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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673</id><updated>2012-03-25T20:13:51.837-05:00</updated><category term="Twitter" /><category term="children" /><category term="Dating" /><category term="Barack" /><category term="Internet" /><category term="cellphone" /><category term="Cancer" /><category term="Daycare" /><category term="thankful" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Bug" /><category term="Memories" /><category term="Wordless Wednesday" /><category term="school" /><category term="Goodbye" /><category term="Hello" /><category term="Men" /><category term="life" /><category term="Politics" /><category term="obama" /><category term="Economy" /><category term="Favorite Tweeters" /><category term="Crazy" /><category term="behavior" /><category term="first blog" /><category term="Shopping" /><category term="Love" /><category term="video" /><category term="Peace" /><category term="Work" /><category term="Alzheimer's" /><category term="Contests" /><category term="vote" /><category term="CPS" /><category term="Money" /><category term="fun times" /><category term="Hot Mama" /><category term="Silent Sunday" /><category term="Sadness" /><title type="text">Fysty Mama</title><subtitle type="html">On my honor I will try to not just rant about my life, my profession, and my child. But  I promise to add healthy lifestyle tips and pharmaceutical tidbits!!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FystyMama" /><feedburner:info uri="fystymama" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>FystyMama</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-2665340428457660724</id><published>2011-06-29T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:09:04.157-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thankful" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Favorite Tweeters" /><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday</title><content type="html">It is Wordless Wednesday, but a new MOG I met on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minister Hanchell &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/TWH_PhD"&gt;@TWH_PhD&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has also appropriately named it Soul Winning Wednesday!&amp;nbsp; There has been a lot of POWERFUL PRAYER this past week through internet based connections!&amp;nbsp; Since I have been so fortunate to just fellowship with others through the blogging and twitter use, I want to bask in this PEACE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sxV3DjhbRg/TgsVe1T1E2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HQD6TNeqJm8/s1600/IMAG0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sxV3DjhbRg/TgsVe1T1E2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HQD6TNeqJm8/s320/IMAG0096.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day just try something new, it doesn't have to be a&amp;nbsp;big or death defying act.&amp;nbsp; It is that&amp;nbsp;step in Faith that moves you closer to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FystyMama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-2665340428457660724?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/PB_a1eBumiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2665340428457660724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=2665340428457660724" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/2665340428457660724" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/2665340428457660724" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/PB_a1eBumiA/wordless-wednesday.html" title="Wordless Wednesday" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sxV3DjhbRg/TgsVe1T1E2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HQD6TNeqJm8/s72-c/IMAG0096.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2011/06/wordless-wednesday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-7836740603517300103</id><published>2011-06-18T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:12:52.271-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bug" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Favorite Tweeters" /><title type="text">Twitterbug Baby!</title><content type="html">I have been bitten by the &lt;u&gt;Twitterbug&lt;/u&gt;! This&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;overwhelming, time snatching program&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;has spread like a&amp;nbsp;virus and has infected by entire lifestyle!&amp;nbsp; I talk with #hashtags and even when I send an email, I use the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;@person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;format,&lt;/span&gt; even though I know the message will not suddenly appear in their inbox.&amp;nbsp; I know I am late, but I was "one of those" that would &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; do something like "tweet"...Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through snooping on various peoples TLs (timelines) I found that Tweetdeck allows me to not only view what is going on in my Twitlife, but also my facebook life!!! WoW! I also added the app to my phone, so I am never without a wonderful update on someones life!&amp;nbsp;I can only blame the&amp;nbsp;virus, as twitter&amp;nbsp;overtakes me and makes me scroll through my timeline for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still very careful with my information, but found that this format allows me to be nosey and no one even knows the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add-Twitter&amp;nbsp;is not only for snooping!&amp;nbsp; I have also found&amp;nbsp;a lot of &amp;nbsp;positive things that happen via the many connections one makes on Twitter.&amp;nbsp; I have had prayer, learned of exciting events in my town, and found information that was very beneficial to my Facebook friends.&amp;nbsp; One person I am following even said there have been several Twitmarriages and Twitterhookups!&lt;br /&gt;POWERFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fystymama"&gt;&lt;img alt="By: TwitterButtons.com" height="88" src="http://www.twitterbuttons.com/upload/images/6a2fe834b0twitter-wb-fm.png" title="By: TwitterButtons.com" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Newfound TwitterFavs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;#Tworship- This sensational idea is from Richard Mayhan or @mcProdigal.&amp;nbsp; You go to a website at the designated time and listen to Praise and Worship music and Tweet your praises.&amp;nbsp; It is awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Positive Tweets-I am following several Pastors, public speakers, and just lovers of God&amp;nbsp;which makes my&amp;nbsp;TL mindblowing. My favs thus far are (in no particular order):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;@NatalieSGrayson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@rob4scripture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@LifeVerse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@catherinefru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@visadklline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@BishopJakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@RevRunWisdom &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My News Tweeting at all times of the night and morning fav is @KevinMinott (hopefully I grow from his assistance!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Fav&amp;nbsp;Tweeter Friend (friend also IRL) but didn't know&amp;nbsp;me in the "Twitter world"&amp;nbsp;is @LittleTechGirl-Great tips for those that can keep up! I promise I am getting there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, I hope this information helps-so you too can become Twitfected by theTwitterbug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-7836740603517300103?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/tILMM2Q6h5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7836740603517300103/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=7836740603517300103" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/7836740603517300103" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/7836740603517300103" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/tILMM2Q6h5U/twitterbug-baby.html" title="Twitterbug Baby!" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2011/06/twitterbug-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-3134607727788322784</id><published>2011-06-13T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:45:20.357-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cellphone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thankful" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daycare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title type="text">It's My Daddy On The Phone</title><content type="html">It has been a hectic time in my life! DD just graduated from Kindergarten, which to most would not be a major problem, however most do not have a such a special 6 year old~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem began with DD's wonderful 6th birthday! I tell you the cost to host something at B Zone is enough to feed a small village. Nevertheless, after many days of waiting for RSVPs, on May 11&amp;nbsp;we had over 22 kids celebrate with Ms. T.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIDEBAR------&amp;gt; I think parents have to stop using RSVP on the invite and clearly state "I am paying $10 a child for this party-if you can or cannot attend let me know.&amp;nbsp; I am on Twitter Facebook and see you as we drop off our children at school/church/Girl Scouts.&amp;nbsp; I also live in a location accessible by carrier pigeons".&amp;nbsp; Maybe then we would have a decent head count before the party begins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIDEBAR #2-----&amp;gt; God Knows I am not cheap, but when did parents stay&amp;nbsp;and eat food faster than the invited children? One parent even ordered more cups from the Party HOST!!! This was not to replace the family dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cake was awesome, the magician was late, but Ms. T received over $400 in gifts and the magical (cue background angels on harps) CELLPHONE!&amp;nbsp; YES my DD's wonderful father gave her the ultimate gift that trumped all other gifts.&amp;nbsp; DD even asked me "So where is your present for me mommy?"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&amp;nbsp;That is when the drama began&amp;nbsp;my DD became a monster.&amp;nbsp;She would wake up in the morning and call everyone and anyone that would answer.&amp;nbsp; Her older sister said "I will call you back in 5 minutes".&amp;nbsp; DD watched the clock feverishly-waited 5 mins and called her back.&amp;nbsp; After checking the call log I found that she actually redialed that number 6 times within 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad calls and we hear "Its My Daddy on the Phone ring tone" over and over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the midst of my complaining, I was soon provided&amp;nbsp;the overall reason why I let her keep the phone.&amp;nbsp; On May 17, 2011, DD called me from the van of her aftercare provider (thank God I was in my office) and told me the driver left her in the van alone.&amp;nbsp; We talked for about&lt;u&gt; 5minutes&lt;/u&gt; while she described the location and tried to spell the store he had gone in. I remained calm (again the GRACE of GOD) so she would be calm and when he returned I hung up and proceeded to contact him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as you may know, I do overreact sometimes, but I had "heard" from DD that he would step away from the van, but he always said he remained in view of the van and she was fine.&amp;nbsp; Today I had proof that he was not in eyesight and was gone a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him (again still calm) and asked if he had left DD in the van.&amp;nbsp; When he immediately yelled instead of answering the question, I received my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD did not return-Thank God for the cellphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-3134607727788322784?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/ogctZuvLqhk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3134607727788322784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=3134607727788322784" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/3134607727788322784" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/3134607727788322784" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/ogctZuvLqhk/its-my-daddy-on-phone.html" title="It's My Daddy On The Phone" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-my-daddy-on-phone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-999708975864141384</id><published>2010-03-01T06:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:48:25.249-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CPS" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title type="text">New Year-New Me!</title><content type="html">It has been a loooong while since I have had the opportunity to write, blog, or even sit without some nagging voice or email pulling me away (damn google alert lab)! It is time for me to come back as I have had so many things happening that I just can't tell it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My DYS-Darling younger Sister-for those thinking son, is getting married in less than 2 months. This is important to share as we just began planning. I say we because---WE (mom/me) had to jump in because ummmm... time was passing and she just sent out save the date notices (last week)??? Nevertheless, I must chronicle that adventure because it has been a laugh riot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am transitioning from the Creamy Crack to au natural! It has been a challenge, but in the Tiana voice&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/S4u2T-Y7GWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u6qZtQLJ7uo/s1600-h/tiana-the-princess-and-the-frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443645028888680802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/S4u2T-Y7GWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u6qZtQLJ7uo/s200/tiana-the-princess-and-the-frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I'm Almost There"!  I have my test locs in and have to share my journey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, as the DD gets older, I am slowly realizing I am old!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DD tests for the CPS gifted program and we are waiting and PRAYING for the results to favorable!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've got a lot of work to do, so strap in and away we go!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-999708975864141384?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/EiWmS57grwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/999708975864141384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=999708975864141384" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/999708975864141384" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/999708975864141384" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/EiWmS57grwk/new-year-new-me.html" title="New Year-New Me!" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/S4u2T-Y7GWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u6qZtQLJ7uo/s72-c/tiana-the-princess-and-the-frog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-year-new-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-4078979745227630994</id><published>2008-12-18T20:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:14:22.907-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title type="text">Now Tell Me Who Is Crazy?</title><content type="html">Early in October my darling child and I were shopping and she professed with all the strength and air in her lungs, that she &lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt; this doll as we browsed the aisles of Walmart. I laughed and told her that she had a doll like this one, and she quickly replied no I don't I need the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331903877727138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUsPYoeRw6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EZCn3ziKwNE/s320/BABYPOTTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me explain. "Baby Alive Learns to Potty" is the item that caused this massive outburst in the middle of Walmart. The doll mommy purchased last year was "Baby Alive Sip and pee" or something like that. All that I know is this wonderful purchase was out of a six dollar pack of pampers before we even finished cleaning up wrapping paper last Christmas. So a definite NO was in my heart and mind about bringing Baby Alive #2 into my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me tell you why I am questioning my sanity at this point in my life. Remember, that doll was not in any plans in my life. Yet, my child didn't receive that memo so she has repeated the fact that she wants "baby potty" to every living soul that would listen. Not to mention every trip to Wallys we hear about "baby potty".  Her D daddy (d can mean darling or damn or dumbass at any point in time, so I will often refer to him as such) asks what is this she keeps talking about because he will get it for her for Christmas.  My child excitedly brings him the Super Deluxe Toys R Us book and shows him everything she wants. And because "daddy" is a super hero with all power to do and get anything she wants, my child believes that she is getting all of the toys because she told "daddy". I prayed he would for once handle his business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, I received a free shipping coupon for Toys R US and they have a promotion for the "baby pott" bonus pack, with extra food and pampers. I call DD and ask him does he have the doll and he said " I got it". His words verbatim. I again asked and he said I will go get it myself don't worry about it. So I let it go. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLUE #1 I know better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two weeks ago (still no doll purchased by DD) I go to Wallys and the manager says he cant keep baby potty on the shelf. I say oh no. It is over. I go to the TRUS website, the promotion is gone and so is the doll. Sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Target sold out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walmart sold out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amazon.com has doll but for over $100 for the chocolate, 20$ for the Caucasian (a whole other story). This alerts me to the fact that "everyone" wants this doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So finally I call Toys R US and they have had none, but have a truck coming in, and to call back in the morning. I call at 6am they have 10 and cannot hold the doll. I get myself and daughter dressed thinking how will this work? I arrive at TRUS 2 hours later and find the aisle and there are &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;chocolate "baby potty" dolls. I start screaming because I am fed up!! I could have had the doll a couple of months ago for 20-30 dollars cheaper and this was not my d@#^ gift!! DD said he could do it himself. Knowing what I know, I couldn't let my baby down, so I took over as usual. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLUE #2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So while I am screaming a lady says just buy the Hispanic doll it is close enough. She said that's t he one she has and it will have to do. &lt;em&gt;LET ME JUST mention, I am in no way saying that I don't like the Caucasian or Hispanic toys, or respect the people and cultures. I just want the baby to resemble my baby.&lt;/em&gt; So a friendly associate helps look for the doll especially since I just called 2 hours prior and it was 8am!! So she finds one &lt;em&gt;I clap and dance and point her to the register. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CLUE #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was my child doing at this point, you ask? Upon entry into TRUS she went into an "I want this frenzy". Yes she was in the aisle as I freaked out, but she was so busy carrying the Hispanic version, she was oblivious to anything I was doing. So as we left to pay for this overpriced toy, she never saw go to the register, she realized there was nothing for her in my hand. She had to leave the Hispanic "potty" and got nothing. So of course she goes into a fit about how "mommy's mean" saying "I don't want you" and I just carried her to the register, saying something about Christmas and bad girls. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Clue #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still bought the doll and extra food without her knowing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So again, I say tell me who is crazy? I have all the clues, but didn't stop myself from going over the edge. First, I am frugal and always buy in advance. I have toys in my closet for future birthday parties, so why I didn't grab stupid "baby potty" when she was 30$ instead of 60$ is beyond me. Secondly, this is not my d#$% gift!!. Lastly, I firmly believe in discipline and chuckle a little bit when I see the other parents and meltdowns in toy stores. Usually I can look at Miss Thing and the madness will stop. I don't know who or what that was in TRUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully, my foolishness can help you notice your own strange behaviors and prevent you from going over the deep end of in this Christmas madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She better like this Doll. 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This has been a long tumultuous affair that has left me hopeful, and unusually happy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058859694961346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SRE_Iy2kMsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5O07a4QBFQ/s320/DNCdrinks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that my feelings were exposed during this campaign, as I felt this land that we "sometimes" love was over populated by racist and hateful people. Often the comments and criticisms about Barack had undertones of hatred and fear, and I felt as if they were directed at me. You see, African Americans have this link, this bond, that although we may have never met, seeks to unite and protect our brothers and sisters. I don't know how or where this unspoken bond began, but I know that when it is not felt-there is definitely a problem.&lt;br /&gt;So, I say all of this to say that Barack has now asked to share this unspoken bond with everyone. For although this was quite a momentous occasion for African Americans, he said it was momentous  for everyone. He was able to let go of the bitter, hateful slurs of the past, and a even asked the other party members to help him succeed. This showed me a man of true character, and although for some reason some people cannot see this (non-voters), he still acknowledges their presence and asked for their help as well.&lt;br /&gt;As I cry-&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then smile, order more t-shirts and download more campaign music, I am hopeful and thankful. Hopeful for our future, hoping that I can only be as humble, and thankful for how far we have come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-3983509169697584757?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/kC1qfDJ2mJg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3983509169697584757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=3983509169697584757" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/3983509169697584757" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/3983509169697584757" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/kC1qfDJ2mJg/yes-we-did.html" title="YES WE DID" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SRE_Iy2kMsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5O07a4QBFQ/s72-c/DNCdrinks.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-did.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-6202604346428327898</id><published>2008-11-02T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:00:55.805-06:00</updated><title type="text">OH My Nerves Cannot Take It!!</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48f7b94a8845f8a3/490e69666c367c5c/4905331bc4942126/c17f349d/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-6202604346428327898?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/6fMbOsyCL1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6202604346428327898/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=6202604346428327898" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6202604346428327898" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6202604346428327898" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/6fMbOsyCL1I/oh-my-nerves-cannot-take-it.html" title="OH My Nerves Cannot Take It!!" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-nerves-cannot-take-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-8656407487541792007</id><published>2008-10-26T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:41:08.795-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barack" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title type="text">Think about this???</title><content type="html">Obama/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; vs McCain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;, what if things were switched around?.....think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the country's collective point of view be different?&lt;br /&gt;Ponder the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obamas&lt;/span&gt; had paraded five children across the stage, including a three month old infant and an unwed, pregnant teenage daughter?&lt;br /&gt;What if John McCain was a former president of the Harvard Law Review?&lt;br /&gt;What if Barack Obama finished fifth from the bottom of his graduating class?&lt;br /&gt;What if McCain had only married once, and Obama was a divorcee?&lt;br /&gt;What if Obama was the candidate who left his first wife after a severe disfiguring car accident, when she no longer measured up to his standards?&lt;br /&gt;What if Obama had met his second wife in a bar and had a long affair while he was still married?&lt;br /&gt;What if Michelle Obama was the wife who not only became addicted to painkillers but also acquired them illegally through her charitable organization?&lt;br /&gt;What if Cindy McCain graduated from Harvard?&lt;br /&gt;What if Obama had been a member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keating&lt;/span&gt; Five?(The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keating&lt;/span&gt; Five were five United States Senators accused of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corruption in&lt;/span&gt; 1989, igniting a major political scandal as part of the larger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Savings and&lt;/span&gt; Loan crisis of the late 1980s and early 1990s.)&lt;br /&gt;What if McCain was a charismatic, eloquent speaker?&lt;br /&gt;What if Obama couldn't read from a teleprompter?&lt;br /&gt;What if Obama was the one who had military experience that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;included discipline&lt;/span&gt; problems and a record of crashing seven planes?&lt;br /&gt;What if Obama was the one who was known to display publicly, on many occasions, a serious anger management problem?&lt;br /&gt;What if Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; family had made their money from beer distribution?&lt;br /&gt;What if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obamas&lt;/span&gt; had adopted a white child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could easily add to this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these questions reflected reality,do you really believe the election numbers would be as close as they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educational Background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama:&lt;br /&gt;Columbia University - B.A. Political Science with a Specialization in International Relations. Harvard - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Juris&lt;/span&gt; Doctor (J.D.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Magna&lt;/span&gt; Cum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LaudeJoseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;University of Delaware - B.A. in History and B.A. in Political Science&lt;br /&gt;Syracuse University College of Law - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Juris&lt;/span&gt; Doctor (J.D.)&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;John McCain:&lt;br /&gt;United States Naval Academy - Class rank: 894 of 899&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii Pacific University - 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;semester North&lt;/span&gt; Idaho College - 2 semesters - general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt; of Idaho - 2 semesters - journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Matanuska&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Susitna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Colle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt; - 1 semester&lt;br /&gt;University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in Journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education isn't everything, but this is about the two highest offices &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; land as well as our standing in the world. You make the call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-8656407487541792007?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/xisBzZE5n5E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8656407487541792007/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=8656407487541792007" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/8656407487541792007" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/8656407487541792007" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/xisBzZE5n5E/think-about-this.html" title="Think about this???" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-about-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-7447214138732931884</id><published>2008-10-24T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:04:33.247-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hot Mama" /><title type="text">Single and Sassy</title><content type="html">Last weekend I went to a Male auction. Not the hot sweaty ooh aah naked type, this one was for charity. The local members of Zeta had been doing them for years and I had heard it was the place to be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260689796383805378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SQG5f1r6j8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uQs7cWu_Ic0/s320/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk in, and to my chagrin to find that yes you need real money, we would not be using "Zeta" bucks, and look in my wallet to find a single $20 dollar bill!! Unless it was to be a clearance sale, I definitely was not about to buy a bachelor, let alone a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the bachelors were walking around talking to the ladies to heighten the bids. My Soror and I talked to a few and decided to take a seat near the front so we could view the "prospects".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say we had a ball!! All of the men were educated and had beautiful teeth. There was this one gentleman that passed out roses, we all just giggled like little kids when we received one. I voted on him, but there was a relentless Zeta that wanted him too, and since I had no money (unless I leaned on my friend and Sorors) and this was their function, I conceded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was all over, the bachelors walked around again, socializing freely since the hard part was done. I decided to tell the young gentleman that I had bid for him and lost. He said he was sorry and asked if we could talk about it in detail later...WOO HOO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-7447214138732931884?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/-AqFOM4rhRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7447214138732931884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=7447214138732931884" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/7447214138732931884" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/7447214138732931884" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/-AqFOM4rhRE/single-and-sassy.html" title="Single and Sassy" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SQG5f1r6j8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uQs7cWu_Ic0/s72-c/man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/single-and-sassy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-8417921361030787784</id><published>2008-10-23T17:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:11:50.059-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title type="text">The Worst Day Ever</title><content type="html">Wednesday afternoon I received a call from my darling daughters father, mentioning that we must go meet with the Dean, because HIS child was misbehaving!! After completely panicking, because I called the school daily to receive an admission packet. I wrote a long loving letter to the school to get "THE MOST SOUGHT Teacher" in the Preschool 3 section. How could she betray me and act so badly that the entire family needs to go the DEAN? To say the least, I was crushed, yes the super POLITICO, often brazen OBAMA MAMA sat sobbing for fear my child was doomed for life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260490478010129522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SQEEN-4eXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sM9fj1d_OVQ/s320/Camera-063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pulling myself together, I called him back to find out what happened. Taylor had a small tiff over a seat and decided to hit the child and say "no no". After that she pushed a young man because he wouldn't let her go first. Lastly, the teacher reported that she put a classmate in a head lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in listening to the teacher and following up at home with the child. Too many times the educators in my family have shared stories of folks going off on them because there was a problem with their child. So the next I went to the school and talked with our teacher and she said Ms Taylor is very strong willed. She often thinks she knows it all and will not accept direction. If another child goes against her, she will pinch or hit and say "no no". After hearing that, all I could do was thank her for her time and walk away. 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Screening is when the doctor examines or breast for any abnormalities before and signs and symptoms of breast cancer have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;. The earlier any suspected tissue is found the better chances for successful treatment and eradication of any disease. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mammography&lt;/span&gt; is currently the most common screening tool used worldwide. These may be performed as part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt; health screening with your current health organization, or at local organizational rallies and promotions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Statistically&lt;/span&gt;, it has been found that routine mammography in women between the ages of 50 to 69 lowers the breast cancer risk by 30%. The risk is decreased by 17% in women below the age of 40. Unfortunately there is no evidence to support the reduction of risk in populations above 70, although it is still valuable at all ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-6922199209087888753?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/_HOWx5oCzsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6922199209087888753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=6922199209087888753" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6922199209087888753" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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/><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-low-can-you-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-6497935895584960035</id><published>2008-10-05T07:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:39:37.435-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Economy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title type="text">I Like This Bail-Out Plan</title><content type="html">This was forwarded to me, and it seems it would move the economy alot faster than the plan somewhat explained to Americans...What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Economic Recovery Plan of Birk Birkenheimer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder why this guy isn't the Secretary of the Treasury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes good sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG, etc.... OK, if you are against something, come up with a solution. Here's one to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a " We Deserve It Dividend " . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bona fide U.S. Citizens 18 +. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billion that equals $425,000.00. Give the $425,000 to every person 18+ as a "We Deserve It Dividend". Imagine the stimulus to the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let's assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it also means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 net cash in their pocket. A husband and wife has $595,000.00. Me, I'd retire tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family? &lt;br /&gt;Pay off your mortgage? Housing crisis solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repay college loans? What a great boost to new grads. &lt;br /&gt;Put away money for college? it'll be there and you get to ride the uphill market that this stimulus would give to investment, starting up new businesses, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save in a bank? That's ok, you create money to loan to entrepreneurs. &lt;br /&gt;Buy a new car? Great, you create jobs. &lt;br /&gt;Invest in the market? Nothing wrong with the basic tenet "capital drives growth". &lt;br /&gt;Pay for your parent's medical insurance? Good for the seniors and maybe health care improves. &lt;br /&gt;Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean? Or else send them to jail for a longer time. They have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces. Even the s*bs that created this mess get a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 (vote buy) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our candidates for President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult US Citizen 18+! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for AIG ? Liquidate it. Sell off its parts. Let American General go back to being American General and sell insurance. Sell off the real estate. Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it's a crazy idea that ca n never work.? The crooks who started it in Congress (and that is Dem and Republican administrations) would never go for it.&lt;br /&gt; But just imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spell Economic Boom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion better than the Wall Street "experts" who created the technology bubble and burst, and then out of their savvy wisdom, the current mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deserve the dividend more than these geniuses on Wall Street or in Washington DC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I feel so much better getting that off my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindest personal regards, &lt;br /&gt;T. J. Birkenheimer, A Creative Guy &amp; Citizen of the Republic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-6497935895584960035?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/3p1iN9u7on8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6497935895584960035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=6497935895584960035" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6497935895584960035" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6497935895584960035" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/3p1iN9u7on8/i-like-this-bail-out-plan.html" title="I Like This Bail-Out Plan" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-this-bail-out-plan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-5905593645409567930</id><published>2008-10-05T07:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:28:41.596-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sadness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title type="text">Oh REALLY!!</title><content type="html">Everyone has an opinion, that is true, but when you leave a message on a blog, you should reveal who you are, especially if you feel you are correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wait a minute, she has more political experience than Obama. Just because you haven't heard of her, doesn't mean she isn't qualified. I appreciate that she is in touch with families and cares about life issues. We're all entitled to opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 2008 7:41 AM &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was left as a comment to the previous blog, and maybe I am wrong. I have been a member of my city council for over a year...About the same length of time as Palin has been a Gov. Just speaking of the Gov experience, does that mean we have equal "POLITICAL EXPERIENCE"? I suppose a Juris Doctorate, legal and teaching experience accounts for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically....&lt;br /&gt;I have a Doctorate and I am running for vice-president of a health care organization, and a women with a BS in Journalism is running for the same position. Yet because she "cares for the people" in speeches, because none of us know the "real" candidate(not even her running mate).... Does that make her the optimal choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The republicans question this selection and even talked about dropping her from the campaign. She has never talked about leadership plans once in office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to be labled a sexist, as I am definitely against stereotyping, but Palin probably needs to be at home with her kids. I have a child that does not have special needs, and she seeks my attention continuously (to the point of draining me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am all about change, and yes I admire how quickly she moved through the political ranks. Yet, if you don't desire a position enough to critically analyse its role and historical perspectives (previous allies, party positions, etc)do you really want it? Why are they hiding her from the media? Is it because it is "gotcha journalism" and edited? Do you really think they edited the Katie Couric interview? No that was the "real" candidate, who doesn't know her own running mates history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought, would this much fanfare be afforded to the VP candidate if she were African-American?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-5905593645409567930?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/wAVtUEb5P6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5905593645409567930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=5905593645409567930" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/5905593645409567930" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/5905593645409567930" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/wAVtUEb5P6A/oh-really.html" title="Oh REALLY!!" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-really.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-2142307326642300948</id><published>2008-09-12T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:00:28.721-05:00</updated><title type="text">Failin Palin</title><content type="html">I am sorry I have been unable to write lately, as I have been overwhelmed with the whole POLITICAL RACE!! I hope this country that we live in and love cannot follow a candidate simply because she is has a vagina.  I have tried to believe and listen to her views without bias, but where did she come from?  If Obama had selected Hillary as a running mate, would she even be a blip on the political radar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it also strange, that Change is now the premise of both candidates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go-commercial is over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-2142307326642300948?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/r8HiLSirCqA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2142307326642300948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=2142307326642300948" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/2142307326642300948" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/2142307326642300948" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/r8HiLSirCqA/failin-palin.html" title="Failin Palin" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/09/failin-palin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-5504774566179185200</id><published>2008-08-29T07:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:57:23.704-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title type="text">In need for a CHANGE</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://donate.barackobama.com/page/contribute/eom1a1?source=20080829_JB_ND"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239918793605304594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SLfuYWi80RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yPKB41n1lao/s320/vid_nomask_e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt the intensity and no matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; else feels, it is truly time for a change. Change in our economy, in our school systems, and especially in the way we think. I know very few people that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achieved&lt;/span&gt; and are still successful in this period. Although I have a job in a field that "will always be needed", I struggle. Although my struggle is not as others, it still hurts me when I can't shop as much :), because I know gas is going to cost me $70 for half of the week. It hurts me when I see people with "stable jobs" lose the job because of downsizing. WHAT ELSE CAN WE TAKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cried every night of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DNC&lt;/span&gt;. YES BOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOOed&lt;/span&gt;. My child asked if I was okay, because I was crying so hard. I cried when Michele spoke about the little girl from the south side that excelled. THAT WAS ME TOO, and I know others that were not as fortunate and it was not because of lack of desire, it was due to lack of exposure and opportunity. I cried when Hillary spoke, because I know she ached, but held her position for the PARTY. How incredible? I cried when Jennifer Hudson sang the STAR SPANGLED BANNER. YES I probably needed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prozac&lt;/span&gt; too, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is regardless of Party, RACE or Gender the time is now to look at what has happened in the past 8 years and decide we have had enough. 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/><title type="text">Where are they now?</title><content type="html">I received a message here that we should never regret the past, and I had heard it several times before, but it really hit me this time. I know it is because of this mess going on, I AM A TOTAL MUSH.... Don't tell anyone, but I even cried on that ASPCA&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt937Bn40qM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt937Bn40qM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commercial. Anyway I often wonder where these people are and how are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 My preschool teacher, especially the one that didn't believe that I had to "use it" and I went on myself to prove it. Does she know I remember that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My first bus driver who on Halloween wore a Ernie face every year. Not scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 My first cat Buffy, who made my sister so jealous she would try to flush him down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 The family down the street with 7 kids, and 2 tried to be my friend and left with my Barbie clothes in the pocket? Have they been arrested yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 My first heart breaker, because I was only in 2nd grade, did I really know love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 The people that stole my dog Rocky, are they resting in hell? How do you take a 6 year old's Benji dog!! I was the only one in the neighborhood that had a Benji dog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 The 21 year old man that I began to date at 16 because he looked like Prince-I wonder if he made it home after my mother cussed him out about being "too damn old" he left really fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 The kids at RE-RE's aka Ms. Marie' s where I learned the alphabet and how to "go" in the right place successfully. I made a lot of close friends at 1-3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 My first TRAMP roommate..oops, I meant college roommate that had a man sleep in her bed in the shared room on the first night we move in. I wonder if she speaks to children on the horrible effects of (tramping)venereal disease...People love to hear from first hand experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 My 2nd college boyfriend who gave me a &lt;strong&gt;beautiful silver 350&lt;/strong&gt;, that he decided to teach me how to use in the parking lot. Of course Tramp in #9 told the resident director that I was shooting at her. I want him to know that was a great gift, and with good behavior you can come home early and immediately go get the Food stamps for you and your 4 baby's mothers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take the time and think...Do you have some people you just wonder about? Tell me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-6220941250467653593?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/ONBmfgHdlrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6220941250467653593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=6220941250467653593" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6220941250467653593" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/6220941250467653593" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/ONBmfgHdlrQ/where-are-they-now.html" title="Where are they now?" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-they-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-4471329398328217242</id><published>2008-08-14T07:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:53:56.641-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cancer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sadness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alzheimer's" /><title type="text">Mental Disease or Cancer</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SKQqlEL976I/AAAAAAAAADk/SXoQhAUCSoY/s1600-h/May+to+August08-211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234355483178823586" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SKQqlEL976I/AAAAAAAAADk/SXoQhAUCSoY/s320/May+to+August08-211.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know this is an awful topic, but facing a grandmother that is declining and often forgets even how to button a shirt, lead me to thinking about other illnesses. And I have a question? Is it better/easier to deal with cancer (and still be able to live life and think) or have dementia and at times barely exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What so you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-4471329398328217242?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/_tc0_KtlaT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4471329398328217242/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=4471329398328217242" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/4471329398328217242" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/4471329398328217242" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/_tc0_KtlaT0/mental-disease-or-cancer.html" title="Mental Disease or Cancer" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SKQqlEL976I/AAAAAAAAADk/SXoQhAUCSoY/s72-c/May+to+August08-211.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/08/mental-disease-or-cancer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956601619798673.post-3208257833535798162</id><published>2008-08-11T22:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:07:08.886-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daycare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goodbye" /><title type="text">Goodbye Good Luck and Good Riddance!!</title><content type="html">Today is payment day at my DD daycare. Since this was also the closest I could get to a 4 week notice, I decided to send my payment in a lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; card. I am happy to say that my child will be leaving this overpriced, all day television watching, cookie eating setting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALLDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Preschool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So trying to be cordial and nice, I go to hug my child and Ms. Know it ALL (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MKA&lt;/span&gt;), as we affectionately refer to the daycare owner, in my house, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; wants to know what is in the card. "OH NO-OH NO, what is that, what is that?" was gasped loudly. So I tell her that we will be leaving soon for a real school. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; shouts "which one which one, because if it is a bad one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;spoken as one word&lt;/em&gt;) tell you." All I could do was look as the passed 2 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bewilderment&lt;/span&gt; came to my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, Why do you think you know every DAMN thing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; earned this name because no matter what topic, what day or language, she will have either a story to trump yours, or has so much knowledge that she must cut you off to tell you what you must do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if I am standing at her door, with my withdrawal notice in my hand, what makes her believe any comment from her, on the school we have selected for her to attend would make any damn difference at this point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, If she was so well versed on the "good schools", why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she try to emulate them instead of putting the children in front of the Disney channel all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth, why does it cost $ 25 per child to go to Chuck E Cheese, for a field trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, why when I come early are you not home and your husband is playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while the kids nap, and tells me to hold on so he can save the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, why why why when you see me running in, do you decide to talk about some BS like your hair? Why not ever stop me to talk about the progression in my child, or how she is recognizing SIGHT WORDS, that you probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I left and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; put on NEVER WOULD HAVE MADE IT, by Marvin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Because only GOD knows, how I have made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all childcare providers, we need you and truly thank you for taking good care of our babies. Yet you MUST KNOW WHEN TO SHUT THE F UP.....Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fysty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MaMa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956601619798673-3208257833535798162?l=fystymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FystyMama/~4/qRwgPNUvH1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fystymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3208257833535798162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956601619798673&amp;postID=3208257833535798162" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/3208257833535798162" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956601619798673/posts/default/3208257833535798162" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FystyMama/~3/qRwgPNUvH1A/goodbye-good-luck-and-good-riddance.html" title="Goodbye Good Luck and Good Riddance!!" /><author><name>Fysty Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281522736795254475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEwgq0yjBlw/SUo5OpnLmII/AAAAAAAAAE4/gBh61C5O1Z8/S220/taylor825.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fystymama.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-good-luck-and-good-riddance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

