<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-398581022795192357</id><updated>2026-08-15T16:25:57.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I never lived in a castle</title><subtitle type='html'>Just on and off ramblings about life, ours and just in general.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-5843124445520300970</id><published>2010-10-01T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:03:25.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is hard</title><content type='html'>Oct 1st is always hard, but when it comes on a Friday it&#39;s even worse.  6 years ago today (on a Friday) my dad passed away from a massive heart attack.  A surprise one at that.  I miss him terribly everyday, but today and the 5th (the day he was buried) are the worst.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5843124445520300970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/5843124445520300970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/5843124445520300970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/5843124445520300970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-hard.html' title='Today is hard'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-2833534625685783544</id><published>2010-09-30T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:28:58.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah day</title><content type='html'>I haven&#39;t been feeling well lately and I&#39;m really tired of it!  Run down, tired (not the same thing), naseaus, and a few other things that I&#39;m not really going to share here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday nights are mice though.  Hubby is out of the house Thur nights and after the kidlets &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; go to sleep, it&#39;s all me.  Pop some popcorn, watch whatever I want to on tv (Chelsea lately is on right now) and play on my computer without having to get up and do this for this kid or that for that kid.  And tonight has been just as good, even with me not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is 10:30 now and I should probably go to bed.  We have to be up early to get dh and the big kids off to school, Toe and I have some running to do, ECFE class, some more running, 2 dr appts and then hurry home to get the kids.  I&#39;m hoping to get some grocery shopping in there somewhere.  We have no food in our house.  Ok, so we have food, but you actually have to find it, defrost it, cook it......stuff like that.  We have no snack food in our house.  I really need to try to keep some fruit/veggies around and ready to eat - and make sure we eat them before they spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this post has really not been about anything.  But, I did post!  LOL</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2833534625685783544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/2833534625685783544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/2833534625685783544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/2833534625685783544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/blah-day.html' title='Blah day'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-3280729410596492450</id><published>2010-09-28T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:10:12.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thankful</title><content type='html'>Or trying to. I&#39;ve been dealing with a lot of health issues lately and now Aa is not feeling well and I have his illness too and our house is a big fat mess and we have no clean clothes and this and that and and and and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I&#39;ve decided to make a little list of things that I am thankful for, hoping that will make me feel a little better and brighten my day a bit.?.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An amazing husband&lt;br /&gt;2. 3 beautiful and mostly healthy and happy children&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 sinkfuls of dirty dishes (this means we have dishes and food - since we always have dirty dishes, we must be eating)&lt;br /&gt;4. Piles, mountains, of dirty clothes (which means we have an over abundance) - and I do have a washer and dryer to fix this - just not the ambition.&lt;br /&gt;5.  A great family - support system.&lt;br /&gt;6.  A big house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being called away - Toe can&#39;t pull his pants up.  Mom to the rescue.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3280729410596492450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/3280729410596492450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3280729410596492450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3280729410596492450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-thankful.html' title='Being thankful'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-985185707281030584</id><published>2010-09-25T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:02:37.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a happy person</title><content type='html'>We had to run to Walmart for a few things.  For us, that&#39;s about a 4o minute drive, round trip.  Plus however long it takes us to shop.  Well, in that 2 hours or so (we shop slow) someone had come over to our house, went into our garage and took a bunch of our toys out (scooters, skateboards, and such). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went across the street where Tee&#39;s friend lives (she was the first one I thought might do this) to talk to her.  She said she didn&#39;t do it.  And her mom had said she hadn&#39;t been over. So...she did have a friend over though, and her friend said it was her (the friend&#39;s) little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there are 3 kids in that family (I think) and they live in a faraway town, but are in town every weekend staying with their grandparents.  The oldest must be about 6-8 and they run all over town - all weekend, always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard, to instill in my kids that they are not to touch things that aren&#39;t theirs and then this happens.  Well, on a side note, maybe that will help my kids see why they shouldn&#39;t.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/985185707281030584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/985185707281030584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/985185707281030584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/985185707281030584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-not-happy-person.html' title='I am not a happy person'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-3523195046136803249</id><published>2010-09-24T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:46:40.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Well, today is our homecoming game.  Hopefully the football field is not under water.  My older kids made sure to be dressed all in black and blue to show their support.  Though we did not do any face painting or hair dying.  I&#39;m going to take Son #2 (who we will call Toe from now on) to the homecoming parade this afternoon.  Where we will see a pretty boring lineup of some emergency vehicles (if there are any left not attending to the flooding), the band and maybe a float or two - the parades they have now are not like the ones we had when I was in high school many many moons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go to the pep fest after, then pick up Son #1 (Aa) and the Princess (Tee) and come home to do whatever until it&#39;s time for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chili and caramel rolls.  Nummy!!!  Nothing says homecoming like it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3523195046136803249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/3523195046136803249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3523195046136803249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3523195046136803249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-1089119057340247294</id><published>2010-09-23T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:52:07.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days</title><content type='html'>Hello again.  Remember me?  Probably not.  Oh well, life goes on.  And on and on.  As the kids get bigger, my time gets busier.  Wouldn&#39;t trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining right now.  It has been raining on and off (mostly on) since yesterday afternoon (dh was not a happy camper - he had rode his motorcycle to work - teehee).  I&#39;ve heard we have had anywhere from 4-10 inches and it&#39;s still coming down.  I&#39;m just glad it&#39;s rain and not snow!!  But, things are flooding.  One school in the area is closed due to high waters and no electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh is home sick, Son #1 and the Princess are at school.  I think it&#39;s a good day for me and Son #2 to take a nice long nap!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1089119057340247294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/1089119057340247294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/1089119057340247294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/1089119057340247294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-8993275577411799723</id><published>2010-03-26T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:30:47.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmother&#39;s hands</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I whine about not posting enough, and now I&#39;ve got two in one day.  Whew, I&#39;m tired.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I&#39;m starting to see my gma&#39;s hands come out of my sleeves everyday.  I&#39;ve started checking out all kinds of crafting blogs and I think I&#39;ve got a bug.  I need to redo some rooms in my house, so I&#39;ve been buying stuff to redo to put in them.  I just bought a white laundry hamper for Princess&#39;s room.  It&#39;s white wicker look with a solid wood top.  The top has a really ugly flower print shelf liner on it.  I&#39;m thinking to take that off and paint the lid white, and paint the white body of it a pale pink.  I think that will look really nice when we repaint her room this summer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8993275577411799723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/8993275577411799723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/8993275577411799723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/8993275577411799723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-grandmothers-hands.html' title='My Grandmother&#39;s hands'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-1852504078437917789</id><published>2010-03-26T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:33:43.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thespian to Lesbian and some rambling</title><content type='html'>Ok, so last night my daughter called me a thespian.  First, I thought ok, cool, I can be an actor.  Then I thought, wait a second, how does my 5 year old princess know what a thespian is?  So, i asked her what she said and she said I was a lesbian.  Ok, so how does she know that word.&lt;br /&gt;Princess, what does lesbian mean?  It means you kiss girls.&lt;br /&gt;Ok then.  How do you explain that to a 5 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s the rambling part.  I&#39;ve got friends who blog every day.  I want to do that.  Why can&#39;t I seem to?  I&#39;m on the computer often enough every day.  It would be a great place to document the lives of my children, and all the silly thing they say and do.  Heck, I&#39;d even be happy with a few times a week - and I&#39;m sure I felt the same way in November, when I posted last.  Ok, I&#39;m going to try really hard to post at least 3 times a week.  Maybe 3 times a day.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, if you really want to know, I told Princess that some girls like girls instead of boys.  She insisted that she was a lesbian because she has girlfriends.  Ok, new approach.  Princess, lesbian is not a bad word, but you are too young to use it.  So, if I hear you saying it again you will be in trouble, and we will discuss this more when you are older.  Oy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1852504078437917789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/1852504078437917789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/1852504078437917789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/1852504078437917789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2010/03/thespian-to-lesbian-and-some-rambling.html' title='Thespian to Lesbian and some rambling'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-3797659897841856318</id><published>2009-11-21T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:40:50.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring rambling</title><content type='html'>I really don&#39;t have anything special to say.  Probably nothing interesting either.  But I feel the need to blog, which I do so often, as you can tell from my past blogging.  Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I took the kids to have their pictures taken.  Why do I always think this is a good idea?   Though, I did it because a lady from my hometown is taking photography classes and needed practice -any she was possibly doing an assignment too - I&#39;m not sure.  But it was inexpensive and I was happy to be able to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids, on the other hand, weren&#39;t too happy to help out.  #1 son wanted his hair brushed a certain way, and the longer it was like that, the more he looked like Alphalpha.  So he wasn&#39;t too happy.  The Princess had to have hers brushed and was told she couldn&#39;t wear makeup for pics (no bright blue eyeshadow to go with her pretty mauve Christmas dress).  She tried to spend the whole time coloring - but we did get a few pics of her.  #2 son was mad because he wanted to stay at Aunt B&#39;s house.  But he got over it and shared his goofy smile with us the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait to get them back - I hope that the photographers editing is good though, there were a few issues.  Like, when #1 son and I had a pic taken together, it looked really nice, until we noticed a few little fingers and a yellow car driving up #1 sons back.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, my wonderful hubby is gone, to a pool tournament at a casino - bad combination, LOL - so I&#39;m trying to keep my eyes open long enough to enjoy the quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn&#39;t bore all of you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3797659897841856318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/3797659897841856318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3797659897841856318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3797659897841856318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring-rambling.html' title='Boring rambling'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-6698789487255573889</id><published>2009-11-19T08:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:46:39.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmas, Friends and Memories</title><content type='html'>Well, it&#39;s been a complicated week here in the castle.  My Gma, who is usually such a fiesty little thing, is in the hospital for the 2nd time in a month.  First she had a knee replaced (I hope she bought the extended warranty on this one), then evidently the dr cut the bone a little too far and she broke her leg.  I haven&#39;t seen her yet, but between the two of us, we can think up a good story for the break - sex on skis, something along that line.  Suggestions are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and cancer are not two words you want to hear together.  One friend of mine, who has overcome breast cancer once, has now found that she has it in her bones - though, thankfully, it is not in her brain.  Now she is ported and hopeing to go to Chicago for treatments.  Many prayers for Annie and Jack!!  Also, we just found out another family friend has been diagnosed with prostate cancer.  This friend doesn&#39;t want anyone to know about it, so no names will be disclosed - and regardless of the families feelings on the subject, I will be praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories - oh the memories.  My dad was a huge horse lover.  My very own first horse was a black and white, tall horse, I named Dice.  I rode her for many years, and she was passed down the line of sisters, until we were all done and my dad took over riding her.  I have so many wonderful memories of her and Dad, and a few painful memories (it hurts when a horse steps on you foot!).  I just found out that the family that was keeping her for us, had to put her down last week.  She had fallen and couldn&#39;t get up (sorry, no matter how sad i am, this gives me a giggle).  I just wish they had called us, so we could have come and said goodbye.  It&#39;s like losing a part of my dad all over again.  They were nice enough to save a clipping of her mane, which we will take and put on dad&#39;s grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&#39;m wrote out.  Thanks for reading!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6698789487255573889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/6698789487255573889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/6698789487255573889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/6698789487255573889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandmas-friends-and-memories.html' title='Grandmas, Friends and Memories'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-3490776418722761282</id><published>2009-08-27T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:26:06.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Times</title><content type='html'>Minnesota&#39;s Other Big Fair was last weekend.  Growing up, this was the best time of the year for our family.  My dad absolutely loved fair week.  He would save his vacation so he could take the whole week off.  We saved pop cans all year long and turned them in just before the fair, for extra spending money.  Dad would pull the camper over and we&#39;d spend the whole week and weekend over there, with our 4H projects and our horses (and even bunnies a couple years).  We would ride our horses in the games all weekend, not very often ending up with any trophies or ribbons, but with a lot of fun had.  On Saturday nights, after the horse show was over, we&#39;d all head to the midway, where we&#39;d ride some rides, play some games, win some stuffed animals, have races down the big slide and just have a grand time.  The memories I have of this time are immense and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad died, suddenly and unexpectedly.  Just like that, the backbone of our family was gone.  Husband, dad, grandpa, son, brother, friend - a lot of people were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first fair after dad died was horrid.  We bought a stall in his memory, we donated trophies in his memory and Son #1 rode lead line with someone other than his Grandpa, for the first time ever.  It was so sad.  After that fair, he started to lose interest in horses in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fast forward about 4 years - we were visiting my aunt and uncle and Son #1 was riding horse, for fun, and decided to mention to uncle that he thought it would be fun to ride in the fair again.  So, the training begins - 3 weeks before the fair - just like my dad.   Aunt and Uncle were amazing this weekend.  They brought the horse over, brought Son #1 with them to clean stalls and feed Charlie horse.  Bought him boots, signed him up for his classes.  Gma, thank her very much, paid all his riding fees, so he was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (me) was so very nervous.  He sits so well on top of that horse, but what if the horse bucks?  What if he falls off and hits his head on a rock?  What if another horse kicks his and he gets hurt.  And on and on and on.  I sat on the top of the bleachers, where very few people could see me - and proudly watched him, through my tears.  He was fantastic.  He rode in walk/trot, which is pretty much what the name says, first you walk, then you trot, then you are judged.  He did not place, but he will next year!  It had to be a close call, he was so good.  He also rode in barrels.  He did awesome, considering he was taught the pattern about 15 minutes before he rode.  On Saturday he rode barrels at just over 46 seconds.  Sunday he was able to shave 10 seconds off his time, which is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he wants to keep up.  Daughter and Son #2 also say they want to start.  I&#39;m gonna have to buy some cowboy boots I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a great weekend, though very emotional.  I&#39;m glad it&#39;s over, and I&#39;m looking forward to next year already.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3490776418722761282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/3490776418722761282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3490776418722761282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/3490776418722761282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/08/bittersweet-times.html' title='Bittersweet Times'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-976556652337572208</id><published>2009-07-10T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:12:33.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Gatherings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034247272352306&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IHbzZfcKswuIgMQ_pdXTFZOkmo7nsEjyV5X_CmuWUB4up13bmVUlLttS4sAHeFSRidhga5550w2gkMjsCsOp3mH-hYYABt0xadnERD1fLehe09GOYUCKLIVXT7wa3uBhOatWm6a4JTGb/s320/untitled.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034249847506802&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLGeisZzdm-_XRHBN9tsrbrwDYliauu0QT-VeDYuzGmBhhG8mwHKMvG21BD-lk7HMqr9VUwpHI7vdkgNJUH6djZSIkbwQht5kfFyEnm-_Yc3B5PxbVnnmpLr7tM59b285iuWubyZe1MLK/s320/untitled5.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when our ECFE class ended, we thought we should all try to get together around the same time every Friday, just so the kids could play together and we could get some adult conversation. The last couple weeks have not really worked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the kids and I went to the park by ourselves (not like it&#39;s far, right across the street), hoping someone else would show up, but not terribly upset or surprised when no one did - it had rained all night and it was pretty wet over there. So, my little guy walked around the park for about 2 seconds before he found the mud puddle. He looked at it, looked at me, then took the plunge. Didn&#39;t take him too long before he gave up jumping up and down in it and just laid down. I don&#39;t think his, or his sisters socks, will ever be white again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I wouldn&#39;t trade the dingy grey socks for anything. They had so much fun - and I had a blast just watching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it made me kind of glad that no one else showed up, because then I&#39;d have felt like I had to keep my kids out of the puddle, so no one elses kids would jump in it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey, 2 days of posts in a row - a record - LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/976556652337572208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/976556652337572208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/976556652337572208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/976556652337572208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/07/park-gatherings.html' title='Park Gatherings'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IHbzZfcKswuIgMQ_pdXTFZOkmo7nsEjyV5X_CmuWUB4up13bmVUlLttS4sAHeFSRidhga5550w2gkMjsCsOp3mH-hYYABt0xadnERD1fLehe09GOYUCKLIVXT7wa3uBhOatWm6a4JTGb/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-454506297264598334</id><published>2009-07-09T06:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:40:57.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Lazy</title><content type='html'>Well, so much has happened since I last posted.  How can I make myself be better at this?  It&#39;s something I really want to do, but just don&#39;t/can&#39;t find/make the time to get on here and do it.  It&#39;s not like it&#39;s a difficult thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But procrastination is in my dna I think.  &#39;I&#39;ll do it later&#39; seems to be my mantra.  That is one of the things that I dislike about myself.  But, after 36 years, I&#39;ve still not figured out how to change it, why I am this way, and if I can even change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make new resolutions in July?  Is it allowed?  If so, this is mine - I would like to blog, at least 3 times a week.  Daily would be better, but I&#39;m trying to be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I&#39;ve got plenty going on in my life to blog about.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/454506297264598334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/454506297264598334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/454506297264598334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/454506297264598334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-lazy.html' title='Blog Lazy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-5062213236301327895</id><published>2009-05-09T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:42:01.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toaster woes</title><content type='html'>I went to make some toast the other night, for my snack and first, the bread wouldn&#39;t stay down, then it started humming.  Now, I&#39;m not positive, but I&#39;m pretty sure my toaster isn&#39;t supposed to sing to me.  So, now it&#39;s oven toast (which is nummier anyways) until I can go and buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn&#39;t a toaster really just a tanning bed for bread?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5062213236301327895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/5062213236301327895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/5062213236301327895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/5062213236301327895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/05/toaster-woes.html' title='Toaster woes'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-6310422325920045714</id><published>2009-05-07T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:03:32.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and busy days</title><content type='html'>Wow, today went so quickly.  I was so busy.  Went to PT at 7:30 in the morning.  That&#39;s just an outrageous time of day to be out and about.  Yes, I know most people are on their way to work at that time, but not me - I&#39;m usually barely out of bed.  Babysitting, running all over the county, company and trying to purge excess household junk = one very very messy house and one very very tired mommy!!!  So, nothing got done again today - until MY Mommy came.  She&#39;s the best.  She did my dishes, swept my floor, played with my kids.  She is wonderwoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, had part one of &quot;the talk&quot; with Son #1.  It went well, but the kid does crack me up.  He was more concerned with wanting to skip rocks on the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids got to bed almost an hour and a half past their bedtime, I bet tomorrow is going to be one long, rough and whiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it&#39;s midnight and I&#39;m still up, enjoying the quiet that I&#39;ve not heard all day.  I better get to bed or I&#39;m going to be the one that&#39;s whiny.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6310422325920045714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/6310422325920045714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/6310422325920045714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/6310422325920045714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/05/fast-and-busy-days.html' title='Fast and busy days'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-7500098420061552273</id><published>2009-05-06T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:07:47.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper free??</title><content type='html'>I think we&#39;ll be there soon.  This morning while I was cleaning the baby up after breakfast, he said &quot;pee&quot;.  So, I took him in and set him on the potty.  And I heard the most lovely sound - tinkling in the potty.  He did it.  I am so proud and sooo excited!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7500098420061552273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/7500098420061552273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/7500098420061552273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/7500098420061552273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2009/05/diaper-free.html' title='Diaper free??'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398581022795192357.post-5997219805288119875</id><published>2008-11-19T08:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:00:42.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One</title><content type='html'>So, here I am, venturing into the land of blogging.  Why?  Well, right now, mostly to avoid the really nasty kitchen I am supposed to be cleaning.  If I had done it at 5 this morning, when I got up, it would be done by now.  But &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I needed some quiet time before the &quot;angels&quot; got up.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  The first one arrived downstairs at 5:30, begging to please play on dad&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;compu&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess that early in the morning &#39;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;&#39; is too hard to add on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the time it took me to write that first paragraph, Baby boy got mad at me, went over and pulled Princess&#39; hair, then smacked her over the head with a frying pan (good thing it was just a toy).  Must go and redirect.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5997219805288119875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/398581022795192357/5997219805288119875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/5997219805288119875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398581022795192357/posts/default/5997219805288119875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnite.blogspot.com/2008/11/number-one.html' title='Number One'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464439466469881469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>