/DSCN0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZpWQvyclI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zpU7fKHbaSY/s320/DSCN0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446656630524637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo_EXZlFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jypZ2_zeejc/s1600-h/DSCN0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo_EXZlFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jypZ2_zeejc/s320/DSCN0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446656232064128082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZjNVa63nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/kJwy-5z1FM4/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZjNVa63nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/kJwy-5z1FM4/s200/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446649880090697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZpXULK0MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UeGc0Rf6oP4/s1600-h/DSCN0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZpXULK0MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UeGc0Rf6oP4/s320/DSCN0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446656648624656578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZpYHSE5KI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9u-JpRwHsdI/s1600-h/DSCN0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZpYHSE5KI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9u-JpRwHsdI/s320/DSCN0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446656662343836834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask about this pic!  I have no answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZsQfZIp7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ieZD0pY4GMM/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZsQfZIp7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ieZD0pY4GMM/s320/119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659829911824306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp19OvdHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HV_vUKttDbU/s1600-h/DSCN0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp19OvdHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HV_vUKttDbU/s320/DSCN0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446657175041569906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp5MAqB4I/AAAAAAAAAws/ebkbrf7spUg/s1600-h/DSCN0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp5MAqB4I/AAAAAAAAAws/ebkbrf7spUg/s320/DSCN0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446657230548633474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp3NK_olI/AAAAAAAAAwc/F-6TFM08ZWc/s1600-h/DSCN0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp3NK_olI/AAAAAAAAAwc/F-6TFM08ZWc/s320/DSCN0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446657196500689490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp4Jd4LjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/-ScSBmZXAQw/s1600-h/DSCN0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zp4Jd4LjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/-ScSBmZXAQw/s320/DSCN0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446657212686020146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZrC2jCgSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-e8xT9XG8uk/s1600-h/p15190ta101804_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZrC2jCgSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-e8xT9XG8uk/s320/p15190ta101804_1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446658496097583394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZrDkIqsqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/T4zvqwRMaLA/s1600-h/p15190ta101804_35_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5ZrDkIqsqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/T4zvqwRMaLA/s320/p15190ta101804_35_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446658508335002274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here she is today, on her birthday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo9U_ziII/AAAAAAAAAvk/mlWV237XuVM/s1600-h/DSCN0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo9U_ziII/AAAAAAAAAvk/mlWV237XuVM/s320/DSCN0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446656202168830082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9th Birthday Taylor!  I love you to pieces...now go stand in the corner, 'cause I didn't give you permission to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1723870341049438872?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1723870341049438872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-9th-birthday-to-taylor.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1723870341049438872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1723870341049438872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-9th-birthday-to-taylor.html' title='Happy 9th Birthday To Taylor'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5Zo-UzbYxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cJ8_j_ePbMM/s72-c/DSCN0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2431860687089450029</id><published>2010-03-06T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:39:45.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>A Funny Story and Awards</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll start this with a funny story.  We just left Shortmama's house a little bit ago from her daughter Rhiannon's birthday party.  Well Shortmama's 2nd cousin is staying the night with my daughter Alyssa tonight.  We decided to take Alyssa and the cousin and Jayce out for a ranger ride.  While on the ride the kids were having a good time being all crazy.  Out of nowhere, Alyssa decides to share with all of us that she has a wedgie.  We share these kinds of things ya know.  So anybuttfloss, "cousin" didn't quite hear Alyssa and she said "WHAT?"!  She had thought that Alyssa had asked her if she had a wedgie, and she was like "what kind of question is that?!!".  That got us all cracking up.  And then "cousin" decided to remember about the time that I wore underwear on the outside of my clothes for Shortmama's mom's 50th birthday party.  I told her it was so I wouldn't get a wedgie!  And then she said "you mean, you weren't really wearing any other underwear!".  Oh man, kids are great!  Here's a little pic of the underoo episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L-vUHMSWI/AAAAAAAAAus/VaLynLtmvqk/s1600-h/DSCN0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L-vUHMSWI/AAAAAAAAAus/VaLynLtmvqk/s320/DSCN0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445694988250532194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L-vxdeFjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/S6pAHooToy4/s1600-h/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L-vxdeFjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/S6pAHooToy4/s320/DSCN0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445694996128601650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now on to the awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you guys hear me singing that?  If so, I'm so very sorry, cause I can't sing for shit.  So anybrokeneardrums, just thanking all of you who follow my zany life and thoughts.  And also a thanks to two ladies that have passed awards on to me.  Oh ya, and thanks for sharing your lives with me, I'm really digging how I'm really getting to know some of you and enjoying our back and forth emailsations...that's my shortened version of email conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first award comes from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy mole poop...I just went to One Loopy Life's blog, cause that's where the first award came from....and what do ya know, she's given me yet another award today!  'Scuse me while I gather myself!  So it seems to be that I have three awards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first two awards both come from &lt;a href="http://http//ryleegrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Loopy Life&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you!  I know some don't like to check out who the awards come from, but it would be awesome if you could just check out the pics of her cutie little girl and especially the pics of her hilarious tub hair &lt;a href="http://http//ryleegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-valentines-pictures.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Gave me a really good laugh, so cute!  And just as a P.S...she called me Dessert Rose..very common mistake people make of my title...but I'm not a yummy dessert...I live in the hot AZ desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the first award...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L8FPglTvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/498S5jSmEZA/s1600-h/101award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L8FPglTvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/498S5jSmEZA/s200/101award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445692066437091058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;1. Copy and paste the award on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;2. List who gave the award to you and use a link to her blog (or hyperlink).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;3. List 10 things that make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;4. Pass the award on to other bloggers and visit their blog to let them know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;10 Things that make me happy are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When the kids say things that make me laugh, and when the are naive!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Margarita's, with Monin Agave Nectar.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Napping.  Love me a nap.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Reading.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Quad Riding.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Camping.&lt;br /&gt;7.  The beach.&lt;br /&gt;8.  My friends...luv them.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Road trips.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Orange circus peanuts...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for who I'm passing it on to...I'm only going to pick a couple, cause I swear this post is going to be hella long, and it's very time consuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Frau from &lt;a href="http://http//fraukmwest.blogspot.com/"&gt;West Family Adventures&lt;/a&gt;...she's sick to day and looking for remedies, so this is my remedy for her!&lt;br /&gt;*Arizona Mamma from &lt;a href="http://http//www.arizonamamma.com/"&gt;Our Daze In The Desert&lt;/a&gt;...yup, she's an Arizonan like me.  Maybe one day we shall meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the 2nd award that One Loopy Life gave me...I've actually been awaiting this one, it's so cute!  So thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5MIe-LJvqI/AAAAAAAAAu8/2dWyJC2pmZg/s1600-h/0sugar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5MIe-LJvqI/AAAAAAAAAu8/2dWyJC2pmZg/s200/0sugar.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445705702599933602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;The rules are to list 10 things you may not know about me, and to pass it on to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here's the thing, I'll list the 10 things, but it's late, I'm tired, and I don't follow rules sometimes, so again, I will pick just a couple of bloggers to pass it on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are 10 things that you may not know about me...and maybe you don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I can't stand bras.  Uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wear a bra cause I don't want the small mounds to look like pancakes sooner than they should.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sometimes I curse like a sailor...and I thoroughly enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I don't like to be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I like shooting hand guns, but not shot guns and rifles.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I used to be a streaker, skinny dipper....having kids has cured me of this.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have NEVER texted.  I know, I know...you can stop looking at me like that now.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'm like an old person, I go to sleep early.  Well between 8 p.m. and 10:30 p.m. usually.&lt;br /&gt;9.  When I get tired, I get cranky.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I've always wanted a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pass this award on to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://http//my-kitchen-sink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everything But The Kitchen Sink&lt;/a&gt;....she's funny and a smart ass, and she likes to cuss like a sailor too, er, maybe cause she's a Navy Girl!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://http//www.fightingfrumpy.com/"&gt;Fighting Off Frumpy&lt;/a&gt;....I don't even think she knows I'm following her, so maybe I'm just stalking her....she talks about some funny shiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and now for the award from &lt;a href="http://http//3boys1hubbywhatnext.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-baaacckkk-with-gifts-to-woo-your.html"&gt;3 Boys + 1 Hubby = What's Next&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5MPQIKwMTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/mthYFKVJtjU/s1600-h/sunshineblogaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5MPQIKwMTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/mthYFKVJtjU/s200/sunshineblogaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445713144165970226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm passing this award on to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://http://sittingonthemoodswing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sitting on the Mood Swing at the Playground&lt;/a&gt;....She's definitely brought some sunshine to my life, cause #1 I like her blog and #2 I've won 2 giveaways that she has done...woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;NieNie&lt;/a&gt;....Ok, so  I don't think I could technically give this award to her, cause her blog doesn't take comments that I know of....but let me tell you, just watching what this woman has gone through and she still keeps her chin up, that spreads a little sunshine in my world, cause if she can keep her chin up through all her pain, then I'll be damned if I can't get through some tough bumps in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks again for the awards....and sorry for the long post!&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2431860687089450029?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2431860687089450029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-story-and-awards.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2431860687089450029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2431860687089450029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-story-and-awards.html' title='A Funny Story and Awards'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S5L-vUHMSWI/AAAAAAAAAus/VaLynLtmvqk/s72-c/DSCN0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8193866330955075581</id><published>2010-03-05T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:39:53.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Follow'/><title type='text'>Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://one2try.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Follow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to another edition of Friday Follow.  If you are looking to find some blogs you might like to follow and are looking to gain more followers, then link up with &lt;a href="http://http://one2try.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-follow-join-us-for-week-8.html"&gt;One 2 Try&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://http://heartsmakefamilies.com/2010/03/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers-2/"&gt;Hearts Make Families&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://http://www.middayescapades.com/2010/03/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers.html"&gt;Midday Escapades&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is the instruction to join in with them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how YOU can join the celebration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Link up your blog name and URL using the MckLinky below. &lt;b&gt;Only need to add on one blog to be seen on all the blog hops. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Follow the &lt;i&gt;Friday Follow&lt;/i&gt; hostesses listed in the first 3 slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Follow as many blogs as you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Take a moment to comment on the blogs telling them you're from Friday Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Follow back when you get a new follower through Friday Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blog Hop is the same at each of our three hosts blogs so you do not have to add your blog at each site. Just one - but you can follow each blog. Follow a few or follow them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog hop has been very successful, in finding some great new people that are looking for the same thing, new followers.  Now, I just have to add in this time that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not really looking to follow blogs that are only about recipes or product reviews&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that a lot of people enjoy blogs that are specifically about that, but that's not what I blog about and not what I'm looking to follow.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8193866330955075581?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8193866330955075581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-follow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8193866330955075581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8193866330955075581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-follow.html' title='Friday Follow'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5253962707706907408</id><published>2010-03-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:26:31.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Alyssa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not have permission to act like me.  So when you have a sleepover with your friends, there will be no more running around in bras and panties because you want to get a little wild.  That behavior is reserved by me, so you need to take the more modest route.  That's an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bra and Panty Episode,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has brought back a flood of memories of what used to be.  Running around all over the boonies here in bra and underoos, playing fire drill in the car running around and swapping drivers in nothing but the underclothes.  Ah the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at the memories&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear House,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok already, I'm ready to attack you now that I have some time after neglecting you due to all the studying.  Be.prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who can't believe you let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join in on Dear Someone letters, then link up with &lt;a href="http://http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-it-isnt-so.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5253962707706907408?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5253962707706907408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5253962707706907408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5253962707706907408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-someone.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6009865655984681262</id><published>2010-03-03T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:14:24.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.sevenclowncircus.com/%E2%80%9D" target="”_blank”"&gt; &lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="”125″" border="”0″" height="”125″" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This me with my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S46Hx0QiqnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2ePVKX2nCWo/s1600-h/DSCN0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S46Hx0QiqnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2ePVKX2nCWo/s320/DSCN0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438289448872562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me cry the other day.  Yesterday to be exact.  No, he wasn't being mean or anything.  I happened to hop on to facebook, and he had posted on there about his dad.  Long story short, we didn't have the greatest childhood.  We have the same mom, but different dad's.  We originally we with our mom and my dad up until they got into big problems with drugs and all.  As much as they have done to hurt themselves and us, we still can't help but have a love for them, even if at times it may be hard to like them.  But anyhurt, Brian didn't really have much of a relationship with his father, and I still don't know the extent of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago my brother posted on facebook that he got into contact with his dad, and that he didn't know what to think of it since it only lasted for a minute.  They are getting together this Saturday, and Brian is unsure of how things will go.  He also got into contact with his brother and sister from his dad.  Well, on the post Brian mentioned how when his dad took him in when he was younger, he didn't treat Brian very well and talked real bad about our mom and acted like he had saved Brian.  Well, what got to me was Brian posted that he didn't feel saved and all he could think about was who was going to take care of his mom and little sister.  Me.  He was going through such turmoil himself, and he was thinking about myself and our mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we went through such bad times when we were kids, but I have always felt the worst for him since he's 7 years older than me, so he saw more and remembers more.  I just have to say I really love him.  And as much as I think that it gets easier in time, there are always moments like these that bring it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6009865655984681262?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6009865655984681262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordful-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6009865655984681262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6009865655984681262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S46Hx0QiqnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2ePVKX2nCWo/s72-c/DSCN0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5490088200065624509</id><published>2010-03-02T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:27:32.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Tales'/><title type='text'>My Husband Drives Me Batty Repost</title><content type='html'>I've got some things to do today, so I figured I would repost this story that some of you may have missed.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my husband may have his priorities bass ackwards. This past Sunday morning it was just myself and the kids home, my husband left out early in the morning to go out quad riding with my great friend shortmama's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up in the morning and everything is just fine and normal. I'm up and dressed, the kids are up and dressed, breakfast is done and the kids are outside playing. So I start to clean up the kitchen. One of my husbands cowboy hats is sitting on the counter so I go to take it into my room. And what do I come upon when I get into my room? There's a freakin' bat flying around all over the place in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I calmly, yet quickly, shut my bedroom door. I head out the front door and around to the back door, which leads into my bedroom. I open the back door and see the bat still flying around like crazy. So I close the door again and get into a better position instead of standing right in front of the door and right in the path of its exit. I open the door again and see the bat hanging on the recessed lighting in the hallway. It sees its exit and goes about its business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I have to call shortmama and tell her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband got home around noon and I met him out back to tell him about our visitor. My first words to him were "Guess what I had to chase out of the house this morning?". He said "a bat". I said "Yep, you must've talked with shortmama already". And he said yes. But then it took him a few more minutes to tell me that the bat was actually in the house this morning before he left. He said that he didn't know how I didn't wake up because he had all the lights on in the room and was trying to catch the dang thing...with two of his cowboy hats. Oh, to only have seen what he looked like while doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...he couldn't catch it...and he didn't want to be late meeting up with shormama's husband...in which shortmama's husband was still in deep slumber anyways at home and was late for their meeting by 1/2 hour...so he left the rabid bat in the bedroom with his wife whom he loves so dearly...and that's when the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5490088200065624509?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5490088200065624509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-husband-drives-me-batty-repost.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5490088200065624509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5490088200065624509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-husband-drives-me-batty-repost.html' title='My Husband Drives Me Batty Repost'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1649009388557105256</id><published>2010-03-01T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:51:52.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>For Realz</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today was my mid-term test for math.  I got 85 points out of 100.  While some would consider this good, I am not happy with it.  So excuse me for a while, because I seemingly didn't put on my big girl panties today to help get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1649009388557105256?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1649009388557105256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-realz.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1649009388557105256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1649009388557105256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-realz.html' title='For Realz'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5006597571269292000</id><published>2010-02-28T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:42:55.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Button/Banner'/><title type='text'>HELP WANTED</title><content type='html'>Could someone please help a girl out!  I am in search for someone to do a grab button/banner for my blog.  I had previously found someone that does do them, and she's awesome, but she didn't know how to do the kind that I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is an example of someone else's banner/button...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.fabulousgoodlife.com/"&gt;A Fabulously Good Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I obviously don't want to copy what she has, just keep the elements of cartoonish and, well, cute.  I'd also like my banner/button to reflect my blog title...Desert Rose Moments.  And what does that mean to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Desert...I live in the AZ desert so I'm thinking along the lines of sunny, maybe boating at the lake or out four wheeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rose...Um, maybe a character that looks kind of like mwah.  And I don't know the extent that may be done to the character...but I'm a tank top, flip flop, jean shorts kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Moments...Well, the blog is pretty much about my life, so as far as the title goes when it comes to the banner/button, this aspect can just be left out unless there is someone that is creative and can add their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that is what I'm searching for.  So if I could get some suggestions on who to go to and/or you do it yourself and can help out, then please let me know!  I'm looking for some different options to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5006597571269292000?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5006597571269292000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/help-wanted.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5006597571269292000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5006597571269292000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/help-wanted.html' title='HELP WANTED'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6865625714834460243</id><published>2010-02-26T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:36:50.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Follow'/><title type='text'>Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://one2try.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Follow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am joining in with Friday Follow again, which is hosted by &lt;a href="http://http://one2try.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers.html"&gt;One 2 Try&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://http://heartsmakefamilies.com/2010/02/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers/"&gt;Hearts Make Families&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://http://www.middayescapades.com/2010/02/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers_26.html"&gt;Midday Escapades&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their description of Friday Follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how YOU can join the celebration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Link up your blog name and URL using the MckLinky below. &lt;b&gt;Only need to add on one blog to be seen on all the blog hops. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Follow the &lt;i&gt;Friday Follow&lt;/i&gt; hostesses listed in the first 3 slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Follow as many blogs as you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Take a moment to comment on the blogs telling them you're from Friday Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Follow back when you get a new follower through Friday Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blog Hop is the same at each of our three hosts blogs so you do not have to add your blog at each site. Just one - but you can follow each blog. Follow a few or follow them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is new each week. The links do not carry over. Please link up each week for new participants to find your blogs. &lt;strong&gt;The list is only open to add your blog links on Fridays&lt;/strong&gt;. It will be visible all week to visit the blogs listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...If you are interested in participated in Friday Follow and are looking for some new blogs that you like and looking for more followers, then go and link up with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6865625714834460243?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6865625714834460243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-follow_26.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6865625714834460243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6865625714834460243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-follow_26.html' title='Friday Follow'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-4068489156793283655</id><published>2010-02-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:06:12.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Adventure'/><title type='text'>Our Day At The Beach</title><content type='html'>So on our trip back home on 2/21/10 from going to Disneyland we decided to go to the beach before heading out.  But first I have to share a funny breakfast story.  We stopped for breakfast and when we were being seated the waitress asked if we would like a special menu for Tate.  We were thinking it was specials they had, so we said sure.  Nope, that wasn't it at all.  She brought him a KIDS menu!  Now the thing that's funny about that is that they only brought him a kids menu and not one for Alyssa.  Tate is almost a year OLDER than Alyssa!  Ya, he wasn't very happy about that one!  The misconception probably was due to Alyssa is taller than Tate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was our day at Huntington Beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We let the kids get in the water with ALL their clothes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUJmUoyDI/AAAAAAAAArk/FM7-PYnvyLU/s1600-h/DSCN0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUJmUoyDI/AAAAAAAAArk/FM7-PYnvyLU/s320/DSCN0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442200092350662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They would wait for the waves to come crashing in and then they would run for shore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUIzwZTFI/AAAAAAAAArc/zaxvA4CBfEA/s1600-h/DSCN0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUIzwZTFI/AAAAAAAAArc/zaxvA4CBfEA/s320/DSCN0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442200078776880210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so serene standing there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUKXdoyKI/AAAAAAAAArs/rKlmkcQsS7A/s1600-h/DSCN0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUKXdoyKI/AAAAAAAAArs/rKlmkcQsS7A/s320/DSCN0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442200105541748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My macho man ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aVSnwyLII/AAAAAAAAAr0/CEv8bDmIb7A/s1600-h/DSCN0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aVSnwyLII/AAAAAAAAAr0/CEv8bDmIb7A/s320/DSCN0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442201346867604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I was enjoying our day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aVTas_FVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QEcHELpPNwQ/s1600-h/DSCN0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aVTas_FVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QEcHELpPNwQ/s320/DSCN0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442201360541881682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok..so it was semi-streaking...I didn't want to sit in the car with wet clothes on!...Pants came off, but my shirt was stretchy enough to cover the goods.&lt;br /&gt;We made the kids change pants in the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aVT5VZ6pI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dGoMIh4IDB4/s1600-h/DSCN0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aVT5VZ6pI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dGoMIh4IDB4/s320/DSCN0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442201368764476050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were taken while we were seashell hunting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aZxAej44I/AAAAAAAAAtM/l0Zy7aRLibk/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aZxAej44I/AAAAAAAAAtM/l0Zy7aRLibk/s320/DSCN0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206266944643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aZwJrnDdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nHIMGgiwBwQ/s1600-h/DSCN0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aZwJrnDdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nHIMGgiwBwQ/s320/DSCN0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206252235427282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aZx-BpL6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/2CNo9kml8Yo/s1600-h/DSCN0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aZx-BpL6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/2CNo9kml8Yo/s320/DSCN0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206283466354594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ab0FLtsGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7tgJssyRWd4/s1600-h/DSCN0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ab0FLtsGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7tgJssyRWd4/s320/DSCN0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208518770634850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ab00vqPjI/AAAAAAAAAts/kUeK5BxmegM/s1600-h/DSCN0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ab00vqPjI/AAAAAAAAAts/kUeK5BxmegM/s320/DSCN0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208531537870386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad3SKcgAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ecpqKi_ozug/s1600-h/DSCN0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad3SKcgAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ecpqKi_ozug/s320/DSCN0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210772817838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi..meet my nephew Tate..who wasn't patient enough for a tissue.  Yes, that's some sick snot hanging from his nose!  He did that and I told him we have tissues ya know.  So he asked for one...and I told him ya and grabbed the camera first..and then got him a tissue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aWpHaUpmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OWY4m_y6_xs/s1600-h/DSCN0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aWpHaUpmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OWY4m_y6_xs/s320/DSCN0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202832832079458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate a Joe's Crab Shack for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aYdTul0AI/AAAAAAAAAss/nB5gmRf3plI/s1600-h/DSCN0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aYdTul0AI/AAAAAAAAAss/nB5gmRf3plI/s320/DSCN0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442204829003141122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aYeFjjlpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/YM6y_6Elz1c/s1600-h/DSCN0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aYeFjjlpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/YM6y_6Elz1c/s320/DSCN0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442204842378630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmm Margarita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aYe9cOBgI/AAAAAAAAAs8/io7oIYXd1PI/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aYe9cOBgI/AAAAAAAAAs8/io7oIYXd1PI/s320/DSCN0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442204857380242946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aX0C6vCLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HyggXZds9CA/s1600-h/DSCN0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aX0C6vCLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HyggXZds9CA/s320/DSCN0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442204120116037810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aX08ofnEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/c321NU8No0E/s1600-h/DSCN0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aX08ofnEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/c321NU8No0E/s320/DSCN0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442204135608785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aX1ThZi7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/4fakE6JPhXI/s1600-h/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aX1ThZi7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/4fakE6JPhXI/s320/DSCN0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442204141753043890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had to take a pic of this truck on the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad3yLOdVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/okEWCRPNATA/s1600-h/DSCN0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad3yLOdVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/okEWCRPNATA/s320/DSCN0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210781411046738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the kids didn't fall asleep until about 1/2 hour from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad5WIjK4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/dVvrNpk19z0/s1600-h/DSCN0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad5WIjK4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/dVvrNpk19z0/s320/DSCN0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210808243366786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad4p5TE_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/s5EuFFRIcTk/s1600-h/DSCN0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4ad4p5TE_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/s5EuFFRIcTk/s320/DSCN0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210796368237554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the conclusion of our California adventure for Alyssa's 13th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-4068489156793283655?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4068489156793283655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-day-at-beach.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4068489156793283655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4068489156793283655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-day-at-beach.html' title='Our Day At The Beach'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4aUJmUoyDI/AAAAAAAAArk/FM7-PYnvyLU/s72-c/DSCN0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2048718868347799195</id><published>2010-02-24T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:41:32.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Adventure'/><title type='text'>Our California Adventure Part 2</title><content type='html'>On to Day 2 of our trip to California/Disneyland for Alyssa's 13th Birthday.  We got up bright and early in the morning...ok, so I got up bright and early in the morning and had to peel them out of bed...and we headed out to breakfast at Mimi's Cafe.  That's where we ate most of the time since it was the closest.  On this particular morning there was a very large group of women there eating.  It.sounded.like.a.cackling.hen.house.  We seriously couldn't hear ourselves think.  Noisy.  We thought about throwing our tabasco sauce bottles at them...it was just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyirritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I missed it in the morning when I was in the shower.  I guess Alyssa and Tate were play fighting...and she got 'em good!  That's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the majority of Day 2 at California Adventure Park, and then ended up back at Disneyland in the evening so we could ride Splash Mountain again and buy some more souvenirs.  Like we needed any more of those.  Necklace, anklet, jackets, shirts, coffee cups, hats.  We.were.broke.  Not really, but I think we funded them for a while.  We spent just over $200 on the pictures that they snap of you while you are on the rides.  We must've lost our minds.  But it's good memories, so it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Day 2 in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the nice serene beginning of the Ferris Wheel ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBN2PnmnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/sdcAPBXEHdA/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBN2PnmnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/sdcAPBXEHdA/s320/DSCN0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827430902241906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBOuBUxEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9aurhHI3SF4/s1600-h/DSCN0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBOuBUxEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9aurhHI3SF4/s320/DSCN0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827445874672706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is when it started to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBP3TBjhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lBaGr9M_FwM/s1600-h/DSCN0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBP3TBjhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lBaGr9M_FwM/s320/DSCN0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827465544699410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBPGC6EvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MbC0f9re7lU/s1600-h/DSCN0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBPGC6EvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MbC0f9re7lU/s320/DSCN0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827452323762930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not your normal Ferris Wheel people.  The cart you are sitting in goes around on it's own little track while the Ferris Wheel spins around.  Add height to it...and this is what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to get on the Hollywood Horror Tower Hotel ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VDJy4ixhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gvbxN-9Uk8A/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VDJy4ixhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gvbxN-9Uk8A/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441829560303928850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VDKarQUNI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v74dtbp6qNo/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VDKarQUNI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v74dtbp6qNo/s320/DSCN0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441829570985611474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VDKyErxXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OOS06t1d4Ac/s1600-h/DSCN0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VDKyErxXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OOS06t1d4Ac/s320/DSCN0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441829577266283890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved this ride...we rode it a few times, and at one point of time there was this guy that couldn't get up, looked like he was gonna pass out.  We were nice about it...we didn't bust up laughing until we were well out of earshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got back to the hotel we let them jump on the beds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEdnHBo9I/AAAAAAAAArM/PDjYF9eeTlE/s1600-h/DSCN0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEdnHBo9I/AAAAAAAAArM/PDjYF9eeTlE/s320/DSCN0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441831000252457938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEdGdMXhI/AAAAAAAAArE/cLWKOs_VLxE/s1600-h/DSCN0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEdGdMXhI/AAAAAAAAArE/cLWKOs_VLxE/s320/DSCN0645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441830991487065618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEbTA1SmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8-xAC0K5j8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEbTA1SmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8-xAC0K5j8Q/s320/DSCN0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441830960498035298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEb9XdzyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/bMv7_NXFLZI/s1600-h/DSCN0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VEb9XdzyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/bMv7_NXFLZI/s320/DSCN0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441830971867254562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the evenings at the hot tub and heated (ya right) pool.  The hot tub was very relaxing.  I was the only one that didn't get into the pool...it wasn't heated enough for me.  I don't know...pretty sure that I've mentioned before that I.don't.like.to.be.cold.  Jason and the kids were the only crazy fekkers in the pool.  They still had fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VHy75CmsI/AAAAAAAAArU/toVHaaj550Q/s1600-h/DSCN0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VHy75CmsI/AAAAAAAAArU/toVHaaj550Q/s320/DSCN0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834665143081666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we came to the conclusion that Disneyland is more visual than big ride oriented.  It has a ton of cool things to look at.  I was amazed by the animation and what they came up with.  And on the other hand, California Adventure Park was more ride oriented.  Loved.the.roller.coaster.  It starts of reeeeaaally fast instead of a slow start.  It's fun standing on the sidelines watching people's faces when they get shot down the track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was our final park hopping day.  Tomorrow I will post about our trip home and our stop at the beach.  There may have been some streaking involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2048718868347799195?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2048718868347799195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-california-adventure-part-2.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2048718868347799195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2048718868347799195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-california-adventure-part-2.html' title='Our California Adventure Part 2'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4VBN2PnmnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/sdcAPBXEHdA/s72-c/DSCN0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-4248933092866774188</id><published>2010-02-23T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:12:26.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Adventure'/><title type='text'>Our California Adventure</title><content type='html'>We're baaack!  Ok, so we've been back since around 10 p.m. Sunday night...but I was too frackin' tired to post yesterday.  And I also had a math and psychology test to study for...which I should be doing right now also, but um, I gotta post first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most AWESOME time at Disneyland and California Adventure and at the beach.  Huntington Beach that is.  I might have been trying to spot Tito Ortiz that lives there.  We.did.not.want.to.come.home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyfun, we were there to celebrate (be devastated over) Alyssa's 13th Birthday.  Her and my nephew Tate had no clue what was going on.  When Alyssa got home from school, we told her to go to the bathroom and get her jacket.  Her response..."I'm confused".  We get in the car and go down the road to pick up Tate.  We are getting his stuff loaded in the car, his response..."I'm confused".  So they both had the exact same response and I told them I liked them confused, they are kinda fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally decided to tell them where we were going when we were still in AZ, somewheres around 300 miles away from our destination.  And this was their response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P0RZI6lkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iR7VBMd204M/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P0RZI6lkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iR7VBMd204M/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441461354436924994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P0SApwqwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PBRo9aB8GPc/s1600-h/DSCN0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P0SApwqwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PBRo9aB8GPc/s320/DSCN0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441461365043669762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the drive there was a huge designer retaining/noise blocking wall.  Looks like it has dragon fly's all over it with some other designs.  Well....Tate was TRYING to say that the green parts on the wall looked like tentacles.  But what he ended up saying was that they looked like testicles.  Oh man, we were rollin' in laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday the 19th we spent the WHOLE day at Disneyland.  It was so much fun.  Our favorite rides there were Space Mountain and Splash Mountain.  Here are some pics of our day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First we got their faces painted...And you can see a Happy Birthday pin on Alyssa's jacket.  Everyone kept wishing her a Happy Birthday..and she's kinda shy with strangers, so eventually I noticed that pin moved south down by her pocket where it was less noticeable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2ouwigTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YVonSgeHMiI/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2ouwigTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YVonSgeHMiI/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463954400510258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Submarine ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2pDSQCUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4uQ9-DsY3tk/s1600-h/DSCN0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2pDSQCUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4uQ9-DsY3tk/s320/DSCN0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463959910615362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tate "driving" me...you see the crazy look on that boys face!  I think he was tryin' to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2pwBad6I/AAAAAAAAAok/sIx39BGeYAk/s1600-h/DSCN0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2pwBad6I/AAAAAAAAAok/sIx39BGeYAk/s320/DSCN0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463971919591330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa bustin' up cause, um, ya, she can't "drive" either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2qB7t2-I/AAAAAAAAAos/3TixcpvBE0c/s1600-h/DSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P2qB7t2-I/AAAAAAAAAos/3TixcpvBE0c/s320/DSCN0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463976727534562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason and I had to try on this crazy hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P4_4eFq5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Kym8HOZxQjY/s1600-h/DSCN0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P4_4eFq5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Kym8HOZxQjY/s320/DSCN0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441466551167724434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P5Aa5J2LI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ng6EUYE9x9c/s1600-h/DSCN0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P5Aa5J2LI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ng6EUYE9x9c/s320/DSCN0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441466560408049842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids in tha dawg pound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P5BO4GudI/AAAAAAAAApM/0aoH0_lnwDE/s1600-h/DSCN0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P5BO4GudI/AAAAAAAAApM/0aoH0_lnwDE/s320/DSCN0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441466574362294738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tate trying to weight lift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P5A7snQvI/AAAAAAAAApE/7GC6st8ioQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P5A7snQvI/AAAAAAAAApE/7GC6st8ioQQ/s320/DSCN0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441466569213821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to visit Chip N' Dale's while there...it's not what I had imagined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P6y6KcymI/AAAAAAAAApU/8X71XNqXM1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P6y6KcymI/AAAAAAAAApU/8X71XNqXM1Q/s320/DSCN0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441468527307180642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tate eatin' a naner...bwahahah...inside joke here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7lc3K_FI/AAAAAAAAApk/OPHq76fxZhA/s1600-h/DSCN0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7lc3K_FI/AAAAAAAAApk/OPHq76fxZhA/s320/DSCN0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441469395615022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was the ending to Day 1 at Disneyland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7mIdmITI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MJnMAuLoFc8/s1600-h/DSCN0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7mIdmITI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MJnMAuLoFc8/s320/DSCN0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441469407318909234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7kzPSdwI/AAAAAAAAApc/GeBBjxADQtY/s1600-h/DSCN0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7kzPSdwI/AAAAAAAAApc/GeBBjxADQtY/s320/DSCN0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441469384441886466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7l6BhPUI/AAAAAAAAAps/pr0ErN-Gs38/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P7l6BhPUI/AAAAAAAAAps/pr0ErN-Gs38/s320/DSCN0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441469403443051842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post about Day 2 at California Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-4248933092866774188?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4248933092866774188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-california-adventure.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4248933092866774188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4248933092866774188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-california-adventure.html' title='Our California Adventure'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S4P0RZI6lkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iR7VBMd204M/s72-c/DSCN0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2018323461461306151</id><published>2010-02-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:00:06.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Holy Hormonal She's A Teen</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this post early and setting it to post on Friday, cause ya know we're at Disneyland celebrating (crying over) Alyssa's 13th birthday.  I still remember the day she was born, which is pretty amazing, cause I can't remember sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyalzheimers, she was a stubborn one from the start.  We didn't know what she was gonna be cause her little hands were covering her private parts during the ultra sound.  My pregnancy was really easy with her though.  The day she was born I remember just staring at her in amazement.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  Part of this may have been because I wanted to lie still in one position cause I was in pain....but really, it's cause I was amazed by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is Alyssa's story in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Really, they are pictures of pictures because I can't figure out my scanner :)&lt;br /&gt;So sorry in advance for the poor quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3trtMt9gJI/AAAAAAAAAls/SERu2vvLPds/s1600-h/DSCN0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3trtMt9gJI/AAAAAAAAAls/SERu2vvLPds/s320/DSCN0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059399232290962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3trtxv0SxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uhCll9m17Rc/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3trukYBToI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bb1Rx9jSO3o/s320/DSCN0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059422762585730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3ts2acSVrI/AAAAAAAAAms/77KS9eUAX8s/s1600-h/DSCN0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3ts2acSVrI/AAAAAAAAAms/77KS9eUAX8s/s320/DSCN0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439060657046705842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tthrnhqEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/dkTj8SuvJaY/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tt8H7vbCI/AAAAAAAAAnM/vJAdAAwkYUs/s320/DSCN0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439061854669204514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tuUYZ5MCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/V7z_iGDX584/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tuUYZ5MCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/V7z_iGDX584/s320/DSCN0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439062271407501346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tuUydb-RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DGj6GYk7Arc/s1600-h/DSCN0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tuUydb-RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DGj6GYk7Arc/s320/DSCN0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439062278401685778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tus_VMlEI/AAAAAAAAAns/HgQ-8CUZg-Y/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tus_VMlEI/AAAAAAAAAns/HgQ-8CUZg-Y/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439062694173643842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tutYw67EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/YRLfScBHUOE/s1600-h/DSCN0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tutYw67EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/YRLfScBHUOE/s320/DSCN0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439062701000813634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tvm5sYPtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gabksgQN6do/s1600-h/p15190ta101804_26_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tvm5sYPtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gabksgQN6do/s320/p15190ta101804_26_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439063689092677330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY ALYSSA!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TO PIECES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2018323461461306151?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2018323461461306151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy-hormonal-shes-teen.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2018323461461306151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2018323461461306151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy-hormonal-shes-teen.html' title='Holy Hormonal She&apos;s A Teen'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3trtMt9gJI/AAAAAAAAAls/SERu2vvLPds/s72-c/DSCN0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-4478654952577722553</id><published>2010-02-18T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:00:03.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise Woot Woot</title><content type='html'>Ok people, the day has arrived...duh duh duh duhhhhhhhh!  Remember how I've been talking about a birthday surprise for Alyssa????!   Weeellll, as you are reading this...these people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss soon to be teen Alyssa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdraW8jDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AMTMNA-keXg/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdraW8jDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AMTMNA-keXg/s320/DSC02946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439043975371328562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew Tate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdrAeda3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ADsnNWdp7nU/s1600-h/DSC02609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdrAeda3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ADsnNWdp7nU/s320/DSC02609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439043968423521138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdr2e9ORI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nuqgWI3H-QE/s1600-h/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdr2e9ORI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nuqgWI3H-QE/s320/DSC02951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439043982921120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdqTxgrxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Jnotl-z_imo/s1600-h/DSCN0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdqTxgrxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Jnotl-z_imo/s320/DSCN0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439043956423831314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are heading here!!!!........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tgMbxt16I/AAAAAAAAAlc/RqjqINsXXkc/s1600-h/A11610126_16976857+%28DISNEYLAND%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tgMbxt16I/AAAAAAAAAlc/RqjqINsXXkc/s320/A11610126_16976857+%28DISNEYLAND%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046741710985122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tgMwLYniI/AAAAAAAAAlk/IFmYoIUrGcc/s1600-h/california-adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tgMwLYniI/AAAAAAAAAlk/IFmYoIUrGcc/s320/california-adventure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046747187355170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!  We're on our way to Disneyland to celebrate Alyssa's 13th birthday!!!!  I'm sooooo essssited!  And the best thing about it...Alyssa and Tate didn't have one clue as to what was going on.  Alyssa knew she was getting a surprise "party", but doesn't expect anything like this.  And Tate has no clue he's even involved.  So at this point in time I can't tell you their response...cause I'm writing this on Tues. and setting it to post on Thurs. afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will be arriving in Cali late on Thursday night.  And we will spend Friday and Saturday park hopping.  And then Sunday we will get up and take a trip to the beach before our trip back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHORTMAMA!!!!!!  CAN'T WAIT FOR OUR NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-4478654952577722553?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4478654952577722553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-surprise-woot-woot.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4478654952577722553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4478654952577722553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-surprise-woot-woot.html' title='Birthday Surprise Woot Woot'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tdraW8jDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AMTMNA-keXg/s72-c/DSC02946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2845701141863831635</id><published>2010-02-16T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:46:41.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.sevenclowncircus.com/%E2%80%9D" target="”_blank”"&gt; &lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="”125″" border="”0″" height="”125″" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to go waaaay back in time please...like this far back...&lt;br /&gt;This is me when I was a little (innocent)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha &lt;/span&gt; girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tZUC2hzFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MDDX3c4vbQc/s1600-h/DSCN0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tZUC2hzFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MDDX3c4vbQc/s320/DSCN0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439039175877839954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'd like to go waaaaaay back, because on Friday my oldest is going to be 13&lt;br /&gt;This is my oldest, Alyssa (left) with her friend Sadie (right) at this year's Valentine's Day Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tZ1dAXX2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/ccaeHX3GM5U/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tZ1dAXX2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/ccaeHX3GM5U/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439039749834104674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want her to grow up.  Well you know...besides those days when we fights and I can't wait until she has her own place...hehe.  But really, I don't want her to become a teen.  I've been trying to bribe her and come to some sort of negotiation with her to have her not grow up...I haven't gotten anywhere with that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://http://sevenclowncircus.com/2010/02/wordful-wednesday-6.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SevenClownCircus+%28SevEn+cLoWn+CirCuS%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Seven Clown Circus&lt;/a&gt; to participate in Wordful Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2845701141863831635?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2845701141863831635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordful-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2845701141863831635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2845701141863831635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3tZUC2hzFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MDDX3c4vbQc/s72-c/DSCN0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-957866242259013576</id><published>2010-02-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:31:05.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rIGq0oU3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/xPSvE8XexhU/s1600-h/randomtuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rIGq0oU3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/xPSvE8XexhU/s200/randomtuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438879516903101298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~S.t.r.e.s.s.  Yep, that's what I'm feeling this morning.  The two youngest kids are home sick this morning.  It's the t.h.i.r.d. t.i.m.e that they have been sick since Christmas.  It's just some cold symptoms, Jayce has a little sore throat and a little cough.  Taylor has her normal yucky cough.  She gets sick the easiest and tends to have it the longest.  Not like anytime is a good time to be sick, but right now is not too good.  Today is the first day of my psychology class, and unless Jason is going to be able to make it home, then I won't be able to attend.  So there is stress factor #1.  Stress factor #2 would be that we have the big surprise for Alyssa's birthday this week.  You know, like the pre-paid really expensive kind of surprise.  So today, I stress.  I've got them both loaded up with vitamin C...and me too for just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Friday was the valentine's party for the kids at their school, so I went to hang out.  Jayce specifically asked me to go to his party, but I had to make it to all the kids classes while there.  Here are some pics I snapped of the day...I have some I'd like to post, but they have other kids in there, and since I'm not computer savvy, I can't post them cause I don't know how to blur out the other kids faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa, Taylor and Jayce on the playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rMDBeYLfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ZRXvOr5FDVA/s1600-h/DSCN0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rMDBeYLfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ZRXvOr5FDVA/s320/DSCN0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438883852310818290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayce eyeing the kid next him that kept trying to hug Jayce and get in his space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rNIqCqgaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/CoBq0PZV4yQ/s1600-h/DSCN0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rNIqCqgaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/CoBq0PZV4yQ/s320/DSCN0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438885048611406242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor playing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rQu98CniI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KPj21dc3QQI/s1600-h/DSCN0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rQu98CniI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KPj21dc3QQI/s320/DSCN0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438889005322247714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa twirling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rQubOWSoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/faqZgXk04rc/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rQubOWSoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/faqZgXk04rc/s320/DSCN0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438888996003793538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ooh, hubby just called, he is able to make it home so I can go to class.  Less stress..yay!  Now I shall wonder if there will be anymore good college stories to tell while taking this course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link up with &lt;a href="http://http://www.theunmom.com/2010/02/over-use-of-brackets-will-lead-to.html"&gt;The Un Mom&lt;/a&gt; to join in with RTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-957866242259013576?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/957866242259013576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tuesday-thoughts_16.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/957866242259013576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/957866242259013576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tuesday-thoughts_16.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3rIGq0oU3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/xPSvE8XexhU/s72-c/randomtuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6166980004794910890</id><published>2010-02-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:35:45.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renaissance Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Valentine Funny and The Renaissance Festival</title><content type='html'>This Valentine's Day Jason and I decided to stay home and celebrate.  He cooked me both breakfast and dinner.  We also had bought a gift for eachother.  I bought him a Cabela's Big Game Hunter game for the Wii.  I was thinking along the lines of "love"...well, he loves to hunt, so now he can do it indoors too!  And then it came time to open my gift...and this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some jammies that say "Gimme Some Sugar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oIQp3GWrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1iUmP3xLL7w/s1600-h/DSCN0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oIQp3GWrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1iUmP3xLL7w/s320/DSCN0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668582211181234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we both started busting up laughing at the same time.  I think he meant it for both ways...as in "gimme some lovin" and also in the sense that I'm a sugaraholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I took the kids to the Renaissance Festival.  For those of you who may not know what that is....it's described as a trip back in time.  It is five festivals all rolled in to one giant costumed fantasy village with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twelve Stages of Continuous Live Entertainment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Outdoor Circus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Medieval Arts &amp;amp; Crafts Fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Jousting Tournament with Three Performances Each Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Day - Long Feast &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You have to have patience getting there though, because it's a long arse wait during the stop and go 5-15 mph drive.  That's due to so many people going there on a little two lane road.  Long story short, if you don't pack some patience then you may end up pissed off.  Short story made long...I was pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our time there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oQS7BcA5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/6SMOG_QBJeE/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oQS7BcA5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/6SMOG_QBJeE/s320/DSCN0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438677417270707090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the two youngest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oPbWz6nlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Dd9DHVjNvME/s1600-h/DSCN0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oPbWz6nlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Dd9DHVjNvME/s320/DSCN0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676462657510994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa on the bungee jump...ponytail up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oPb72h8TI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DYHwPUWjy4M/s1600-h/DSCN0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oPb72h8TI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DYHwPUWjy4M/s320/DSCN0527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676472600588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids on an elephant...they were watching another elephant give itself a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oPbOa5fjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/amA2WwFWlBg/s1600-h/DSCN0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oPbOa5fjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/amA2WwFWlBg/s320/DSCN0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438676460405095986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their elephant wanted to join in on the water play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oRklUDbUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6WnsOFtUI6I/s1600-h/DSCN0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oRklUDbUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6WnsOFtUI6I/s320/DSCN0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438678820192480578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a professional photographer, so click on the pics to see better detail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6166980004794910890?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6166980004794910890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-funny-and-renaissance.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6166980004794910890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6166980004794910890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-funny-and-renaissance.html' title='Valentine Funny and The Renaissance Festival'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3oIQp3GWrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1iUmP3xLL7w/s72-c/DSCN0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6396177344375998036</id><published>2010-02-12T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:42:41.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>Now I have thanks to give to two ladies who have given me awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first award comes from Mimi @ Living in France. We've been stalking each other for a while now...she's a funny fekker...keeps me entertained. Sounds like I'm giving her the award or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the award that she has bestowed upon me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3TAcIbzNjI/AAAAAAAAAik/HjQSpuDavX0/s1600-h/lofv-awardhotpantsandvalentine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3TAcIbzNjI/AAAAAAAAAik/HjQSpuDavX0/s320/lofv-awardhotpantsandvalentine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437182239675987506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ;"&gt;The rules are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ;"&gt;Name 6 things I am master of. Like you don't already know...duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ;"&gt;And then pass it on to 6 bloggers that are master of friendship and making blogging so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay, so here are the six things that I am a master of...let me take a moment to make some things up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm the master of LMFAO when my husband asked what I'm a master of, and then he told me I'm a masterbator. Bwahahahahaaaaaaaaa. But don't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;~I'm a master of getting plenty of sleep yet feeling like I'm not well rested.  I'm a serial napper....love it.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm a master of grounding myself to my room when the kids are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;~I'm a master of diving head first into things that might intimidate me, kinda like public speaking, and then getting pissed off and regretting it later. Think first dangit.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm the master of the state fair. Rides, cotton candy, old tyme photos, cotton candy, BBQ, cotton candy, lemonade and cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;~I've mastered being the kinda girl that's not so much a girly girl...Imma let's get out and play in the dirt kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the 6 bloggers that I will pass this on to...I'm going to pass it on to some of the newer blogs that I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://http//www.arizonamamma.com/"&gt;Arizona Mamma @ Our Daze in the Desert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;a href="http://http//imwatchingairplanes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph @ Watching Airplanes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://http//thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shell @ Things I Can't Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://http//my-kitchen-sink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy @ Everything But The Kitchen Sink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://http//www.copmama.com/"&gt;Cop Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://http//houseofcline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alicia @ It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the second award that I received comes from &lt;a href="http://http://massholemommy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-received-beautiful-blogger-award-from.html"&gt;Mass Hole Mommy&lt;/a&gt;.  We're still kinda new to each other, so that's awesome that she thought of me!  Thank you much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3baLShifFI/AAAAAAAAAis/hb6Yqdak_Kk/s1600-h/beautifulbloggeraward%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3baLShifFI/AAAAAAAAAis/hb6Yqdak_Kk/s320/beautifulbloggeraward%5B4%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437773487582379090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...here are the rules to receive the Beautiful Blogger award:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank &amp;amp; link to the person that gave you the award!&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass this award onto 15 bloggers you’ve discovered &amp;amp; think are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;3. Contact said Blogs &amp;amp; let them know they've won!&lt;br /&gt;4. State 7 things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me first start by saying that there's no way in sam heck that I have the patience right now to pass it on to 15 bloggers and then link up to them all.  Mmm mmm.  I can't follow all the rules all the time, so that one is gonna have to go by the wayside this time....if you only knew how long it took me to pick and link on the last award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will state 7 things about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm a sugaraholic...but I'm not supposed to be since I'm hypoglycemic.  I'll take a little bit of tea with my sugar please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm kinda two-sided.  I can be a really quiet, shy, introverted kinda girl.  Or I can get all out crazy and say/do some pretty wild things.  (Be quiet Shortmama, you have no stories to tell on this subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I found working as an emergency dispatcher less stressful than raising kids ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I got caught smoking in 2nd grade...it cured me from ever wanting to smoke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have a love/hate relationship with my hair.  I like it when it's short, cause it's sassy.  But I'd love to have it really long, but the longer it gets the thinner it looks.  I do have a lot of hair, but it's very fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I used to be a little scrapper when I was young...young as in before the third grade.  I grew up in the ghetto until the third grade, so you had to.  So every fight that I've ever been in was before the 3rd grade.  I got kicked off the bus for beating up the boys at the bus stop, ya know, stuff like that.  Now I don't care to, I like to avoid drama and confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm an outdoors kinda girl.  Love camping, hiking, boating, quad riding, swimming.  Fun, adventurous, peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the awards ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6396177344375998036?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6396177344375998036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/awards.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6396177344375998036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6396177344375998036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3TAcIbzNjI/AAAAAAAAAik/HjQSpuDavX0/s72-c/lofv-awardhotpantsandvalentine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-4761017224064557351</id><published>2010-02-11T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:38:01.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Follow'/><title type='text'>Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://one2try.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Follow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm participating in Friday Follow again, which is hosted by &lt;a href="http://http://one2try.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-follow-join-us-for-week-5.html"&gt;One 2 Try&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://http://heartsmakefamilies.com/2010/02/friday-follow-a-celebration-of-followers-5-2/"&gt;Hearts Make Families&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://http://www.middayescapades.com/2010/02/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers_12.html"&gt;Midday Escapades&lt;/a&gt;.  If you are looking for more followers and looking to find some blogs that that you might like to follow, then link up with the hosts, follow the directions and join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-4761017224064557351?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4761017224064557351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-follow.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4761017224064557351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4761017224064557351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-follow.html' title='Friday Follow'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8947845908187878534</id><published>2010-02-11T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:02:46.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Dear Someone Thursday...where you tell anyone and everyone whatcha thinking, be it good or bad.  If you would like to participate, then link up with mah freeend Shortmammy, heheha, at &lt;a href="http://http//familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-someone.html"&gt;Family of Shorts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Crazy Mother Trucker...at Walmart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off the drugs man.  You kinda creeped my kids out by continuously and angrily yelling the F bomb for whatever reason while you were trying to maneuver your big rig outta the parking lot.  Maybe you should've rolled your window up first before you blew up.  Yes, that was me and my kids standing there gawking at you in amusement...all that was missing was some popcorn to enjoy the freak show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who could've done without the freak show for the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Granny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad all your tests came back normal and that's there's nothing seriously wrong.  Again, this takes me back to the nurse that I'd still like to speak with that gave you fear in telling you that it "could be" cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful/protective granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear My Crazy Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Luvs You Guys!  You guys makka me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3XCTbJyI/AAAAAAAAAic/XVeFURnN_9I/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3XCTbJyI/AAAAAAAAAic/XVeFURnN_9I/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437031519037892386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3WTvLdvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oXNoIv7q-xE/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3WTvLdvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oXNoIv7q-xE/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437031506537838322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3U_BqcpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5C2toi1Y-tc/s1600-h/DSCN0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3U_BqcpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5C2toi1Y-tc/s320/DSCN0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437031483798352530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3VqJHzaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9_DsJN34_hU/s1600-h/DSCN0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3VqJHzaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9_DsJN34_hU/s320/DSCN0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437031495372361122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8947845908187878534?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8947845908187878534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-someone.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8947845908187878534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8947845908187878534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-someone.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Q3XCTbJyI/AAAAAAAAAic/XVeFURnN_9I/s72-c/DSCN0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2796183962471555151</id><published>2010-02-10T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:39:38.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday and the Dirty Bird</title><content type='html'>Today I've decided to join in with WW hosted by &lt;a href="http://http//sevenclowncircus.com/2010/02/wordful-wednesday-birthday-cakes.html"&gt;Seven Clown Circus&lt;/a&gt;.  Cause I've got a pic that I've just got to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IF YOU AREN'T INTO INAPPROPRIATE JOKES...SKIP THIS POST&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture this past weekend on our way home from Flagstaff...the pic was taken in Sedona, AZ.  The pic is of a HUGE  Rooster with some chili peppers for a necklace.  Well...my mind takes me to the gutter sometimes...ok, often...and I didn't think "rooster with hot peppers"...nope, I immediately told my husband that we ran into a huge hot c*@k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3LSVuEVCHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CEaUXd8Berc/s1600-h/DSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3LSVuEVCHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CEaUXd8Berc/s400/DSCN0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436638970774882418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2796183962471555151?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2796183962471555151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordful-wednesday-and-dirty-bird.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2796183962471555151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2796183962471555151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordful-wednesday-and-dirty-bird.html' title='Wordful Wednesday and the Dirty Bird'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3LSVuEVCHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CEaUXd8Berc/s72-c/DSCN0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6415053551294840184</id><published>2010-02-09T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:12:28.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3GG42h2_mI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1DWeMUAcGrg/s1600-h/randomtuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3GG42h2_mI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1DWeMUAcGrg/s200/randomtuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436274536481226338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I've already shared some funny college experiences since I've started this semester.  I've got another interesting moment to share.  During class yesterday there was a new student, another youngish fella.  He comes in and talks to the teacher for a minute to get updated on where we are in the class and then he takes a seat behind me.  He starts talking to the girl sitting next to him about the class and expectations.  Then.......he says that he hasn't taken classes "in like 3 or 4 years, the last time I took them was when I was in jail".  Yup, that's what he said.  So I spent the class period thinking some crazy fekker was sitting behind me.  I thought about turning around the moment he said that and pointing two fingers towards my eyes and then at him to let him know "I'm watchin' you, keep ya distance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I know some people have made new years resolutions (not me) and some have chosen a word for the year (again, not me).  But there is one thing that I would like to do.  I'd like to live like I'm dying.  I want to do more things, experience things and places I've never been to or done.  I want to go out and live it up and enjoy life and all it has to offer.  I've always been more of a homebody....I'll always enjoy the comforts of home, but I wanna get out and make some memories.  Of course...I'll have to document the memories cause I can't remember poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I.am.so.excited!  I won a book giveaway from &lt;a href="http://http//sittingonthemoodswing.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-someone-and-giveaway.html"&gt;Mag at Sitting on the Mood Swing at the Playground&lt;/a&gt;!  It's the second giveaway that I've ever won...and they both happen to be from her!  She's awesome.  And the book sounds awesome.  Here is the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Rose/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3GRVR74qiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TYjTqXvlX4U/s1600-h/mominatrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3GRVR74qiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TYjTqXvlX4U/s320/mominatrix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436286019990759970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it's not just a book...it signed by the author, Kristen Chase!  This will be the first signed book I've ever had.  Well...In a way anyways....my daughter Alyssa was put in a book by a teacher of hers.  The teacher and her husband authored and illustrated a book, and used Alyssa for one of their characters!  So cool.  Anyawesome, they signed the book for her...but I'm claiming it until she's older...like when I'm almost dead and gone older.  Anyoffsubject, I can't wait to get the book and see what it's all about.  Thanks again for the giveaway Mag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I was going to work out this morning...but a friend called and said that Denny's is having free breakfast until 2 p.m....gotta go get my free on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6415053551294840184?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6415053551294840184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tuesday-thoughts_09.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6415053551294840184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6415053551294840184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tuesday-thoughts_09.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3GG42h2_mI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1DWeMUAcGrg/s72-c/randomtuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-9108628238158860012</id><published>2010-02-08T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:41:30.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Weekend Venture</title><content type='html'>We had a blast this weekend....and we also survived the snow!  We ventured up to Flagstaff on Friday and stayed the night at Comfort Inn (I think they need to rename this hotel...Crack Inn, or maybe Noisy Inn) and then got up on Saturday to head out and play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some key points to our outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In the hallway on the way to our room, our son decides to try the door knob to another room.  They all look the same to him, he thought we were at ours.  So after he was told to leave the handles alone, we continue down the hall.  A few seconds later the said door opened, and crack lady herself pokes her head out to see who was trying to get in her room.  I explained it was our son that mistook it for our room.  The woman's hair looked like medusa and you could tell she was an addict...she probably was hallucinating that someone was out to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Usually when we stay in hotels we like to get adjoining rooms, that way we keep the door open between rooms and the kids are in one and we are in the other.  We all like it that way.  Well, this time we didn't do that.  So the 3 kids shared a queen size bed.  We were up off and on through the night with Taylor complaining about being squished.  The girl can have a sleepover on her twin bed at home with her and a friend and no room on the bed and she's fine.  But she obviously wasn't having it this way.  I finally had to threaten her to be quiet and go to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At one point we were all pillow fighting on the bed, and this turned into pinning Jason down on the bed and tickling him.  In return Jason was play biting me.  Well...Jayce didn't realize that daddy was just play biting and he thought that Jason was really hurting me.  So picture this...Jason laying on the bed, I'm sitting on his chest, the girls are by his legs....and Jayce starts crying a mad cry.  I guess Jayce made a fast move and slugged Jason in the face 4X before he could be stopped.  The girls and I were clueless to this, we just thought that maybe he got hurt while we were playing.  Nope.  So Jayce was scared and mad...and then Jason was mad cause he just got slugged in the face and didn't know why.  That was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics of our outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is when we first arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Byfi1pjfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DkMylJZtzgc/s1600-h/DSCN0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Byfi1pjfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DkMylJZtzgc/s320/DSCN0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435970636489526770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa and Jayce just went down the hill on the sled...Jayce is cryin' about the ice that went into his pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Byg2s1IaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mu9baiqF7Y8/s1600-h/DSCN0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Byg2s1IaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mu9baiqF7Y8/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435970659001115042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Alyssa getting some air on a little bump on the hill...she loves this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3BygWACkOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gG5mIJWU2Ak/s1600-h/DSCN0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3BygWACkOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gG5mIJWU2Ak/s320/DSCN0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435970650223317218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Taylor sledding down...you can't see her face very well on here...but if you could you'd be cracking up!  She had a terrified look on her face.  She's the type that gets scared but wants to do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3BygKl-jNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/X_Qev59TNSQ/s1600-h/DSCN0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3BygKl-jNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/X_Qev59TNSQ/s320/DSCN0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435970647161212114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Jason landing after going off course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0f79LODI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_OXy5WVQYjQ/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0f79LODI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_OXy5WVQYjQ/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435972842255235122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and Alyssa after going down together...again, Alyssa lovin' it and Taylor not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0gXGBjOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/lJ_ajcJpmVk/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0gXGBjOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/lJ_ajcJpmVk/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435972849540107490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0hcM-E3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/E15cl0GWESo/s1600-h/DSCN0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0hcM-E3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/E15cl0GWESo/s320/DSCN0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435972868091286386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0gyWV12I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ms9np4dU-9U/s1600-h/DSCN0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B0gyWV12I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ms9np4dU-9U/s320/DSCN0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435972856856303458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayce decided he wanted to ride down backwards so the snow wouldn't kick up in his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B1Feikz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/9nGTmljR3l4/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3B1Feikz7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/9nGTmljR3l4/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435973487194066866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really fun time can't wait until next time.  I think we didn't freeze to death this time since there wasn't any wind...so that made it enjoyable for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-9108628238158860012?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9108628238158860012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-venture.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/9108628238158860012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/9108628238158860012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-venture.html' title='Weekend Venture'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S3Byfi1pjfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DkMylJZtzgc/s72-c/DSCN0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5044251208342564595</id><published>2010-02-04T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:58:04.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Topics'/><title type='text'>Hot Topics and Snow</title><content type='html'>Today I usually do some dear someone letters, but I think I'm gonna change it up for today.  I think I'll talk about some hot topics that are out there...and whatever else may come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think the first hot topic that I've (along with the rest of the universe) heard about is in regards to Cheetah Woods.  Might as well add John Edwards in there too.  Let's just say that I AM NOT  the type that would stand by my man's side if he were to use his dipstick anywhere else.  I think I'm highly irritated to see the other (slutty) women on the news in Tiger's situation saying things such as "I loved him and I think he loved me too".  Riiiiiight...smoke another one stupid.  And some are offended at things that are being said about them, suck it up, you chose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now you've all heard about the golf balls that have been made with the "other" womens pics on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r0ntbDAwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_jsQmJ-g51A/s1600-h/52014320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r0ntbDAwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_jsQmJ-g51A/s400/52014320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434424863421039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture from google images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the women has a lawyer and is on the news stating that they need to stop being made because it will create violence towards women.  My two thoughts on this...I'd like to see Elin take you out, and I don't really think that having your hoochie face on a golf ball is going to create violence towards women.  And as for John Edwards, it was said on the news that a lot of women were hoping to see the marriage make it.  Mm'kay, I really don't get that thought process.  "Oh girl, don't leave your man, he's such a good guy, just don't you let it worry you that he's out playing house somewhere else too, be strong honey".  What the frick ever.  Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The other day here in AZ, Lt. Shuhandler from the Gilbert P.D. was shot and killed.  A long chase to pursue the two men ended with the two men being shot, but not fatally.  The news showed a fellow officer thanking the other officers for not shooting to kill the two men they were after.  He stated "because we are better than them".  I agree with that officer and his statement...yet a part of me wishes the men would've received what they handed out.  And now instead the two men get to sit in prison for the rest of their pathetic lives...and the tax payers get to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've ranted/vented...on to happier pastures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we are heading up to Flagstaff AZ to go and play in the snow and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r4Oq95ZeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T-kCYArXWP4/s1600-h/Your-Winter-Trips-Flagstaff-AZ_w609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r4Oq95ZeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T-kCYArXWP4/s320/Your-Winter-Trips-Flagstaff-AZ_w609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434428831311685090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credit: Google Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why we still choose to go and do this.  We.Hate.To.Be.Cold.  Maybe it's because the snow is sooooo pretty.  Here are some pics from last winter's fun day at the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's not really smiling...her face is frozen like that (JK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6XAv4uPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0HuFLyjuorg/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6XAv4uPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0HuFLyjuorg/s320/DSC02644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434431173620709618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's freezing...but the jacket works as a good talk a little less muffler too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6WMtZX8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/I_ke3vVa7Do/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6WMtZX8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/I_ke3vVa7Do/s320/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434431159651622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayce is under there somewhere, can't see what we're doing..not enjoying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6Wpqf_DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lSH4DkhTIiY/s1600-h/DSC02645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6Wpqf_DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lSH4DkhTIiY/s320/DSC02645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434431167424101426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me...I died from being too cold..ok, so I was really making a snow angel..that died from the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6XboWGQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Upg0FS7jUAE/s1600-h/DSC02649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6XboWGQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Upg0FS7jUAE/s320/DSC02649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434431180836837634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the only two that enjoyed the not right temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6X2BkI3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/CqUDWc4QbUc/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r6X2BkI3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/CqUDWc4QbUc/s320/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434431187921937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to do it all again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5044251208342564595?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5044251208342564595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-topics-and-snow.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5044251208342564595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5044251208342564595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-topics-and-snow.html' title='Hot Topics and Snow'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2r0ntbDAwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_jsQmJ-g51A/s72-c/52014320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6523655735100861285</id><published>2010-02-03T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:27:02.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>You Didn't Just Say That</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I wasn't going to post today since I've been a little busy...math class, getting my (brand new) cracked windshield replaced and hanging out with my jackass..aka hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanted to share a story about this stooopid kid in class today.  Our class lasts for an hour and 15 minutes.  An hour into class right in the middle of the instructor explaining a math process, this guy decides it's ok to say "isn't it time to go now".  The instructor advised him that no it's not, there's still 15 minutes of class left.  He then decides to take it a step further and say "well I want to go now".  The instructor then says "then go".  But like a dufus he just continues to sit there...and mope.  I sat there floored...thinking to myself "are you freaking kidding me?!".  What a spoiled, ignorant and disrespectful little prick.  Just another reminder of certain families that raise their kids to think that they are owed everything and that the world revolves around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few times where the instructor also mentioned how her college math students decide to just skip problems like fractions and word problems on tests because they don't do their homework and don't take time to understand what they are doing.  I hope, no, I know that I am raising my kids to put effort into what they do.  I'll be darned if I'll settle for my kids slacking off and being dipwads in college because they don't feel like putting the effort in.  If that kids parents have to pay for his education, they ought to be highly disappointed in him....and if he's getting a free grant, he definitely doesn't deserve it with that kind of effort and behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6523655735100861285?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6523655735100861285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-didnt-just-say-that.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6523655735100861285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6523655735100861285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-didnt-just-say-that.html' title='You Didn&apos;t Just Say That'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1811534282456909806</id><published>2010-02-02T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:24:51.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2g2YzZM80I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpYIrxXg6YE/s1600-h/randomtuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2g2YzZM80I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpYIrxXg6YE/s200/randomtuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433652750163178306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Yesterday's post was about getting busted while driving.  Well, seems like I forgot this one time...in band camp (JK)...when we had a run in.  We, as in my hubby and I and Alyssa was with us.  Yup, this is one of those "I told you so" moments that I still cherish.  We had just left from watching some bull riding, and a little ways down the road my hubby decides he has to go pee really bad.  Mm'kay, there's a few stores coming up in a few minutes, we'll hit one of those.  Nope, he needs to go now he doesn't want to wait.  So after a little arguing back and forth...me telling him he could get ticketed for it, him saying no way...I finally pull off a side dirt road.  He gets out and is doing his disgusting thing.....and what happens next is absofreakinlutely comical...a cop pulls over a DIFFERENT vehicle and then end up parked right behind us.  Jason by this time has a deer in the headlights look on his face, I'm cracking up hysterically in the truck and Alyssa is in the back seat pretty much horrified I'm sure.  So after Jason finished he got back in the truck...and he looks at me like "you've got to be effin kidding".  I at this point am still laughing but trying to muffle it since I see the officer walking up to my driver side window.  But for the life of me I can't get my ear to ear smile to disappear.  I roll down my window, the officer peeks his head in and takes a look at Jason and says "everything come out alright".  Jason's red and embarrassed, I'm still grinning, Jason said "yes".  The officer asks what we were doing *duh* and Jason explained how we just left from watching the bull riding and he really had to go.  The officer then asks if we'd been drinking....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert my best serious are you crazy face here&lt;/span&gt;...and I tell the officer no.  That part wasn't too funny.  Jason had one beer while there and I didn't have anything. Nada.  So anysober, we were sent on our way without a ticket.  I think Jason learned his lesson........and I'm loving the way he learned it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Something must be wrong with me...I'm enjoying my math homework.  But this might change starting Wednesday when we begin fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Have I mentioned that I don't like the cold..bring on the heat?  Ya, well, maybe I should embrace the cool a little more or invest in some sweat suits and some warming socks, bras and underoos.  After getting our heating bill for around $160.  That's not normal...but I've been heating up the house more than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Yesterday at the kitchen table Alyssa burped and then said "excuse me, but I feel better now".  So then Jayce said "well I don't feel better, I didn't feel bad to begin with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to participate in RTT, then link up with &lt;a href="http://http://www.theunmom.com/2010/02/maybe-kelp-pills-will-replace-pinecone.html"&gt;The Un Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1811534282456909806?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1811534282456909806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tuesday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1811534282456909806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1811534282456909806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2g2YzZM80I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpYIrxXg6YE/s72-c/randomtuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7167502604085702321</id><published>2010-02-01T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:40:32.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busted...Behind The Wheel'/><title type='text'>Busted...Behind The Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2brD-X6JRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7EdL4HT5t24/s1600-h/pull_ovah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2brD-X6JRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7EdL4HT5t24/s320/pull_ovah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433288453984494866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm'kay...today I am going to do a Meme hosted by &lt;a href="http://http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-meme-monday-goody-goody-gas.html"&gt;SupahMommy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://http://mommybrainnw.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-meme-what-stop-sign.html"&gt;MommyBrain&lt;/a&gt;, and the prompt is copied straight from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell us about a time you got pulled over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If there are too many times to chose just one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;slow the f down&lt;/strike&gt; give us a list of your top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If you've never been pulled over &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(seriously?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;tell us what you've done in your car that could get you pulled over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(didn't mean that to sound so racy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If you're a goody two-shoes to the nth degree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell us a funny story involving a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so here's my story(s)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OFFENSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time that I ever got pulled over was, er, about 6 years ago.  I had a new Hyundai Tiburon at the time, and I really should've became friends with cruise control back then.  But anyspeed, I was driving down the way with my husband, which back then we were pretty much in  a new relationship, so we was just datin'.  The posted speed was 65 and I was going just under 80.  Now that's not the norm for me.  The norm for me is to go 5 mph over the limit...just on the freeway though.  So...next thing I know I see an officer behind me, lights not on yet.  Jason notices too...and he also notices that I'm not slowing down.  So he asks the obvious "well aren't you going to slow down".  To which I reply, nope, he already caught me, no sense in trying to hide it.  So then the lights eventually come on, I get pulled over, get asked to step to the back of the car...I'm thinking I'm gonna get grilled, and then the officer asks me how long I've had the car (I think the temp tags were still on it, not sure on that though).  So anyways,  the officer got done questioning me and then sent me on my way...ticketless.  I was happy, but Jason was like "what did he take you to the back of the car for??...he probably just wanted to flirt with you and you didn't even get a ticket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND OFFENSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually last year.  The kids had the day off, so I was taking them to go shopping and watch a movie.  Just hanging out.  Again, cruise control should be my friend.  As we were driving down the freeway I obviously wasn't paying attention to my speed (again).  As I was going down this hill (which is why I was speeding I'm sure...ok, not really cause he was pretty much at the top of the hill) there was an officer in the median.  I saw him pull out...this time I chose to slow down...something along the lines of I'm going 88 in a 75 told me it wouldn't be pretty if I didn't slow down.  For some reason this time I was a little nervous, as opposed to my first time.  Maybe it was due to how fast I had actually been going, and the fact that I did have the kids with me, in which they weren't taking it too well...worried kids + fielding questions like "are you going to jail mommy" = stress.  So after I got it through to them to please SHUT IT, we all stressed less, or at least more quietly.  This time I got a ticket.  But he was nice enough to not give me a felony citation due to my speed, he took it down to civil.  Very nice I officer...well, after I get past the little detail of being pulled over to begin with.  So I get my ticket I start pulling back on to the freeway...and my son decides to tell me "you better be telling dad about this"  in a very matter-of-fact tone.  Hmm, I done been told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been cured of not paying enough attention to my speed...the fine and the online class did me in.  Now quit effin honking and me and go around already...I'm not speeding up for yo' a$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7167502604085702321?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7167502604085702321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/bustedbehind-wheel.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7167502604085702321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7167502604085702321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/bustedbehind-wheel.html' title='Busted...Behind The Wheel'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2brD-X6JRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7EdL4HT5t24/s72-c/pull_ovah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1263195718394851086</id><published>2010-01-31T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:14:10.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting To Know You'/><title type='text'>Getting To Know You</title><content type='html'>Before I start the questions...I just have to say that I just got home from my niece's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's.  Let's just say lesson learned...hell to the naw way will I ever hold my kids parties there.  What's better than a b-day party with a bunch of kids running around?....why, that would be a bunch of kids multiplied by about 7 birthday parties all in one place....in a not so big building.  Ahh, so happy I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Keely at &lt;a href="http://www.mannland5.com/2010/01/getting-to-know-you_31.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Mannland5+%28MannLand5%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;MannLand5&lt;/a&gt; has posted some Getting To Know You Questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you iron your sheets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absofreakinlutely not.  Not gonna happen, wouldn't be prudent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your dream car is....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dodge Viper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you have an innie or an outie belly button?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An innie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What meal do you look forward to the most..breakfast, lunch, or dinner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I look forward to any of them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Favorite mascara?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear mascara...so no fave for mwah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you say your decorating style is..traditional, modern, eclectic, country, french country, shabby chic, etc..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, guess it would be a little contemporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever been skinny dipping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, dipped that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. I hate the smell of...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...guess that would be citrus trees.  And it's not so much that they smell bad, but I know as soon as I get a whiff of them that my allergies are gonna go psycho on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1263195718394851086?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1263195718394851086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1263195718394851086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1263195718394851086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting To Know You'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8241821575339933471</id><published>2010-01-29T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:51:16.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Follow'/><title type='text'>Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://one2try.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Follow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back for another round of Friday Follow.  If you are interested in gaining more followers and would like to find some other blogs to follow...then link up at &lt;a href="http://one2try.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-follow-join-us-for-week-3.html"&gt;One 2 Try&lt;/a&gt; and follow the directions.  There are 3 bloggers hosting Friday Follow...but it will all be explained to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a quick note for those who have been following and know about my career change and back to college...and my fear of math...I passed my first math test...got 14 out of 15 questions!  Yay!  Ok, so really, the test was just addition, subtraction, multiplication and division...I already knew while testing that I was going to miss a division one.  Guess it's not bad for having a fear of math &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;not having done any math in 13+ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of grades...yesterday was parent/teacher conferences and my kids all did really well.  Alyssa got High Honors for her very first time, Taylor is one C shy of Honor Roll, and Jayce got all Excellent's and Satisfactory's (kindergarten grading system).  I'm proud of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8241821575339933471?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8241821575339933471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-follow_29.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8241821575339933471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8241821575339933471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-follow_29.html' title='Friday Follow'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7432769286687637066</id><published>2010-01-28T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:13:51.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Classmate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I'm thinking it might be kinda easy and better lookin' if you either bought some pants that weren't so long or have them altered instead of cutting out an upside down U shape in the back and letting the front flap over your feet completely covering them.  I give you and A+ for individuality though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who was distracted by your, umm, invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear A Certain Someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I don't really care if you have a different opinion than me, that's just how the world works.  But....what is really worse here...a tattoo (in which I have three and am not ashamed) OR a prejudiced religious person being prejudiced against people with tattoo's?  Can't you just be religious without the prejudice, or is that asking too much of you?  I suggest you get off your high horse and not insinuate that people with tat's are evil...cause believe me, it's the prejudice that's gonna bring that on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman you've pissed the eff off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Next Month,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hurry!  I'm soooooooo ESSSITED for the surprise that we're giving Alyssa for her *gasp* 13th birthday.  I can't believe that my 1st born is going to be a teenager soon!  'Scuse me..I may need some Tylenol and to lie down now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To participate in Dear Someone letters, link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone_27.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7432769286687637066?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7432769286687637066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone_28.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7432769286687637066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7432769286687637066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone_28.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6577213948510528200</id><published>2010-01-27T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:34:41.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight...Round 1'/><title type='text'>Why I Oughtta....</title><content type='html'>Well the day has finally come.  The date: 1/26/10.  The place: school playground.  The grade year: Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE EVENT OF THE YEAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2Ba-hSrcII/AAAAAAAAAe8/GoTC6MEffis/s1600-h/boys-fighting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2Ba-hSrcII/AAAAAAAAAe8/GoTC6MEffis/s320/boys-fighting3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431441180743921794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image credit: Google Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE OFFENDED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2BbyYoU12I/AAAAAAAAAfE/MR_u1Fh0VTI/s1600-h/027118745_22_Color_8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2BbyYoU12I/AAAAAAAAAfE/MR_u1Fh0VTI/s320/027118745_22_Color_8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431442071771993954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ACTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jayce got smacked in the face on the playground...&lt;br /&gt;His reaction...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you sucka..it's on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make this little boy mad...it's on like donkey kong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6577213948510528200?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6577213948510528200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-oughtta.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6577213948510528200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6577213948510528200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-oughtta.html' title='Why I Oughtta....'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S2Ba-hSrcII/AAAAAAAAAe8/GoTC6MEffis/s72-c/boys-fighting3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7514559700210919022</id><published>2010-01-26T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:32:00.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S18A78X9nLI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_tIObFupZBY/s1600-h/randomtuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S18A78X9nLI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_tIObFupZBY/s200/randomtuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060705451023538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have stumbled upon me, it's time for some random tidbits.    If you would like to participate in Random Tuesday Thoughts, then link up with &lt;a href="http://www.theunmom.com/2010/01/mother-nature-is-bitch-youd-think-wed.html"&gt;The Un Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I received my new swim suit that I ordered online.  I buy mine just about every year from newportnews.com.  I bought the scuba style belted swim dress.  I got junk to cover after having kids, you know, the oh boy, it doesn't look so good anymore kinda junk.  So anystretch, I think it's really cute and doesn't look like a granny suit at least even though it is a cover up suit.  But it has one flaw...the shape control really does work...I feel like I'm wearing a girdle and it's awful dang hard to breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So the temporary plate isn't even off the new vehicle that we got, and we've already got to get the front windshield replaced from a little rock hitting it on the freeway.  Boy you shoulda heard my mouth when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This new Coconut Creme coffee creamer that I'm trying right now is yummy.  I'm usually a French Vanilla girl who sporadically tries other flavors, with not much luck on finding the yummy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Is there a normal way that you're supposed to respond when you get injured?  I normally get pissed off.  Like if I stub my toe or something, it usually goes along the lines of "owww damn, stoooopid piece of s#!t.  It cracks my husband up to no end...that's just cause he's the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7514559700210919022?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7514559700210919022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday-thoughts_26.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7514559700210919022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7514559700210919022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday-thoughts_26.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S18A78X9nLI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_tIObFupZBY/s72-c/randomtuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-1187062785313245515</id><published>2010-01-25T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:18:02.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About MEme Mondays'/><title type='text'>All About MEme Mondays: Deal Breakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S14TtQ9aUmI/AAAAAAAAAes/aEK8UthXYqI/s1600-h/mememonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S14TtQ9aUmI/AAAAAAAAAes/aEK8UthXYqI/s320/mememonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430799869022982754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am participating in my first All About MEme Mondays, and today's theme is Deal Breakers.  This is hosted by &lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-meme-monday-that-theres-deal.html"&gt;Supahmommy &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://mommybrainnw.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-meme-deal-breakers.html"&gt;Mommybrain&lt;/a&gt;, so if you are interesting in this MEme, then link up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MinyaNouvelle;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MinyaNouvelle;font-size:16pt;"  &gt; List of your top 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MinyaNouvelle;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;relationship dealbreakers. ( friend, family,  in laws, etc) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MinyaNouvelle;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;or&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MinyaNouvelle;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MinyaNouvelle;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;Tell us about a time you experienced a DealBreaker.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go with "A" and list my top 5 relationship deal breakers, well, maybe not my top 5, but 5 deal breakers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Dating someone who pretends to be one way and then after a couple months you realize they are someone else entirely...and then you have to end up putting a harassment report on them because they won't.quit.stalking.you.  Yep, c-ya buhbye now, dealbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Family favoritism with my kids due to whatever reason..I don't believe that just because you have bonded more with one of my kids means that you should favor them over the others with buying them more things, and praising them more and just always doting on them.  All my kids should be loved the same by all family members even if you do think you are closer with one than the others.  This is a peaceful family deal breaker...families should always be there for each person (unless your just a complete nutcase and your family can't stand you!).  This is something that has happened in the past in our family..but is thankfully over and we can be at peace now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When I start letting my kid wear light makeup and they sneak wearing eyeliner and mascara while at school and try wiping it off before they get home...yup, that's a makeup deal breaker..kiss.it.goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We can be frenz...but if you a fake friend, then you a definite deal breaker.  Don't be fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  You go to the doctor to get "fixed" and then you end up with a tubal pregnancy cause it didn't quite work...that's a deal breaker...I was s'posed to be fixed with no possibility of the troops marching right through the battlefield!  That is an un-fixed deal breaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-1187062785313245515?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1187062785313245515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-meme-mondays-deal-breakers.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1187062785313245515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/1187062785313245515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-meme-mondays-deal-breakers.html' title='All About MEme Mondays: Deal Breakers'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S14TtQ9aUmI/AAAAAAAAAes/aEK8UthXYqI/s72-c/mememonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5136635136422070252</id><published>2010-01-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:13:03.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Follow'/><title type='text'>Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartsmakefamilies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I participated in Friday Follow, which is hosted by 3 wonderful bloggers, and the results were fantastic.  So if you are ready to find some new blogs to follow and in turn get new followers, then link up &lt;a href="http://www.heartsmakefamilies.com/2010/01/friday-follow-celebration-of-followers_22.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HeartsMakeFamilies+%28Hearts+Make+Families%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and find out how to participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to a few different topics for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Arizona, and right now there's something funky crazy going on.  You see, here in AZ we're used to the sun shining and good temperatures...unless you're here in say July and August, then you might think you've landed in hell.  But these past few days we have experienced about 3 rounds of rainfall, or snow if you're in Northern AZ.  It rained here all.day.long yesterday.    The news reported that the area just a few mines north of us got 6.75" of rainfall yesterday.  That's unheard of around here!  Here are some pics that I took of our normally bone dry river..and I do mean it is normally dry, no watta whatsoevah.  I think that it's safe to say that our normally parched state is no longer dying for a drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These first two pics were taken 1/21/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLlqzAcUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZItfwU8vyeE/s1600-h/DSCN0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLlqzAcUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZItfwU8vyeE/s320/DSCN0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429594673775669570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLlO4fcXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5Bh6j4XD8ck/s1600-h/DSCN0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLlO4fcXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5Bh6j4XD8ck/s320/DSCN0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429594666282479986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these two were taken 1/22/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLkpk69mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/88OiFXyqJO0/s1600-h/DSCN0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLkpk69mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/88OiFXyqJO0/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429594656268285538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLkKwDttI/AAAAAAAAAds/huZJwNIXRGM/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLkKwDttI/AAAAAAAAAds/huZJwNIXRGM/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429594647993497298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the rain to stop now mmmkay?  But..it's still supposed to continue to rain through today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last topic for the day....yesterday I posted how I was gonna kick Jillian Michael's butt during a workout....that didn't include the other girl that is in the fitness video..cause umm, hell naw I can't do what she's doing!  She crazy...but I think it's a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nOE-ZEBsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DoptnNSOqjM/s1600-h/DSCN0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nOE-ZEBsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DoptnNSOqjM/s200/DSCN0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429597410634761922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nOFQ4JRFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KoieVVxXl84/s1600-h/DSCN0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nOFQ4JRFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KoieVVxXl84/s200/DSCN0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429597415596966994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5136635136422070252?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5136635136422070252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-follow.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5136635136422070252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5136635136422070252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-follow.html' title='Friday Follow'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1nLlqzAcUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZItfwU8vyeE/s72-c/DSCN0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6529918011120647791</id><published>2010-01-21T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:40:34.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to Dear Someone letters..if you would like to participate then link up with my friend &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone_21.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernail still hurts after it was bent back this morning while we were fighting over the blankets.  And it wasn't really that funny while I was hopping all over the place because it hurt...even though you say I looked like a spring and was getting some good air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your injured wifey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy you, even the grey skies since we don't get it often.  But let's not overdo it mmkay?  After dropping the kids off at school this morning I took a drive around town to see what has developed.  Our normally dry riverbed is running pretty good and in one area you can see where the water is coming out of the river and onto some people's property that live in close proximity to the river.  Now I don't even know those people, but I sure don't want to see their houses and property destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it is raining outside doesn't mean that when I open the door to let you out in the morning to go to the bathroom that you should turn around and look at me like I'm crazy and then try to scamper back instead of heading out the door to do your business.  Suck it up and get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jillian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done with this post, I'm gonna get up and kick your ass.  I'm determined to get results, but I wanna smack your happy ass in the process.  And for future reference, you should make your dvd's without any talking or sound whatsoevah..I don't want to hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1iC7QNOSkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uk_YrtITbmc/s1600-h/DSCN0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1iC7QNOSkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uk_YrtITbmc/s320/DSCN0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429233305269455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiesty Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Electricity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puhhlease do not go out during this rainy whether.  I know sometimes all it takes around here is for someone to blink and bam, you're gone.  You are doing a good job sticking around so far, please don't leave, I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who enjoys all your benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6529918011120647791?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6529918011120647791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone_21.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6529918011120647791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6529918011120647791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone_21.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1iC7QNOSkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uk_YrtITbmc/s72-c/DSCN0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5785671967638664317</id><published>2010-01-20T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:48:11.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Damn Migraines and College Crazies</title><content type='html'>I have survived the night to see another day..and my son Jayce has too.  We were up off and on all.night.long....up about every 2 hours.  Jayce had another migraine attack.  He hasn't had a bad one for many months now..so I was relieved in thinking that he had outgrown them.  They had become way less severe and more or so just a bother to him.  But last nights was a doozy.  The terrible headache (my eye hurts) was back along with the vomiting.  I'm not one to get anxiety easily, but when that boy gets a headache I'm feeling the anxiety.  I.hate.him.having.to.go.through.that.  Hate it.  This morning he woke up feeling better, but we still chose to keep him out of school today to let him rest and recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this also left me wondering what in the heck I was gonna do since today was my first day of class.  Luckily my hubby was able to stay home with him until I was done.  Whew!  So anyways, class went well today, I survived my first day in math class.  I don't think there was any reason not too since 1 it was beginning math and 2 it was only about whole numbers and placement.  Now I have some homework..and I'm actually excited about it.  I like to learn though, even if it is a subject that terrifies the living crap outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classroom wasn't overcrowded, so that was good.  And there was a good mix of people closer to my age (31) along with H.S. graduates.  You have to watch it when entering and leaving the parking lot I have learned...those little fekkers zip in/out/around like it's nobody's business.  Now I'm no slow poke by any means, but they're zipping around in there like it's the Indy 500.  You start to back out when it's clear and these are the things you are thinking as you have to keep stopping cause someone is zipping by...oh nope, not yet; oh shit, crazy ass; holy fek, they're trying to kill me, get me outta here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and there was this girl in the classroom when I first arrived, she was sharpening her pencil.  You know those old fashioned looking metal ones where you insert pencil and turn the knob.  So she gets done sharpening her pencil, goes back to her desk and sits down, immediately gets back up with the same pencil and sharpens it some more, goes back to her desk and sits, and then gets up AGAIN to go sharpen the SAME DAMN PENCIL.  WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-5785671967638664317?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5785671967638664317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-migraines-and-college-crazies.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5785671967638664317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/5785671967638664317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-migraines-and-college-crazies.html' title='Damn Migraines and College Crazies'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2105386567714153560</id><published>2010-01-19T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:01:44.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to random Tuesday...where you're welcome to spout what's on your mind and link up with &lt;a href="http://www.theunmom.com/2010/01/my-mind-is-elsewhere-but-it-has-yet-to.html"&gt;The Un Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ It is finally raining here in AZ..and the weather has left the 70 degree weather behind.  I shall miss it..but I'll take the rain.  Although, it is forecasted that we are supposed to get a lot of rain, enough to flood over a bridge that had previously experienced water all the way to the top many years ago.  I'm all for a lots of rain, just not the flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So excited for tomorrow...first day back to college, though it is a math class, and I'm not much of a math fan..but I'ma gonna tackle it anyways.  Next month I start Psychology 101. And then after class tomorrow I'm heading to my friends house that lives just down the street from the college, and we're gonna work out together to Jillian's 30 day shred.  This ought to be interesting...we're either gonna kick butt or die trying..or die laughing..one of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Back to the rain...I'm wishing it was really rainy, yet warm at the same time...I'd love to take the Polaris Ranger out and play in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Today is one of those days when it's hard to think on what to post..I'm too busy singing along to the songs on the XM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Even the man in the moon disappears, somewhere in the stratosphere...oh, sorry, I was still singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I must be crazy to still be thinking about getting a second dog.  But I really would like an American Bulldog.  I think our Roxy needs a friend.  But Roxy is the perfect pup and I don't know about changing the atmosphere around here.  Well, she's perfect in the fact that she likes to nap alot, we get along good in that aspect.  She's weird though really.  When my husband gets home from work, she gets all excited, but that excitement is aimed at me, like I'm the one that just got home.  Maybe she's all excited telling me that he's home..I really don't know.  She's kinda clingy too.  And whiny.  Ok, this isn't lookin' good for her...but I loves her none the less..she's my cuddle bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XVmxS10jI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Dk7Mr5QWj8Q/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XVmxS10jI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Dk7Mr5QWj8Q/s200/108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479787909108274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XVmQUEk_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/vpGYXHflU4U/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XVmQUEk_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/vpGYXHflU4U/s200/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428479779055899634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she needs a friend like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XW4xwKlQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mpKbujcY4Ns/s1600-h/american-bulldog-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XW4xwKlQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mpKbujcY4Ns/s200/american-bulldog-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428481196781376770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credit: Google Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2105386567714153560?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2105386567714153560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday-thoughts_19.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2105386567714153560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2105386567714153560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday-thoughts_19.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1XVmxS10jI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Dk7Mr5QWj8Q/s72-c/108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-6971713399413938406</id><published>2010-01-18T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:15:07.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend Makin&apos; Mondays'/><title type='text'>Friend Makin' Monday</title><content type='html'>Just another manic Monday, wish it was Tuesday, cause that's when the kids are back in school day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to Friend Makin' Mondays, hosted by &lt;a href="http://amberfilkins.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-mondays-projects.html"&gt;Amber @ aefilkins&lt;/a&gt;.  Today's topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the new year here, and resolutions &amp;amp; organizational goals in full force, what are some of the projects on your list? Are you working on any specific projects around the house, such as purging, organizing, craft projects, home improvement projects? Share with us! {And hopefully you'll be sharing the before &amp;amp; afters on your blogs, so we know what we can tune in for!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  The first project that already got started was planting some shrubs and such in our front yard.  We needed to do this for two reasons.  First of all, our yard is still a dirt/rock lot..no landscaping = not very enticing at all.  The second reason is to try to block our neighbors cactus that ends up in our yard, and in us, and on our outdoor swing, so every time we sit on it we end up getting poked.  So over the weekend, this is what we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1RzW-zBVhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LG_QowTOMfg/s1600-h/DSCN0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1RzW-zBVhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LG_QowTOMfg/s320/DSCN0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428090289539601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the neighbors cactus...tons of tiny little red suckers on there just waiting to invade the skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1RzXedCEZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2Kc7XQVFbLI/s1600-h/DSCN0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1RzXedCEZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2Kc7XQVFbLI/s320/DSCN0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428090298037309842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Another project is to replace some of the blinds in our house.  Now that the kids and the dog are done destroying the ones we did have.  This is coming a little at a time though...already ordered one for the living room that will come in in about a week..$138..*cough cough*, sorry couldn't breath there for a second for some reason.  The ones in the kids rooms aren't going to be this same kind though..we'll stick with the regular plastic blinds for their rooms.  It will be particularly nice to replace the ones in my sons room.  Seriously, he has a ton of bite marks all over them from when he was younger.  BITE MARKS!  It's like he was trying to bust out or something, or looking for protein..I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1R5h4LvcwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1o3m_K0toQk/s1600-h/DSCN0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1R5h4LvcwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1o3m_K0toQk/s320/DSCN0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428097073812566786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ We also have on order some ledgestones to go on the bottom of our house on the new addition.  The stem wall is just the painted bricks right now..and it needs some covering.  That is due to come in in a week also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The kids rooms are already re-painted, but still need to fill up their wall space.  You can see their new rooms &lt;a href="http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-to-enter-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Be prepared for the bright, colorful walls!  We also need to fill up the walls in almost every room of the house.  So that's a project to tackle also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ And a very important project is to get to know my camera instead of just snapping pics and hoping for a good outcome.  I love pictures, and still have to figure out how to operate our new Nikon Coolpix L100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was really done with this post, had just got done taking a picture of Jayce's bite mark ridden blinds..when Taylor came in the room to show me a project she had just got done making.  She had been trying to make a piece of cake with a candle on top of it.  I have to say she did a pretty good job...but when I saw the candle, my mind immediately went into the gutter..I'm sure you'll understand..take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1R5iZDrqdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/_jQrrwzvJ2E/s1600-h/DSCN0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1R5iZDrqdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/_jQrrwzvJ2E/s320/DSCN0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428097082637134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-6971713399413938406?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6971713399413938406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-monday.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6971713399413938406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/6971713399413938406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-monday.html' title='Friend Makin&apos; Monday'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1RzW-zBVhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LG_QowTOMfg/s72-c/DSCN0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-609561344098888394</id><published>2010-01-17T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:45:34.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Award and a Tag</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday and I'm getting ready to go out walking here soon after mah friend gets off of work.  So I'm here filling up my time until it's time to go.  It's either this or vacuum.  Blogging wins hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cool bloggy friend from &lt;a href="http://3boys1hubbywhatnext.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-me-why-thank-you-thank-you-thank.html"&gt;3 Boys + 1 Hubby = What Next?&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award!  She had sent a message saying she was gonna post it for me EARLY on the 16th.  I just had to verify that I didn't have to wake up early since I'm NOT a morning person..but you know what..I was like an excited kid and woke early anyways..just to see what it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1N8iyibxGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_lNDlBzBCJ8/s1600-h/101award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1N8iyibxGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_lNDlBzBCJ8/s200/101award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427818913035175010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So with this award I am supposed to list 10 things that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Connecting with some wonderful people in this blogoshphere&lt;br /&gt;~  Hot Cocoa and Malibu&lt;br /&gt;~  Naps&lt;br /&gt;~  Hiking&lt;br /&gt;~  Swimming&lt;br /&gt;~  Quad riding&lt;br /&gt;~  Boating&lt;br /&gt;~  Reading&lt;br /&gt;~  Watching my kids be silly&lt;br /&gt;~  Making memories with friends/family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm supposed to pass it on to 10 people...for those of you that don't like to get awards (I know you're out there), stop cussing me this instant and just take it..and for those of you that get all gushy, enjoy!  Some of these bloggers are new to me, and some I've been getting to know for awhile now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://notfriggenpossible.blogspot.com/"&gt;one CrazyAssMomma&lt;/a&gt;   Love her title!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://www.copmama.com/"&gt;Cop Mama&lt;/a&gt;   Woot Woot to emergency service personnel!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://welaughuntilwecry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laugh Until You Cry&lt;/a&gt;   Sweet Girl!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://4livinginfrance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Living in France&lt;/a&gt;   She's fekken funny!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://tattoosandteethingrings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tattoos and Teething Rings&lt;/a&gt;    Cause we've gotta lotta similarities..including same birth month, day and  year!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://www.katydidandkid.com/"&gt;Katydid and Kid&lt;/a&gt;   Cause I don't know squat about computer crap..and she's gonna be doing my button/banner for me!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://www.amberfilkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;aefilkins&lt;/a&gt;   Sweet..'nough said&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://www.yayastuff.net/"&gt;Yaya Stuff&lt;/a&gt;    Cause she's adopting and that's awesome&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.headacheshormonesandhotflashes.com/"&gt;Headaches, Hormones and Hot Flashes&lt;/a&gt;    Pure Entertainment People!&lt;br /&gt;~  &lt;a href="http://www.ina9linebind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hiding From The Kids &lt;/a&gt;  Just found this blogger...her title drug me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..the first part of this post was taking too long..so now I'm back from my walk to finish this.  And now..Kys from Stir-Fry Awesomeness tagged anyone who feels like doing this little tag..so I'm playin' along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1N8jFBkAtI/AAAAAAAAAck/rZmIk0u191E/s1600-h/Lucky+Chinese+Tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1N8jFBkAtI/AAAAAAAAAck/rZmIk0u191E/s200/Lucky+Chinese+Tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427818917997576914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, so this one's a little difficult..I don't watch too much TV&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be watching American Idol off and on&lt;br /&gt;* Oh hell..I'm just gonna skip to the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite Places to Eat and Drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Melting Pot&lt;br /&gt;*The Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;*Valle Luna&lt;br /&gt;*Chili's&lt;br /&gt;*Outback Steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;*Chevy's&lt;br /&gt;*TGI Friday's&lt;br /&gt;*Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starting back to college&lt;br /&gt;*Camping&lt;br /&gt;*Me Time&lt;br /&gt;*Time alone with my hubby&lt;br /&gt;*State Fair with the kids&lt;br /&gt;*Going to more concerts&lt;br /&gt;*Naps&lt;br /&gt;*Road Trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things That Happened Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I have to remember what happened yesterday..good luck to me..hmm, nothing really of interest to report on..moving on now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Love About Winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just start this off stating that "love" and "winter" don't belong in the same sentence..my husband loves winter though, he says that's when I actually wear clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hot Cocoa&lt;br /&gt;*Roasting marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;*The heater&lt;br /&gt;*Warm air from the heater&lt;br /&gt;*Hot air from the heater&lt;br /&gt;*Electricity that makes the heat work&lt;br /&gt;*Money that pays for electricity&lt;br /&gt;*My husband who is a hard worker that brings in the money to pay for electricity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things on My Wish List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Landscaping&lt;br /&gt;*A whole weekend away with my hubby&lt;br /&gt;*Take the kids to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;*For my kids to not become a pain in my ass when they are teens&lt;br /&gt;*To stop running into crazy ass people&lt;br /&gt;*To have an RV&lt;br /&gt;*To not have to exercise to be fit&lt;br /&gt;*White padded wall after my kids have driven me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I'm Passionate About:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Reading&lt;br /&gt;*Learning&lt;br /&gt;*Things done in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;*Success&lt;br /&gt;*Enjoying Life&lt;br /&gt;*Avoiding public speaking&lt;br /&gt;*Sugar..I love sugar&lt;br /&gt;*Making sure my family knows I love 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Words I Use Often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fek/fekker&lt;br /&gt;*Jackass&lt;br /&gt;*Honey&lt;br /&gt;*Damn&lt;br /&gt;*Hell to the naw&lt;br /&gt;*oh puhlease&lt;br /&gt;*Holy mole poop or holy hippie&lt;br /&gt;*Shut it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I've Learned From the Past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If there's a small percentage that something bad can come, it'll find me...for instance..get tubes cauterized for no more kids, end up with a tubal pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;*There really is a reason why you should wait to have kids&lt;br /&gt;*Don't pat your kids back while they are puking, it doesn't help, it's not soothing&lt;br /&gt;*If you have kids that are repeat offenders when it comes to puking in the car..bring a bucket for every.car.ride.&lt;br /&gt;*Those boys that meant everything when you are young are but mere memories&lt;br /&gt;*A part time friend is a jackass&lt;br /&gt;*Drinking = Aphrodisiac&lt;br /&gt;*Fear what the kids are talking about with their friends and what they will do in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Currently Want/Need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Massage&lt;br /&gt;*To know there will be social security&lt;br /&gt;*A girls night out&lt;br /&gt;*To download music on to my idle ipod&lt;br /&gt;*Hot tea..with lots of sugar&lt;br /&gt;*My blinds to come in from home depot&lt;br /&gt;*My neighbors cactus to quit making it's way into our yard&lt;br /&gt;*More pics with mah friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 People You Should Follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this one..I'll just say take a pick from those that I follow..whomever suits what you may be looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow along with what kys posted about who to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*This is supposed to read 8 People I'd Like To Tag.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Anybody who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-609561344098888394?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/609561344098888394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/award-and-tag.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/609561344098888394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/609561344098888394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/award-and-tag.html' title='Award and a Tag'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1N8iyibxGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_lNDlBzBCJ8/s72-c/101award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-4522061203619998292</id><published>2010-01-15T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:36:24.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Question Friday'/><title type='text'>Five Question Friday</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was reading Beth's post from Laugh Until You Cry, and she had joined in on Five Question Friday, which is hosted by &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama M. @ My Little Life&lt;/a&gt;.  So I decided to join in on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1E8ROdo7MI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q8-kFqvxu74/s1600-h/th_w6r0jk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1E8ROdo7MI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q8-kFqvxu74/s320/th_w6r0jk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427185292596014274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl04_replybody_lbl" &gt;Worst trouble you ever got into as a teenager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, let's see here.  I wasn't too terribly bad growing up.  Seriously, I grew up with my grandparents due to my parents messed up lives...so I guess you could say I saw enough trouble through them.  I think I can safely say that the worst trouble that I ever got into was that I ended up pregnant at the tender age of 17.  Yep, that wasn't too good a choice!  Love my daughter to pieces and wouldn't change a thing..but really, that's something that should've waited!  So..I was pregnant and then married at 17.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl05_replybody_lbl" &gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl05_replybody_lbl"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have NEVER been a morning person..never evah.  I'll take a little bit of sleeping in and mix it with a little bit of slow to rise please.  Guess I don't stay up too late either..we go to bed anywhere between 8-10 p.m., and then read for a while before calling it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl05_replybody_lbl" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl06_replybody_lbl" &gt;Are you a one-handed or a two-handed Texter?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl06_replybody_lbl"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, are you ready for this???  Are you seated???  Maybe you should lie down for this one.  I.Have.Never.Texted.  Not once.  I know, I know..I'm a rare species.  But I'm a SAHM, and really don't have a need to text.  I have this here computer, and my home phone and cell phone, and have never needed to text.  And..I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl06_replybody_lbl" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Democrat, Republican, or Independent..or maybe even Green Party (whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, well here's the thing with me and politics.  I don't like politics.  But...I am a registered voter..it's a requirement that comes with being a board member for a fire board.  So...when I registered, I registered as an independent because, well, I hate politics, and I don't feel like arguing for one side or the other.  That and I kinda like the sound of independent..sounds more in control to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_middlecontainer_replies_gridview_ctl02_replybody_lbl" &gt;Are you a pet person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Well, I never really used to be a pet person.  But..I now have a dog, Roxy, that I just absolutely love.  I don't know what it is with this dog..maybe it's the fact that she loves to nap just as much as I do.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I luvs this dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1FAkFEZJeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qCgTkahRfGY/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1FAkFEZJeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qCgTkahRfGY/s320/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427190014538229218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now..sometimes she can be a pain in the bootay though.  Like the time she chewed my favorite strapless bra.  I say this kind of lightly though...I hate bra's, so uncomfortable.  But anywho..and then there are the times that she maybe isn't acting quite right, or her eye is swollen or what have you...and then I worry just like she's one of my kids.  And then of course I have to get upset at her since she's makin' me worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my rendition of Five Question Friday..so long until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-4522061203619998292?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4522061203619998292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-question-friday.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4522061203619998292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/4522061203619998292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-question-friday.html' title='Five Question Friday'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S1E8ROdo7MI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q8-kFqvxu74/s72-c/th_w6r0jk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-7214688684423987900</id><published>2010-01-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:49:57.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Giveaway Winner!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty people, time to announce the winner of the &lt;a href="http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tt-100th-post-first-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;.  There were 7 people that were eligible that are followers and stated they would like to be entered.  Soooo, off to random.org I went to generate who the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~ AND THE WINNER IS ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;Jessica @ Overflowing Bookshelf!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Congratulations Jessica!  And thanks to everyone who entered.  So glad the random generator was here to help...cause after getting to know some of you guys, I definitely wouldn't have wanted to have to make a choice!  Hell to the naw way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica...please email me your address so I can get your goods shipped out to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..onto other news..today also happens to be Dear Someone letter day, and if you would like to participate in Dear Someone letters, then link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-daughtersd.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on winning my very first giveaway!  Hope you like your items and are as excited to win as I was to be giving something away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who kinda wanted to keep the flask for herself&lt;br /&gt;Excited Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop bringing the sick bug home.  You had the crap over the holidays, and now you recently had it again...and you gave it to me both times, so now I'm dealing with the sick crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who would like to lose the headache/cough/sore throat/crankiness&lt;br /&gt;Wilting Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sound really good.  Let me wrap this up and I'll be right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who is ready to cuddle up and zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-7214688684423987900?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7214688684423987900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/giveaway-winner.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7214688684423987900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/7214688684423987900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/giveaway-winner.html' title='Giveaway Winner!'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8866483407571096547</id><published>2010-01-13T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:06:10.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room Makeover'/><title type='text'>Last Day To Enter Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>For those of you interested, today is the last day to enter the giveaway!  If you missed the information on what is being given away and the rules for it, then go &lt;a href="http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tt-100th-post-first-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Make sure you leave your comment on that post to be entered.  Good luck to you that have already entered!..and please make sure that you are a follower if you enter...I think one that entered isn't a follower and would be ineligible.  But of course I'll let her know..cause I'm nice like that : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...I recently started re-decorating my kids' rooms.  While I am not finished with them, I was excited to give a pre-view of what they look like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayce's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035V0dy3YI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aQViGQnt96Q/s1600-h/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035V0dy3YI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aQViGQnt96Q/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426267279307496834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035Xh5ifbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GqfV61iK1O0/s1600-h/DSCN0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035Xh5ifbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GqfV61iK1O0/s320/DSCN0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426267308683328946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035Wd6pLKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WllC-PYomnc/s1600-h/DSCN0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035Wd6pLKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WllC-PYomnc/s320/DSCN0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426267290434350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pic is of a little boy pickin' his wedgie and it says "picky picky"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035XI8gI_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/omx-PTJdudY/s1600-h/DSCN0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035XI8gI_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/omx-PTJdudY/s320/DSCN0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426267301984871410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S036ossdIcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3v4iynM_Hn8/s1600-h/DSCN0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S036ossdIcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3v4iynM_Hn8/s320/DSCN0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426268703150645698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S036p5r4IyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_xn1UsmMq8M/s1600-h/DSCN0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S036p5r4IyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_xn1UsmMq8M/s320/DSCN0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426268723817751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S037fhHmL_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/E3Zg_LNhpfI/s1600-h/DSCN0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S037fhHmL_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/E3Zg_LNhpfI/s320/DSCN0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269644936065010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S037gQ2B_-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Z-eYm9hCib4/s1600-h/DSCN0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S037gQ2B_-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Z-eYm9hCib4/s320/DSCN0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269657747292130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S037gzr1aiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jdEjB1vZHEU/s1600-h/DSCN0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S037gzr1aiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jdEjB1vZHEU/s320/DSCN0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269667099765282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lots of wall space to fill up, but this is it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8866483407571096547?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8866483407571096547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-to-enter-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8866483407571096547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8866483407571096547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-to-enter-giveaway.html' title='Last Day To Enter Giveaway!'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S035V0dy3YI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aQViGQnt96Q/s72-c/DSCN0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-26175856593200724</id><published>2010-01-12T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:32:13.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Random TT / 100th Post!! / First Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Not only is today the day to spill the random beans, but it's also my 100th post!! Woot woot.  And also a thanks to you guys, my first giveaway!  There's lots of shiznit happenin' today.  So let's get started with the random stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Yesterday I went out shopping at a mall in the Phoenix area.  It is the mall that I grew up going to.  It was cool when I was a kid, but now I think it's just plain ghetto.  It was really ghetto back in the day, but now that I'm all growed up..I really think it's ghetto.  It is after all known to have the most car thefts at that mall.  Let me tell ya what I got to experience there yesterday.  I was out looking for the second item that I could possibly give away today, so I ended up in Spencers.  I find an item I wanted...and a Tapout shirt for me...and I get to the register to pay.  As I am paying I hear some guy behind me say Woooooowwwwwww.  Ok, let's just picture how this sounded for a moment.  It was a long drawn out wow, real low key..ya know, kinda like a stoner.  Well, it sounded really close, like someone was in mah space.  But I just ignored it and continued to pay.  That is until I heard this same person say, mmhmm, those lights are really doing things to your shirt and hair.  Now I knew it was close, and my first thought was this better be someone I know because they are literally RIGHT AT MY BACK TALKING INTO MY NECK.  So I slowly turn around and give THE LOOK and was not too excited to see it definitely was not someone that I knew..it was some furrreeak.  Dude was trippin' on the colorful small spinning strobe lights that were reflecting off of me.  I do a slow neck turn to the cashier who is frantically trying to ring me out and is giving the guy THE LOOK also and looking at me like sorry, and I'm looking at her like holy hell glad I don't have to stay in here with this nutcase.  So I pretty much just finished the transaction and got the hell outta there while he was still bantering on.  I always want to go off on those kind of people...but I don't know how they are going to respond..after all, they aren't all there obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I have not one, but two sick kids at home today.  Seriously they just.got.over.colds from Christmas time.  And tomorrow is class picture day at school, which I really don't want them to miss out on..especially since it's Jayce's first year for class pics..can't miss out on the kindergarten one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Well we traded off our 2006 Dodge Ram 2500 Sport Quad Cab for a 2010 Chevy Equinox...good bye gas guzzler.  I will really miss that truck, it was suhweet...minus needing to own an oil company to keep it going and the suspension was pretty stiff too.  I love the smoothness of the new vehicle.  Now we barely feel the bumps in the road instead of feeling like you've been picked up and moved over a couple of inches every time you go over rough patches in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I have finally enrolled in college courses.  I haven't been to college in many years.  This semester I'm taking math and psychology 101.  It's beginner math people..I fear/loathe/despise/am sickened by math.  I am now on the road to a degree in nursing.  It's gonna be a looooooong and most likely stressful road..but I'm on it.  I don't want to take a full load, I want to extend it out so I am still able to stay at home with the kids until they are older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for the giveaway.  I have learned that a lot of you out there really enjoy cooking.  I on the other hand..don't!  I.don't.like.to.cook.  Yes, I said it.  So I am giving away two items today.  The first up on the list is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back of this cookbook states "The Silver Spoon is the bible of authentic Italian cooking.  Italy's best-selling cookbook for the last fifty years, it features traditional dishes alongside specially written menus by celebrated chefs.  Now translated for the first time into English, The Silver Spoon's 2,000 recipes make it an essential classic for everyone who loves good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygTAkRVRI/AAAAAAAAAas/IvrSsX9v37E/s1600-h/DSCN0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygTAkRVRI/AAAAAAAAAas/IvrSsX9v37E/s320/DSCN0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425887899504694546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygTjAfgLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_J2oafOKWsA/s1600-h/DSCN0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygTjAfgLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_J2oafOKWsA/s320/DSCN0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425887908749869234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the giveaway is for those of you that like to sip on a little sumpin' while you're tearin' it up in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a stainless steel ladies flask.  Get wasted in style!  The back of this packaging reads "The flask has been a favorite of bad girls since the prohibition days when naughty ladies would smuggle gin hidden inside their petticoats.  Now, it's your turn to look fierce while you get f*cked up!  Made of sturdy stainless steel, this stylish 6 oz. flask makes the perfect gift for you or your favorite hip chick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygT7NapfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3wphBT0j-3c/s1600-h/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygT7NapfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3wphBT0j-3c/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425887915246527986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rules if you would like to win these two items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For an entry you have to be a follower AND leave a comment stating you would like to be entered to win.&lt;br /&gt;2. For an extra entry, post on your blog about the giveaway and rule #1, and then leave a 2nd comment letting me know that you have posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giveaway will be open for entries until the end of the day tomorrow, January 13, 2010.  Good luck to everyone!  My goal is to post the winner by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously...since this is my first giveaway I have to find out where to get that random number generator thingy so I can post it on here with the results.  So for those of you pros out there that have already been there and done that...Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least..if you would like to participate in Random Tuesday Thoughts, then link up with &lt;a href="http://www.theunmom.com/2010/01/ill-have-dreamscape-full-of-zombified.html"&gt;The Un Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-26175856593200724?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/26175856593200724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tt-100th-post-first-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/26175856593200724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/26175856593200724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tt-100th-post-first-giveaway.html' title='Random TT / 100th Post!! / First Giveaway'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0ygTAkRVRI/AAAAAAAAAas/IvrSsX9v37E/s72-c/DSCN0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3960789611684935619</id><published>2010-01-11T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:19:58.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend Makin&apos; Mondays'/><title type='text'>Friend Makin Mondays</title><content type='html'>Another day in the life of friend makin' mondays, and today's topic is about hairstyles.  Amber would like to know...If you cut your hair tomorrow, what would it look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see here, if I were to cut my hair then I probably wouldn't have much left, as it's already pretty short.  So this is what my hair looks like at this moment in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0s-V4FkNwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0xZq-rhzWIU/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0s-V4FkNwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0xZq-rhzWIU/s320/DSC03236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425498721651799810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few options that I wouldn't mind having...this first one is one that I've already had and it'll be that way again next hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0tNx3v8tHI/AAAAAAAAAak/a9cJkr4TaRk/s1600-h/victoria-beckham-tattoo-neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0tNx3v8tHI/AAAAAAAAAak/a9cJkr4TaRk/s320/victoria-beckham-tattoo-neck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425515695271883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I'd like to have if I had thicker hair...I have plenty of hair, but it's fine so looks like I don't have too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0tNxPkmeEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZjC-ib3Ia-c/s1600-h/Long+Wedding+Hair+Styles+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0tNxPkmeEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZjC-ib3Ia-c/s320/Long+Wedding+Hair+Styles+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425515684486871106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's what I'd like to have when I'm feelin' spunky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0tNxdJJX5I/AAAAAAAAAac/_dG96urGVvs/s1600-h/Punk+hairstyles+2009+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0tNxdJJX5I/AAAAAAAAAac/_dG96urGVvs/s320/Punk+hairstyles+2009+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425515688129814418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to participate, then link up with &lt;a href="http://amberfilkins.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-mondays-hairstyles.html"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; and let us know what you would do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reminder...tomorrow will be my 100th post..and my first giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3960789611684935619?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3960789611684935619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-mondays.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3960789611684935619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3960789611684935619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-mondays.html' title='Friend Makin Mondays'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/S0s-V4FkNwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0xZq-rhzWIU/s72-c/DSC03236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-680382439883391675</id><published>2010-01-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:08:06.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Dear Cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hit the friggin' road already.  No need to stay and linger awhile, please get the hint that I don't really like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff Sniff&lt;br /&gt;Snotty Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hot Cocoa and a touch of Malibu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jayce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you...you are now pronouncing and reading words!  You are really excelling this year in kindergarten, keep up the good work and don't settle into the not really wanting to do the work since you're a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your oh so happy mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Stooopid Nurse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to be telling sweet little grandmothers that you THINK they could possibly have either a bowel blockage OR cancer...and they haven't even had any testing....hence, said sweet little grandmother gets to WORRY until she gets testing.  So now she can add STRESS to not feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who'd give you an earful if I met you&lt;br /&gt;Granny's Granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have just left the house and are off to school...and I immediately cranked on the music and started dancing and shaking it to Apologize from One Republic...oh ya, the joys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Shaker Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to participate in Dear Someone letters...link up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-680382439883391675?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/680382439883391675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/680382439883391675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/680382439883391675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-someone.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8736771373289635705</id><published>2010-01-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:59:51.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I&apos;d Like To Do'/><title type='text'>I'd Like...</title><content type='html'>Since I don't ever make any new years resolutions..might as well call it "I hope, but I quit"....I instead have a few things that I would like to be able to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to go hiking more&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to take a college course&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to finish decorating my house&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to get my gas guzzler Dodge Hemi traded in on a non-gas guzzler&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to get involved in something that is more social instead of being such a homebody&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to take the kids to visit somewhere they have never been&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like a weekend away with just my hubby and me&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to finally put music onto my ipod that's been sitting in it's box for forevaaaah&lt;br /&gt;~ I would like to finally make it out to Lake Powell this summer..never been, it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots more that could make it onto this list, but I won't go on forever with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Reminder...I think I am just 3 posts away from my 100th post, which means I will be having my very first giveaway!  And to be eligible for this giveaway..all you have to do is be a follower and leave a comment requesting to be entered into the giveaway, and if you would like an extra entry then post on your blog about the giveaway and the requirement to be a follower.   That's it..done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8736771373289635705?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8736771373289635705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/id-like.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8736771373289635705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8736771373289635705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/id-like.html' title='I&apos;d Like...'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3330743792405867613</id><published>2010-01-05T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:56:15.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theunmom.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb9/superkeely/randomtuesday.jpg" alt="randomtuesday" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ We FINALLY went to bed at a decent hour last night instead of staying up all night playing the Wii.  And then...a knock at the bedroom door...our son with a stomach ache.  Goodbye early night to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  A friend of mine is going to be moving to California...I don't like it much, she's my hiking buddy.  And if I can't live by the beach and sip on some cocktails then.neither.can.she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  I bought another filing cabinet to get crap organized...it's still not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Either I'm too picky or there aren't any good options for kitchen curtains.  I've been re-decorating for a while now...hence there are no wall decorations in my living room.  My curtains that are in the kitchen were supposed to be temporary...temporary is turning out to be a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in other peep's randomness?...visit the &lt;a href="http://www.theunmom.com/2010/01/im-talking-about-actual-wrestling.html"&gt;Un Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3330743792405867613?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3330743792405867613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3330743792405867613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3330743792405867613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3713884404607735004</id><published>2010-01-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:22:02.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massage'/><title type='text'>Aaahhhhhhh....That Was Great</title><content type='html'>Well IT finally happened...I have finally gotten my very first massage.  I have only been talking about getting one for a decade now, but just never took the time to do it.  And now...I bought a yearly membership.  I think I may have really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the massage lady got done, she told me that I wasn't kidding when I said my left side is kinda messed up by my neck and upper back...pinched nerve and pain.  She said I had a pretty good size knot.  I may have drooled during the session...ok, so not really..but I'm not so sure I would've cared if I did.  I really could've fallen asleep, but I didn't do that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time she got done and told me it was time to dress again, I was really glad that my friend lives just down the street from there....my hair looked crazy...just picture Cameron Diaz in  There's Something About Mary.  Yep, massage oil (no not that other stuff!) was in my hair, and I was looking a little crazy like.  So I had to go to my friends house to wash my hair so people wouldn't be giving me crazy looks...in which I would've had to reply to them "well at least it was good!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3713884404607735004?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3713884404607735004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaahhhhhhhthat-was-great.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3713884404607735004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3713884404607735004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaahhhhhhhthat-was-great.html' title='Aaahhhhhhh....That Was Great'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-8773731927084234498</id><published>2010-01-01T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:19:43.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!!!  I fell off the radar for a little while there, but now I'm back.  I didn't even write a good bye note for when I was gone!  Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and enjoyed their new year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little of what we have been doing.  We spent Christmas here at home first and then spent time at my grandparnet's house..they live just down the road from me.  Let's see..we all got a cold here in the house.  We spent New Year's Eve at Shortmama's house.  We played the Wii all night.  Well...we half way played anyways...we were too busy cracking up to really get anywhere..but we had great fun!  I don't even know how we were cracking up so much since we weren't even tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you..on Christmas day I learned a very important lesson.  Do.Not.Wake.The.Kids.If.They.Aren't.Up.Before.Your.Excited.Booty.Is.Up.   Seriously.  I was the first person up and decided to get everyone up to enjoy the festivities of the day.  I will not do this again.  I have learned that the two youngest aren't made for getting up before they wake on their own.  It was a cat fight with attitude(taylor)/whining(jayce) all.day.long with those two.  They drove us crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little glimpse of what our Christmas looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Miss Alyssa being woken up Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oEO4O4DI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jiVETr8Q854/s1600-h/DSCN0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oEO4O4DI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jiVETr8Q854/s320/DSCN0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421955792067551282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's Taylor startled awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oD6jS7FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kbjnOBSWy0Y/s1600-h/DSCN0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oD6jS7FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kbjnOBSWy0Y/s320/DSCN0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421955786611027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's sleepy boy Jayce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oDVVok1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/OxgQKsMngKk/s1600-h/DSCN0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oDVVok1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/OxgQKsMngKk/s320/DSCN0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421955776621613906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my brother at granny's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6pljwDEWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3K7Be_q0xJ8/s1600-h/DSCN0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6pljwDEWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3K7Be_q0xJ8/s320/DSCN0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421957464117678434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jason playing our new Wii on our new TV in our bedroom...our pre-Merry Christmas to Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6pkxB2JyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MQ3wvs0Mirc/s1600-h/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6pkxB2JyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MQ3wvs0Mirc/s320/DSCN0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421957450502121250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to two Christmas parties during this time.  One for the fire department since I am on the board...and the other for my husband's company.  I have to say I was a little uncomfortable attending the one for my husband's company...I can be pretty shy when I don't know someone (even though I spit it all out here, go figure)...and I didn't know any of the people there, but they all knew at least someone there.  I must have a double personality..I'll say anything and everything in front of people I know..but put me in a group full of strangers and you can just fuhgetaboutit.  Not always..but most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..while posting up these pics I have noticed that my husband set the wrong date on the camera...geez!!!  Anywho...that was a little glimpse of our holiday..hope everyone had nothing but good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-8773731927084234498?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8773731927084234498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8773731927084234498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/8773731927084234498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/Sz6oEO4O4DI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jiVETr8Q854/s72-c/DSCN0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-3359107016658669326</id><published>2009-12-18T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:18:28.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>It's Really Friday This Time...</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's really Friday today...so if I show up at the school today for the kids awards assembly..there will really be an assembly today!  Well last night was the kids Christmas Play at school, and each classes performance went well.  My son, who is in Kindergarten ACTUALLY did what he was supposed to!  You see, last year for his pre-school graduation, they had songs to sing.  Jayce.Did.Not.Do.Any.Of.It.   Ok, so in all fairness, he was only there one day a week, and didn't have time to learn what they were doing.  And when he would catch my eye and I would motion for him to sing along..he would just scowl at me and raise up his little fist and shake it at me. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..I have to cut this broadcast short...cause I got places to be and things to do.  Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-3359107016658669326?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3359107016658669326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-really-friday-this-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3359107016658669326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/3359107016658669326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-really-friday-this-time.html' title='It&apos;s Really Friday This Time...'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2750631367423541726</id><published>2009-12-17T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:20:48.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Someone'/><title type='text'>Dear Someone</title><content type='html'>Are you ready for some letters that are addressed to people or things that will never read them?  Ok good..here we go then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kitchen Sink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you back up.  I don't enjoy the water all over the kitchen floor that is coming out of my dishwasher, because now the water is backed up to the dishwasher that wasn't hooked up right by the construction crew.  I didn't really want to call the plumber that grunts and groans and cusses and is a tad bit on the "oh hell he's here again" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who wants it all to work right..and not hear a grumbling plumber&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday, not Friday...so yes, it was pointless to show up at the school today for the awards assembly that is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman who is ready for the over-scheduled days to end,&lt;br /&gt;Going in Circles Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dog at the Humane Society,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I have seen your picture.  Now I want you.  And my husband is glad I want you..because when I first told him last night on the phone that "I fell in love today"...he was silent for a moment, he thought I meant with another man.  So...he really likes you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman whose heart you've stolen..yes, the same woman who wasn't going to get another dog&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Plumber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fee should be 1/2 price today for making me listen to you.  I'm thinking this might not be the job for you..you may be better suited to sit home and collect disability by the sounds of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman searching for ear plugs&lt;br /&gt;Irritated Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the hook-up..holla if ya hear me!  If you want to participate in Dear Someone letters..hook up with &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-someone_15.html"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2750631367423541726?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2750631367423541726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-someone_17.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2750631367423541726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2750631367423541726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-someone_17.html' title='Dear Someone'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-2844309104908855771</id><published>2009-12-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:21:07.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NieNie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy Times'/><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Woman without Coffee...</title><content type='html'>This morning I am out of coffee.  I miss the warmth and smoothness and goodness filled with French Vanilla creamer.  Good thing I'm going shopping today.  This from me, who never used to drink coffee at all a few years back, and flat out refused to make coffee at the job I was working at.  Ya, things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for this weekend to fly by.  There are just way too many things going on.  Thursday I have a board meeting to attend, and then later that evening in the Christmas play for my kids at their school.  Friday is their awards ceremony, and then the kids are let out for a two week break.  I think they should re-name that a two week torture session.  Kids home..fighting..being bored, you get the idea.  Saturday we have a birthday party to attend, and then a couple hours later we have the Christmas party to attend for the fire district.  And then...Sunday we have the company Christmas party for my husband's new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I already tell you that I'm outta coffee and I want some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I finally made it through the rest of the story on Christian and Stephanie Nielson.  Not familiar with who they are?..go &lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to Stephanie's blog.  I have followed Stephanie since her story was published in the AZ Republic here in Arizona.  Her and her husband used to live in Mesa, AZ, but they now live closer to her family in Provo, Utah.  They were in a plane crash a year ago and they both survived, but the pilot of the small plane did not.  They were the only 3 passengers on board.  They have survived, but it has been a very devastating time for Stephanie and her family.   You can find the published story &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/stephanie-nielson-intro-120609.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  This is such a heart breaking story.  I have followed her from day one since I heard about her, and will continue to do so.  The article talks about how Stephanie and Christian will have to have surgeries for the rest of their lives, so they have listed a couple of places that you could donate to help them with their medical expenses.  The following are places to make a donation...Any Bank of America branch, account No. 457010326204, in the name of Christian &amp;amp; Stephanie Nielson, or sent to NieNie, 2250 N. University Parkway, No. 4876, Provo, UT 84604.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/345/AAA9557049A5E360CBF51D6AE8CD7AEA.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6859555655916440582-2844309104908855771?l=desertrosemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2844309104908855771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramblings-of-woman-without-coffee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2844309104908855771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859555655916440582/posts/default/2844309104908855771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertrosemoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramblings-of-woman-without-coffee.html' title='Ramblings of a Woman without Coffee...'/><author><name>Desert Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaWn9vqhIqY/TGBnQ2QgnfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EkTtnEe3LX4/S220/DSCN2173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859555655916440582.post-5234325484893316564</id><published>2009-12-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:15:58.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've been released from captivity just in time for sharing some random thoughts.  Aren't you just lucky?  You're taking a little too long to answer that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished things yesterday..minus I still can't see my computer desk.  I did make a small dent in it..but then more papers got added to it.  It's an endless battle with that desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywho..on to my random way of thinking..it's kinda like having a real short attention span where you can only think of one thing for a veeeeeerrry short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~People...Santa came through for us...in the form of mom and dad...we got our Wii!!!!  I know it's not Christmas yet...but mom and dad (on the hubs side) sent something special in a card..and off to Target we went to buy our long awaited Wii.  And since Target is sooo awesome..they were giving away $30 gift cards with the purchase of the Wii, so I ended up with some new FREE shirts.  That was a great day shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It was my birthday the other day..and you know what I got?..I got a pair of Doc Martin boots from my hubby..and they came with a lovely blister on my heel.  Love the boots, hate the blister.  And I also received some money from mom and dad (on hubby's side again)..and you know what I bought with it?..a pair of Guess Jeans and..dadadadah..some buttery soft underwear..from Jockey and some other store.  And my friend &lt;a href="http://familyofshorts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shortmama&lt;/a&gt;..she made me a rum cake that turned out to be just a cake cause she was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Christmas shopping is completely done except for some sto
