<?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-2632867270463884737</id><updated>2024-11-01T07:07:22.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida Bonita</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is Unorganized,Unpredictable,Tragic,Crazy,Messy,...Life is Beautiful And here&#39;s mine.........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-6224196665720409301</id><published>2011-09-18T21:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:00:20.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crock Pot Potato Soup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;We love potato soup, it&#39;s filling and hearty and oh soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT YOU WILL NEED.&lt;br /&gt;
Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;
Butter&lt;br /&gt;
Milk OR Heavy Cream&lt;br /&gt;
Salt&lt;br /&gt;
Pepper&lt;br /&gt;
Onions&lt;br /&gt;
Bacon&lt;br /&gt;
Shredded Cheese&lt;br /&gt;
Saltine Crackers&lt;br /&gt;
Water&lt;br /&gt;
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Chop or slice/dice your potatoes, however many you think you will need, you can do one potato per person. Chop one whole onion, put it in with the potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I used red Potatoes this time, you can use ANY kind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Add&amp;nbsp;water about 4 cups to potatoes/onions. Cover and cook&amp;nbsp;on low for 10-12 hours OR High&amp;nbsp; 3-5&amp;nbsp;hours. During the last hour add 3-4cups of milk. You can also mash some of the potatoes if you don&#39;t want big chunks in your soup. Remember some of the water cooks out so your crock pot is not holding 8 cups of liquid!!! Add salt,Butter and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Add chopped cooked bacon or Turkey bacon as a topping.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Add shredded cheese and Serve with saltine Crackers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Easy as pie!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6224196665720409301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/09/crock-pot-potato-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/6224196665720409301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/6224196665720409301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/09/crock-pot-potato-soup.html' title='Crock Pot Potato Soup.'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xpBw4fFqiGNlHI3OxIHcnxQdJY8Eb3hsE7nXn6P_iXwStLVbbD8WlXCFSFjkVQlwKaRShRir7Gs3W5KGTeEfLalZ772xtYJ25ea0wSZyzFwvrJzc0BZ3Qx0eY0MjByhV15sZJ0dxc9sQ/s72-c/004.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-1553022602802781215</id><published>2011-09-16T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:33:10.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the missing Glaze. This could happen to your Family!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;It&#39;s Friday, Some Friday&#39;s we order pizza which is what we did. I got the usual, plain cheese for the kiddos, pepperoni with extra cheese for the rest of us, bread sticks and of course you got to have wings!! I thought i would live a little and throw in some cinnamon sticks. Everything arrived looking yummy we ate our pizza, the kids played for a little bit then it was time for Cinnamon sticks......Only when i opened the box there was NO GLAZE. Who eats cinnamon anything without glaze? Its like Thanksgiving without the turkey, Christmas without presents, Bonnie without Clyde, Thelma without Louise, Milk and cookies without the Milk!!!&amp;nbsp;You get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;
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This was a travesty, so off i went to the pantry to see if i had the stuff to&amp;nbsp;whip up&amp;nbsp;some fast and&amp;nbsp;easy glaze. This could happen to your family and being the nice person i am &quot;ahem&quot; here is what i came up with,&lt;br /&gt;
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2 cups of Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;
2 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;
1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;
1teaspoon water (not sure if this is really neccessary but it&#39;s what i threw in)&lt;br /&gt;
1 tabelspoon Milk&lt;br /&gt;
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Mix, with an electric mixer (i tried by hand at first to no avail) all the ingrediants except the milk. Then add your milk, i know i said 1 tablespoon but add enough to make it thick to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Im thinking you could put OJ in it for orange glaze if you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Trying to show the thickness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;My Brother was born with Cerebral Palsy, He lives with us by his own choosing. I think for him it was kind of like leaving the nest and having more independence when he decided not to live with our mom. As hard as his decision was for her she let him make the choice because more often than not in his life choices are made for him. I love having him here, i wouldn&#39;t trade it for anything on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;My kids are Two and Five And i have often thought about if they even notice their Uncle is different. We had a conversation about him tonight and i have come to the conclusion that they don&#39;t notice because in my two year old&#39;s words &quot;Him is like us&quot;.Why would they notice? to them he is just Uncle Nick same as he has always been they dont know him any other way. Im so thankful. I wanted to share Our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee (my 5 year old) said to me &quot;Mom i love uncle Nick, he always lets me play with his stuff&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;LadyBug (my two year old) &quot;Meee too mommy! Mee too i wuv hims too!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;I am so glad you love your Uncle! I love him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; closure_uid_vi7q4l=&quot;169&quot;&gt;﻿ &lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;723&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCE9cv2pt5vXs-C7tCZydziWMj130qhyphenhyphenSm-pGRz6H72_AYjHRbT2rclRNTwUUTkZ1Jb8uMEk2DFES_RhMM41Ml8IA56WYLKGYdSCu49Rt8a0MGTDEufDX4eIzyePdnk6SrrrzszZvIvBnJ/s1600/o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;294&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCE9cv2pt5vXs-C7tCZydziWMj130qhyphenhyphenSm-pGRz6H72_AYjHRbT2rclRNTwUUTkZ1Jb8uMEk2DFES_RhMM41Ml8IA56WYLKGYdSCu49Rt8a0MGTDEufDX4eIzyePdnk6SrrrzszZvIvBnJ/s320/o.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Nick With LadyBug, She was about three months here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;Uncle Nick&amp;nbsp;is your brother&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Yes he is my big brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;How come you can do more things , im sissys big brother but i do more things than her&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;Well because Uncle Nick needs help sometimes. Even though im his little sister i help him because i love him. Uncle Nick was Born with something called Cerebral Palsy, some things are harder for him and thats why we help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_vi7q4l=&quot;189&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAd44sSnqa1kA9L60bXtX8VpVcZ_myVVr9WGA5KvwT2XYIsRHMg_cozY_2GfNO9bGRPRCkz_AoiEgOJdMQ073J7KdLWGuGR7253YVfVGlHqLHH261qHVJ-3makVQX4bae0AUANP74TovL3/s1600/Derrickandnickasleep.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;241&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAd44sSnqa1kA9L60bXtX8VpVcZ_myVVr9WGA5KvwT2XYIsRHMg_cozY_2GfNO9bGRPRCkz_AoiEgOJdMQ073J7KdLWGuGR7253YVfVGlHqLHH261qHVJ-3makVQX4bae0AUANP74TovL3/s320/Derrickandnickasleep.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Nick with Beetlebee, He was around 1 year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;He helps us, he plays with us, and he likes the same movies we do and he is funny and silly&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;748&quot;&gt;I know, he is a good playmate Mommy used to play with him just like you play with sissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;620&quot;&gt;Ladybug &quot;I wuv Uncle Nick&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;Sometimes when he gets sick i come and tell you&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;I know you do, that is very helpful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;will he always be our Uncle?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Yes he will Always always be your uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;774&quot; closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0INHbtGt8FMnEqYQs_RUvbkmiVhlKMJ46gHDfZM7o3UY79-vr_UI8tQF-WV3-W5TnmeYZRWVnlu9BYpoDIydJ9axvWpR1MpljSeFpwu5kfMLi0W7ZUvjzvac5h9FNlisD16bglHTdypBG/s1600/163814_496303427877_686262877_5863534_3109613_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0INHbtGt8FMnEqYQs_RUvbkmiVhlKMJ46gHDfZM7o3UY79-vr_UI8tQF-WV3-W5TnmeYZRWVnlu9BYpoDIydJ9axvWpR1MpljSeFpwu5kfMLi0W7ZUvjzvac5h9FNlisD16bglHTdypBG/s320/163814_496303427877_686262877_5863534_3109613_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ladybug helping Nick blow out his birthday candles on his 27th Birthday.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot; How old is Uncle nick?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;749&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;Sometimes he gets mad at me when i go in his room&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Dont you get mad if sissy goes in your room and messes with things when you are not in there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;Yes&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Well thats why Uncle Nick gets mad at you when you do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; closure_uid_vi7q4l=&quot;228&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2v5OWl644LpaYR7XYET2eoQ_fHk48u5UGCy5m7nT7RSia8Zk-Y3-16RaT4hvoG1jg3-MIeirUM2uvn1qaJXvnBF8kNMHhl5MPsEX7Zbp_2_Z57NmVU1cXxhnL2EnCtq-c2rv_Am9bHzQ/s1600/nnnnnnnn.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2v5OWl644LpaYR7XYET2eoQ_fHk48u5UGCy5m7nT7RSia8Zk-Y3-16RaT4hvoG1jg3-MIeirUM2uvn1qaJXvnBF8kNMHhl5MPsEX7Zbp_2_Z57NmVU1cXxhnL2EnCtq-c2rv_Am9bHzQ/s320/nnnnnnnn.jpg&quot; width=&quot;247&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee and his Uncle Nick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;Oh&quot; Uncle Nick walks so funny&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Ladybug &quot;Him walks like me&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;walking funny is fun&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Ladybug &quot;Yeah! I wuv it&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot; Can uncle nick come to my class?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Why do you want him to come to your class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;Because i dont think anybody in my class has a uncle like mine and he can play with us and everybody will think he is cool&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Ladybug &quot;i wanna go too!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot;I always wanted a uncle like him&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_vi7q4l=&quot;229&quot;&gt;Ladybug &quot;Mee too mommy me too!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Arent we so lucky to have him? You know before i had you two Uncle Nick would say &quot;When you have babies im gonna be the uncle nick!&quot; I think he always wanted to be your Uncle too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;454&quot; closure_uid_jq12lk=&quot;104&quot; closure_uid_vi7q4l=&quot;246&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;435&quot;&gt;Beetlebee &quot; I really do love him mom He&#39;s my Best friend&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;435&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Ladybug &quot;Mee too mommy! I weally weally weally Wuv hims too! Him is my favowite friend&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
﻿﻿ &lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;802&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;I do too, I really really really Love him too! My bestfriend since the day i was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;801&quot;&gt;﻿ &lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9f7vEo9KVVZGU-GTFjue5EGTjJeoGCc1mYGcgj66E-OmdRt8xqD_wGCR_4QBt3-dQprptkh32bQIpI345ImwPsb7qfX-m7OiasqjqcGGj-IYEgjO8luWgHXWceb5B5K61wVyXED5P568x/s1600/sis.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;249&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9f7vEo9KVVZGU-GTFjue5EGTjJeoGCc1mYGcgj66E-OmdRt8xqD_wGCR_4QBt3-dQprptkh32bQIpI345ImwPsb7qfX-m7OiasqjqcGGj-IYEgjO8luWgHXWceb5B5K61wVyXED5P568x/s320/sis.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My Brother and I&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;A FRIEND LIKE ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;800&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_g13xpi=&quot;828&quot;&gt;Please don&#39;t be afraid of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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And if you get to know me&lt;br /&gt;
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Your rigid thoughts might bend &lt;br /&gt;
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Thoughts that I am different&lt;br /&gt;
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From others that you know,&lt;br /&gt;
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I really am no different&lt;br /&gt;
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And this I&#39;d like to show&lt;br /&gt;
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I live and breathe and laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;
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I love to play and learn,&lt;br /&gt;
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I sometimes do things differently&lt;br /&gt;
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Which can cause some concern&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, some say I&#39;m special&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this much is true,&lt;br /&gt;
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But if you were to ask me&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d say you&#39;re special too&lt;br /&gt;
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We&#39;re all a little different&lt;br /&gt;
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No two are just the same,&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s really something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;
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that way there is no blame&lt;br /&gt;
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When things don&#39;t go just perfectly&lt;br /&gt;
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And say things like &quot;poor child&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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and other terms they use&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s okay if you look at me&lt;br /&gt;
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And might not understand,&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s okay if you touch me&lt;br /&gt;
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And even hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;
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My life has many obstacles&lt;br /&gt;
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Much more than you could know,&lt;br /&gt;
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But that&#39;s not what I dwell on&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m me, that&#39;s all, and so...&lt;br /&gt;
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Please don&#39;t be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;
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I want you just to see,&lt;br /&gt;
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How truly great and wonderful&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend like me can be&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_btn43j=&quot;123&quot;&gt;5 Apples, Peeled and quartered &lt;/div&gt;1 can of Biscuits (you can use homemade biscuit dough if you want) &lt;br /&gt;
1 cup of Sugar &lt;br /&gt;
1 Stick Margarine &lt;br /&gt;
1 1/2 cup of water &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_btn43j=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Cinnamon &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_btn43j=&quot;124&quot;&gt;Grease Baking Dish. Halve each Biscuit. Wrap each Quartered apple with Biscuit. Place in 9 x 13 dish. Melt sugar, margarine and water. Pour over biscuit wrapped apples. Sprinkle cinnamon and Brown sugar on top. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes or until brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4436336885776271323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/easy-apple-dumplings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/4436336885776271323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/4436336885776271323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/easy-apple-dumplings.html' title='Easy Apple Dumplings'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-5058880112216905666</id><published>2011-08-27T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:33:02.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parmesan Ranch Roll-ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;WHAT YOU WILL NEED&lt;br /&gt;
4 (8 or 9 inch) Flour Tortillas&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 Cup Ranch Salad Dressing&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 Cup Diced Onion&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups of Shredded Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;
1 (13oz) Can chunk ham,chicken or Turkey. Drained. (Our fave is chicken)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_eklgkv=&quot;118&quot;&gt;1/4 Cup Parmesan Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_eklgkv=&quot;119&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jie0qu=&quot;120&quot;&gt;For each wrap, spread 2 tablespoons Ranch dressing over the entire surface of each tortilla. Sprinkle with 1 tablespoon Parmesan cheese and 2 tablespoons Onions. Place 1/2 cup lettuce in center. Place 1/4 cup meat on top of lettuce. Fold in two opposite sides of tortilla, about 1 1/2 inches, and roll up from the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eklgkv=&quot;119&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eklgkv=&quot;119&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_jie0qu=&quot;112&quot;&gt;Makes about 4 servings (Perfect for lunch!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5058880112216905666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/parmesan-ranch-roll-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/5058880112216905666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/5058880112216905666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/parmesan-ranch-roll-ups.html' title='Parmesan Ranch Roll-ups'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-935535317225775504</id><published>2011-08-26T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:40:00.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Fat-Free Cornbread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;WHAT YOU WILL NEED&lt;br /&gt;
2 Cups Self-rising Cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;
1 1/3 to 1 1/2 cup Milk&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 cup Unsweetened Applesauce&lt;br /&gt;
1 egg&lt;br /&gt;
1 to 2 tbsp Sugar&lt;br /&gt;
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Combine all Ingredients in a large mixing Bowl. Whisk together until dry Ingredients are well Moistened. Pour Into well-Greased heavy skillet for 20-30 minutes at 425 OR well greased Muffin pan for 20 minutes at 425.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/935535317225775504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/almost-fat-free-cornbread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/935535317225775504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/935535317225775504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/almost-fat-free-cornbread.html' title='Almost Fat-Free Cornbread'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-4462555910982946315</id><published>2011-08-25T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:43:17.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Pecan Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;WHAT YOU WILL NEED&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups Sugar ( What can i say? we like the sweet stuff around here!)&lt;br /&gt;
2/3 cup Melted butter&lt;br /&gt;
4 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;
3 cups Sifted flour&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;121&quot;&gt;2 tsp. Baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;2 tsp. Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;1 cup Whole Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;Grated rind of TWO lemons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;5 tsp Lemon extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;1 cup Chopped Pecans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;Preheat Oven to 350. Grease Loaf pans. Blend Sugar, melted butter and extract. Beat in Eggs. Sift DRY ingredients together and add alternately with milk. Stir just enough to blend. FOLD in other Ingredients and pour into loaf pans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;When bread is done, pierce with a fork and drizzle with warm glaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;For the Glaze: Mix juice of 2 Lemons and 1/2 cup of Sugar heat to dissolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mcshlm=&quot;120&quot;&gt;You can freeze this bread for up to 3 months!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4462555910982946315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/lemon-pecan-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/4462555910982946315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/4462555910982946315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/lemon-pecan-bread.html' title='Lemon Pecan Bread'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-662782902372852947</id><published>2011-08-25T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:34:22.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cajun Chicken Strips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;WHAT YOU WILL NEED&lt;br /&gt;
1Tbsp. Flour&lt;br /&gt;
1tsp.Poultry seasoning&lt;br /&gt;
3/4 tsp. garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tsp paprika&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 tsp.pepper&lt;br /&gt;
1/8 to 1/4 tsp. Cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;
1 1/2 lb Chicken strips, cut into 1/2 inch strips&lt;br /&gt;
2 Tbsp Butter&lt;br /&gt;
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Combine First SIX Ingredients in a large resealable bag (Zip lock bag&#39;s are fine): Add chicken strips a few pieces at a time and shake to coat. In a large skillet cook the strips in butter for 8 to 10 minutes or until chicken is done.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Go ahead and give Bo Jangles a run for their Money!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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1qt. 14oz. Pineapple Juice, Chilled&lt;br /&gt;
3/4 Cup Sugar&lt;br /&gt;
6oz. Can Frozen pink lemonade (Unthawed)&lt;br /&gt;
2 1/4 Cup Water&lt;br /&gt;
1 qt. Strawberry Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;
2 1/2 qt. Ginger Ale&lt;br /&gt;
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In a punch Bowl, Add all Ingredients EXCEPT Ginger Ale. Mix Well, THEN add Ginger Ale. Mix and serve at once!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7517765818918028058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/strawberry-cream-punch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7517765818918028058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7517765818918028058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/strawberry-cream-punch.html' title='Strawberry Cream Punch'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-7079323623059540750</id><published>2011-08-25T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:41:36.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Fruit Dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;My Kids Love this fruit dip, It&#39;s fast, easy and goes well with just about any fruit.&lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT YOU&#39;LL NEED&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; 1 package 8oz Cream Cheese Softened&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; 1/2 Cup Firmly packed Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; 1/2 Tsp Vanilla Flavoring&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; BLEND&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blend the cream cheese in a small bowl with your electric mixer on MEDIUM speed Until Creamy. Add BROWN SUGAR and VANILLA beat until well blended&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_3ypw91=&quot;129&quot;&gt;Spoon into a bowl. Serve with Apple slices, Grapes...whatever fruit your heart desires!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7079323623059540750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-fruit-dip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7079323623059540750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7079323623059540750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-fruit-dip.html' title='Simple Fruit Dip'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-5630302519870194905</id><published>2011-08-25T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:20:20.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Buttermilk Pie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;Today i noticed my recipe book overflowing with random pieces of paper, Recipes that i have gathered from different people and some I&#39;ve made up myself. I love to know how food is made. Don&#39;t put it past me to ask someone at a restaurant &quot;hey how do you guys make this?&quot; Or &quot;I bet i can make this&quot; and the classic &quot;I can make this AND i can make it better!&quot; Why should i keep all these recipes all to myself? Everyone loves good food and I&#39;m going to share it with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;First up My fave pie of all time: Chocolate Buttermilk Pie. (If you are afraid of sugar&amp;nbsp; you may want to avert your eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;My grandmother used to make the BEST buttermilk pies this is her recipe. Being the chocolate lover i am i had to throw in some chocolate and the result is divine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;PREHEAT the oven at 325&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;WHAT YOU WILL NEED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2 Premade Pie crusts (they normally come two a pack in the freezer section)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1 Bag semi sweet Chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7 Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1 Cup of Buttermilk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2 1/2&amp;nbsp;Cups of Sugar (Told ya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pinch of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1 Teaspoon Vanilla Flavoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Go ahead and put your pie crusts in the oven at 325 so they can brown a little while you blend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;MELT The Chocolate chips in the microwave at 30 second intervals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;BLEND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In a large bowl (and by large i mean&amp;nbsp;LARGE you will have alot of mix)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blend the&amp;nbsp;EGGS,BUTTERMILK,SUGAR, SALT,&amp;nbsp;MELTED&amp;nbsp;CHOCOLATE&amp;nbsp;AND VANILLA FLAVORING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The mix is supposed to be watery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pour the mix into the pie crusts and BAKE at 325 for 1hr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; The tops of the pies do crack it&#39;s normal dont freak out! This is not about looks here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;Top with whipped topping or serve with Ice Cream! Yum Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div closure_uid_ktmz9o=&quot;152&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5630302519870194905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/chocolate-buttermilk-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/5630302519870194905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/5630302519870194905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/08/chocolate-buttermilk-pie.html' title='Chocolate Buttermilk Pie!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-7738632790165112978</id><published>2011-06-10T06:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T06:50:32.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been almost a year since my son was diagnosed with ADHD. He&#39;s always been very energetic even in the womb. He was kicker and roller. He still is and he is now Five years old. I always had an inkling that something was different even when people all around me were telling me &quot;oh it&#39;s just a boy thing or he will grow out of it&quot; But a Mother knows. A mother knows her child better than she knows herself, she recognizes every little emotion that flickers across their face. She knows when they are hurt and not just physically. &lt;br /&gt;
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I went through denial, i had all these dreams of what my son would be like, How effortlessly smart he would be, everything would come easy to him i thought, he was going to be different than i was. Different he is and he is Smart, he always surprises me with something he does or says. Things dont come easy though, it&#39;s hard. He tries so hard and i am so proud of him. When he gets discouraged it breaks my heart because i know he is capable, i just wish HE knew that as well as i do. He doesn&#39;t understand why he it&#39;s harder to sit still,harder to be quiet and harder to focus. I wont say CANT because i know he CAN it&#39;s just harder. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he first started medication the very first time i gave him his pill he looked up at me so curious and asked &#39;mommy when will i get better?&quot;. The pang i felt in my heart almost took me to my knees. I had to get it together and i told him that he wasn&#39;t sick he just needs a lil extra help calming down because he was blessed with soooo much energy and the rest of us just cant keep up, and it will take lots of hard work but i know we can do it! That was a good enough answer for him but not for me, i wanted to know what to do to help him and i wanted to know EVERYTHING. I wanted to be sure there was nothing i had not already tried. I want to give him every chance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did research i read article after article, i read the side effects of his medications a million times. When the first medication he was on made him lose&amp;nbsp;too much weight, he wasn&#39;t his happy self and it made him have a rapid heartbeat. Seeing him strapped to a table, terrified&amp;nbsp;with wires on him so his heart could be checked was when i started thinking &#39;Is this even worth it?&quot; I wanted to cry with him right then and there because i was terrified too but it was just he and i in the doctors office that day and i had to keep it together for him. I had him taken off that medication immediately, NOTHING on this earth is worth putting my child&#39;s life at risk.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have found a new medication and it&#39;s given us a happy medium, he is happy, his heart is good and he can focus. I hope it stays this way. He has made leaps and bounds in school. He won the builder award at his preschool graduation and he is a master at puzzles. To me that is amazing because both of those things&amp;nbsp;require patience and focus. His teacher was amazing, during one of our first meetings she said something that stays with me still&quot; He didn&#39;t ask for all his energy, he didn&#39;t ask for it to be hard to focus, We cant blame the victim here, we can only do everything we can to help him be the best he can be&quot; and with that i knew she was on our side. I wasn&#39;t a lone warrior in this fight to free my son from the ties that binded him. Or was it the ties that binded us? Maybe......Maybe it&#39;s us, he has to learn to live with us, US, people that don&#39;t have as much energy as he does.&lt;br /&gt;
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My son has said &quot; i feel like a superhero!!&quot; as he runs through the living room bouncing on my couch cushions. I wonder where did this superhuman energy come from? Is this a curse? A blessing? Evolution? Whatever it is i want him to use it for good. His favorite superhero is Spider Man and Peter Parker&#39;s grandfather tells him &quot;With Great Power comes great responsibility&quot; So for my son &quot;With great energy comes great responsibility&quot; Responsibility to know when to use it and when not. Responsibility for me as a mother to help him live with his ADHD. To Help US live with his ADHD.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t ever want my son to feel out of place or different, He knows he is one of a kind as we all are right? He&#39;s my baby boy, my only son. My little guy. As his mother i want him to know that when things get hard for him i will always be there as long as I&#39;m alive, when he gets frustrated i don&#39;t want him to give up because i will never give up on him. He will be everything he is meant to be and he will be the best at whatever it is. If i have to fight through hell and raging waters he WILL be. There is no other option.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know i cant always fight his fights for him, or always make things easier on him but if there is something i can do, you can bet your last dollar that i will do it, I will do it&amp;nbsp;for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s like a storm&lt;br /&gt;
That cuts a path&lt;br /&gt;
It’s breaks your will&lt;br /&gt;
It feels like that&lt;br /&gt;
You think your lost&lt;br /&gt;
But your not lost on your own&lt;br /&gt;
Your not alone&lt;br /&gt;
I will &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD1&quot;&gt;stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I will help you through&lt;br /&gt;
When you’ve done all you can do&lt;br /&gt;
If you can’t cope&lt;br /&gt;
I will dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I will fight your fight&lt;br /&gt;
I will hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;
And I wont let go&lt;br /&gt;
It hurts my heart&lt;br /&gt;
To see you cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD5&quot;&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt; it’s dark&lt;br /&gt;
This part of life&lt;br /&gt;
Oh it finds us all&lt;br /&gt;
And we’re too small&lt;br /&gt;
To stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;
Oh but when it rains&lt;br /&gt;
I will stand by you&lt;br /&gt;
I will help you through&lt;br /&gt;
When you’ve done all you can do&lt;br /&gt;
And you can’t cope&lt;br /&gt;
I will dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I will fight your fight&lt;br /&gt;
I will hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;
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And I wont let you fall&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t be afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;
I’m right here to catch you&lt;br /&gt;
I wont let you down&lt;br /&gt;
It wont get you down&lt;br /&gt;
Your gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;
Yea I know you can make it&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I will stand by you&lt;br /&gt;
I will help you through&lt;br /&gt;
When you’ve done all you can do&lt;br /&gt;
And you can’t cope&lt;br /&gt;
And I will dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I will fight your fight&lt;br /&gt;
I will hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;
And I wont let go&lt;br /&gt;
Oh I’m gonna hold you&lt;br /&gt;
And I wont let go&lt;br /&gt;
Wont &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD6&quot;&gt;let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No I wont&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Rascal Flatts – I Won’t Let Go Lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7738632790165112978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/06/superhero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7738632790165112978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7738632790165112978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/06/superhero.html' title='Superhero'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-3003878827987564311</id><published>2011-06-07T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:27:43.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bonus Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The other day i mentioned to someone that My kids really missed Hadley when she wasn&#39;t here, Hadley is my boyfriends 10 year old daughter and he gets her every other weekend. I&#39;m not naming any names here but the other person said to me &quot;that is so weird, i don&#39;t think i would miss my boyfriends daughter i think i would like having just MY kids around i mean it would feel intrusive like if i have a routine with my own kids then have to change it up for someone Else&#39;s kid would really bother me, i could never be with someone who already had kids with someone else&quot; So i sat for awhile after that trying to find the punch line in it and when i couldn&#39;t i felt really bad for that other person. I felt bad because maybe they don&#39;t have an open heart, maybe they only feel&amp;nbsp; that way because they don&#39;t know the joy a &quot;bonus kid can bring&quot; I mean i didn&#39;t have to carry her for 9 months, i didn&#39;t have to give birth to her i didn&#39;t have to spend sleepless nights caring for her as a newborn but i have respect for the woman that did because i know about those days from my own two kids and i thank her for raising an amazing young lady.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first year with Hadley was hard i was trying to do everything i could to make sure she liked me and be sure i didn&#39;t step on any ones toes, As a mother to a son who has a stepmother i know what it&#39;s like to worry about how this other woman is treating your kid. So i know it&#39;s not really my place to &quot;mother&quot; Hadley i can be her friend and i can look out for her and want whats best for her, that&#39;s all i can rightfully&amp;nbsp;offer. At first i would tell my boyfriend i love her because i love you, but that is not true as these years have flown by i can say that i love her because of who she is, she is the best big sister i could have ever asked for my kids. &lt;br /&gt;
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When i was pregnant with my daughter i was worried Hadley would be&amp;nbsp;jealous, she was the only girl &quot;daddy&#39;s little girl&quot; and i didn&#39;t want her to feel like this new little person would take her place. Even though Hadley wanted a little sister so badly she even made me a card before we found out the sex of our baby that said &quot;It&#39;s a girl&quot; That card is now in my daughter&#39;s baby box. When my daughter was born i was so surprised by Hadley the second she walked in the door and saw her little sister for the first time it was love. She wanted to be around her all the time she wanted to help take care of her, she wanted to take her home with her lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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My son who drives her up the wall every chance he gets mentioned that he wished she were here so she would jump on the trampoline with him, i said well when she is here you two fight sometimes&quot; and he said &quot;but mom she is my best friend&quot; and that she is, in my sons journal from school there was a picture of him and his best friend playing with cars and under the picture it&amp;nbsp;said &quot;me and Hadley&quot;. So i thought what if i were like that other person who said they could never be with someone who already had a child, my son wouldn&#39;t have a best friend, my daughter wouldn&#39;t have her big sister and i wouldn&#39;t have someone who likes the same reality shows that i do during the summer. I know that seems silly i mean she is only 10 so maybe that means she is wise beyond her years OR that i need to change my taste in TV shows lol!&lt;br /&gt;
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She is growing up, she is into boys now and texts on her phone and gets annoyed when i bug her about it. I know that someday my own daughter will go through those changes and it will break my heart just like it breaks&amp;nbsp;a little piece of my heart now with Hadley because it doesn&#39;t stop all kids grow up and it goes by so fast. It pains me to see them growing up so fast but it would kill me if they didn&#39;t get the chance to. So i count my blessings and I&#39;m thankful for all the screaming matches, for all the rolled eyes, for all the doors slammed, for all the huffing and puffing when i tell them to clean their rooms/ change their clothes/ share a toy/ and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I fully expect for Hadley to be horrified at this post and it just makes me want to publish it even faster :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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So I&#39;ll leave you with this.......... &quot;While we try to teach Children all&amp;nbsp;about life, Children teach us what life is all about&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3003878827987564311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/06/bonus-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/3003878827987564311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/3003878827987564311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/06/bonus-kid.html' title='The Bonus Kid'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-4082986848607349776</id><published>2011-01-27T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:33:43.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Where on earth did you find those fortune cookies you were eating in bed this moring when i came to wake you up for school?&lt;br /&gt;
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Whose poop is this in the hallway?&lt;br /&gt;
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Stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;
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Stop picking eachothers nose&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok just pick your own nose!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to dust now where are those babywipes?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why are you being so quiet...What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Stop using your diaper as a pocket get those crackers and gummy worms out of there!&lt;br /&gt;
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Your hair is NOT a napkin!&lt;br /&gt;
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MY hair is NOT your napkin!&lt;br /&gt;
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The couch is NOT a trampoline!&lt;br /&gt;
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The bed is NOT a trampoline!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am NOT a trampoline!&lt;br /&gt;
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We do NOT eat things we find under the couch!&lt;br /&gt;
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Throwing things in the toilet and seeing if they flush or NOT is NOT a game!&lt;br /&gt;
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If i have to tell you to eat your dinner again i will melt all the ice cream in the world with my mind!&lt;br /&gt;
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I really hope thats chocolate on your face!&lt;br /&gt;
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I really hope thats chocolate on your hands!&lt;br /&gt;
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I really hope what you just shoved in my mouth is Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;
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Where is your other sock?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why are you looking in the toilet for your other sock?&lt;br /&gt;
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When i tuck you in bed and shut the door behind me it does NOT mean it&#39;s time to break out the disco ball,lasers and pyro to have a wild party and chug your sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just heard a loud bang where is your sister?&lt;br /&gt;
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I just heard a loud bang where is your Brother?&lt;br /&gt;
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I just heard a loud bang where is the dog?&lt;br /&gt;
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When i say mommy needs a timeout you do not have to bring me the timer!&lt;br /&gt;
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Throwing the dogs toys on top of the ceiling fan then turning it on and watching them fly around the room is NOT a game!&lt;br /&gt;
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You cannot save snowballs under your pillow for future use!&lt;br /&gt;
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Is the sippy cup your sister has in her mouth the one she lost last week?&lt;br /&gt;
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Toothpaste is not to be used as glue... EVER!&lt;br /&gt;
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We do NOT put the dog in the oven of your toy kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;
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BTW We do NOT put the dog in ANY oven ....EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dont sneeze on the wall just to hear your snot splatter!&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what you hear your daddy say he did NOT pay money to a man in a cheetah print coat and cowboy hat to get mommy!&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what you kids do Mommy will always love you!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4082986848607349776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/4082986848607349776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/4082986848607349776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom!!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-782196005251658654</id><published>2010-10-18T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:40:03.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Wives</title><content type='html'>I will admit that i am a reality TV junkie, Once i hear about a new show i will give it a try believe me there are some CRAY-ZAY one&#39;s out there! When i heard about Sister Wives my first thought was &quot;sweet! this is going to be entertaining!&quot; Ah the simple joys i get from TV Wasteland! This is what happens when you&#39;re a stay at home mom and the kids go to bed.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Sister wives is about the The Brown family, Kody Brown- the mack daddy with the flowing blond locks who looks like he secretly applies bronzer to his face. Meri- The first wife who doesn&#39;t seem to realize that she has put up with Mr Ken wannabe for 20 years and can Pull Rank as she is numero uno! Janelle- the second wife&amp;nbsp;who seems to be the only one with a career outside of the house... and takes full advantage of the living arrangement by having the other wives watch her kids while she works all day......Smart Woman!!! Get That Money Gurl!! Christine- the third wife&amp;nbsp;who is a lil whacked but that makes her my fave of course. She stays at home with the kids and seems to be the most nurturing and caring one. She also lets Kreepy Kody know when he is out of line more so than the other two wives. Then there is the 4th wife Robyn- Can we say people pleaser? She tries not to step on any one&#39;s toes but fails miserably....I mean 16 years with the other three wives and then she brings her skinny behind into the mix? Home wrecker was flashing on a neon sign in my head when she came on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless it seems as though these woman have serious self esteem issues which makes me feel bad for them. There are obvious jealousy issues which leaves me befuddled as i cant see why They would choose this lifestyle. To each their own i guess.. I believe everyone deserves a right to marry who ever the hell they want to marry. &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to get back to Kreepy Kody...this guy has 800 kids and yet he drives a tiny sports car? What the hell! He also had said that he rotates nights with the wives so they can spend time with HIM......In my mind that translated to &quot;Guess who gets a piece of Kody Kake tonight!&quot; See how&amp;nbsp;i spelled cake with a K.....Get it? Bwah ha ha I&#39;m dying over here! OK let me wipe the L off my forehead and move on...Kreepy Kody comes off as a really nice guy most of the time but there is always the underlying creep factor in the way he carefully analyzes what the women say...Or the way he sneaks off to kiss his then fiance while his third wife is in labor uh yeah that should have earned him a cast iron pan to the head!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I just finished the last episode of season 1 , Kody and Robyn get &quot;Married&quot; and the other wives get rightfully pissed off when they find out Kody picked out Robyn&#39;s dress when according to them &quot;he didn&#39;t care what they wore to each of their respective weddings&quot; I sense jealousy when Robyn gets to have a huge reception after the wedding while the other three did not for various reasons. A moment that really threw me for a loop was when first wife Meri was helping Kody get ready for his wedding to Robyn while staring longingly into his eyes,giggling and&amp;nbsp;saying &quot;i wish it were MY wedding night&quot; Yeah Creep factor could not be&amp;nbsp;measured due to the fact that it just blew off the charts right there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know i sound really judgemental but hey it&#39;s a reality show with people who chose to broadcast their lives to millions. Anyway i hope there is a second season so we can see how Robyn will fit into their family/house and if child 801 makes appearance. Or which wife finally loses it and goes all Waiting to Exhale on Kreepy Kody&#39;s ass. My money is on Christine :-)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/782196005251658654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/10/sister-wives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/782196005251658654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/782196005251658654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/10/sister-wives.html' title='Sister Wives'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-1314056669174442490</id><published>2010-06-21T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:15:20.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanking</title><content type='html'>I know I&#39;m probably going to get flamed for this somewhere but If i cared about what people thought about me I&#39;d be living under a rock. Let me start by giving some insight into how I was raised. &lt;br /&gt;
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I remember my first spanking very vividly i think i was about 2, i hit my brother in the arm with a stick. I know i was really young cause i didn&#39;t know better not to do it with our dad sitting right behind us. He spanked me and&amp;nbsp;i was in shock! I could not believe that my daddy would&amp;nbsp;spank me! You better believe i didn&#39;t hit my brother again, well for a day or two anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here in the south or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Round these parts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s pretty common for people to spank their children. Another spanking i remember pretty well was the time i had said a cuss word and my Granny heard me. I of course didn&#39;t know she was within hearing range. I was in first grade i don&#39;t even remember the word i had said. My Granny gave me the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;You&#39;re gon git it!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Look and&amp;nbsp;I knew i was in for it. One Cruel aspect of a good ole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&quot;Whoopin&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;was having to pick your own hickory. For those of you who don&#39;t know what&amp;nbsp;a hickory stick&amp;nbsp;is let me explain...Hickory sticks&amp;nbsp;are a small,thin limb that you pick off a tree. The thinner and longer the better to&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&quot;whoop&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;you with. I don&#39;t know what i was thinking But when she told me to pick my own Hickory i came back with the longest, thinnest one on the tree. I blame my self-conscious for knowing that i had a done wrong and was going to be properly punished for doing so. She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&quot;Tore my legs up&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;with that thing. I was doing the hickory dance all over the kitchen&amp;nbsp; trying to dodge it to no avail.. Granny was fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;My Papa used to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;You aint never too old for a whoopin&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;His Point was proven when i was 15 and called my mama a Bitch. She Got ahold of me and beat my ass and&amp;nbsp;Rightfully so. That was such an ugly thing to call my mama....to call any one&#39;s Mama! If&amp;nbsp;i disrespected someone or just didn&#39;t listen i immediately felt bad afterwards not only because i felt like an ugly person for being mean to someone else but also because i knew i was gettin a spankin when my mama found out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;These days some people compare spankings to child abuse...Those people need a good spankin cause they are idiots. I never once felt abused. Now if you hit your child out of anger or literally beat the shit out of your kid to where they are injured then you should be shot in the face cause THAT IS&amp;nbsp;child abuse!! That is solely my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;If I&#39;m dealing with my unruly&amp;nbsp;child in public and there is no bathroom around I&#39;ll pop him, One thing i cant stand is if someone says something like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&quot;You shouldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;spank your children&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Well maybe if you&#39;re Mama spanked your ass you would&amp;nbsp;know better than to put your nose where it don&#39;t belong. I&#39;m not saying to stand by and watch a child be beat senseless. If that&#39;s what you think i mean by all of this then you&#39;re an idiot too and need a spankin.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1314056669174442490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/spanking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/1314056669174442490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/1314056669174442490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/spanking.html' title='Spanking'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-6126445242924593581</id><published>2010-06-18T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:45:27.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas and Bella</title><content type='html'>Let me start this off by giving Thomas aka Tom Tom An honorable mention as i left him out of my description. Thomas is a very loved and important member of our family. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Thomas is not a really a people person he likes to do his own thing, every once and awhile he will come up and want to be loved on but this is very rare. Thomas and i once had a love/hate relationship. When we first brought him to our new house he pooped and peed on my bed twice&amp;nbsp;for me that was enough to want to give him the boot!! However i believe that once you take in an animal they are yours forever, your responsibility. So Thomas stayed.. and he has not used our bed as a litter box Ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Thomas Enjoys getting into my closet and Jumping out at me when i open the door this has resulted in Thomas being verbally assaulted more than once! He takes it all in stride though cause he&#39;s cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is Thomas..He&#39;s fat and lazy..&lt;br /&gt;
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Now For Bella aka Phillip. We have had Bella for a few months now she is VERY energetic. Bella enjoys chewing anything that can be chewed..I cant even tell you how many dismembered plastic dinosaurs i have found on the back of our couch or how many times i have caught her standing on two legs to reach our DVDs so she can chew the cases.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bella Likes to play with Thomas. I&#39;m sure if Thomas could talk he would tell you&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s more like torture! She chases him through the house and steals his food. Don&#39;t be fooled, Thomas shows her who&#39;s boss when he&#39;s had enough which results in Bella crawling under her blanket in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bella is also known as Phillip because my brother likes to call her that. There is no reason as to why he does but she will come to Phillip as well as Bella. I think she has just accepted that he will always call her Phillip.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is Bella....She knows she&#39;s a cutie..&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what i say about these two crazy kids, i love them to bits!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6126445242924593581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/thomas-and-bella.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/6126445242924593581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/6126445242924593581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/thomas-and-bella.html' title='Thomas and Bella'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFgcTCL7QC8tjjmOy0wtihXfTqc5GNQcovwtp30cIGkEunxWYXc9kl0GNboo0EMBt1DTImLUU4MoM1qRz0qwM0zT2jire3W49rjX6rl85XOkFqjYj-U9gdCzZnTSot4uCAEuO1IQMydm7/s72-c/010.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-7587928527917369179</id><published>2010-06-17T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:09:37.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kool Aid Kids</title><content type='html'>Oh the things that can happen In the span of 5 minutes! My Kids, &quot;we&#39;ll call them Beetlebee who is 4 and ladybug who is 16 months&quot;&amp;nbsp;were playing nicely in the living room floor, Perfect chance to throw some laundry in the dryer right? WRONG! My first mistake was trusting that they would continue to play nicely. My second mistake was closing the laundry room door to keep the little ladybug from following me in there and messing with everything as 1 year olds often do. I&#39;m going about my business in there totally oblivious to the fact that about 10 seconds after i left the room Beetlebee fetched some kool aid packets off the counter and so begins the Great Kool Aid hurricane of 2010...It came with a vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;
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I get done loading the clothes into the dryer, open the door that looks out into the kitchen and see a pool of purple powder&quot;What the hell is that!&#39; I think to myself. Ladybug comes as fast as she can into the kitchen &quot;Mama! Hi! Hi Mama!&quot; She is Covered in a thick red gooey powder head to toe Literally!! Did someone drop a bucket of pigs blood onto my daughters head? Oh no wait that was a movie.. Moving along.. I see Beetlebee hiding behind the couch that is covered in Kool Aid powder. I go towards him.. Wait what is this sticky crap sticking to the bottom of my feet!.. AH HA! I spot the ripped open Kool aid packets. I take in my surroundings.. there is a trail of&amp;nbsp;Kool aid powder from the kitchen into the living room on the couch, on my throw, The cats normally snow white paws were now a vibrant shade of red.. He must have been in the eye of the storm, Poor little guy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Beetlebee was covered only from the waist down. I asked him why did you do that? He said &quot; well i was making kool aid but then i didn&#39;t know how so i just opened all the kool aid&quot; Uh huh because thats the logical thing to do for a 4 year old i guess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I get the powder cleaned up, put the kids in the bath and they are really enjoying the pink water... Beetlebee asks &quot;Hey! Can we put sugar in here and drink it with straws?!&quot; No..No you can not!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lesson i learned today... Never turn your back on kids who are playing nicely, they are just opportunists waiting for a blind eye, or an opening to hatch their evil plans Of household destruction!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7587928527917369179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/kool-aid-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7587928527917369179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/7587928527917369179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/kool-aid-kids.html' title='Kool Aid Kids'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632867270463884737.post-1512730206353060348</id><published>2010-06-17T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:06:01.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He made my day Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA3C6T0I3UJ3-M2BfLSWTFOhBVESDchyphenhyphenMPLiAsFhrCkAh0RXwDF66NumAEvJsrJR2Mz5rJ3BTmQMPHgH33ZGrOeR8l9yGfuDcqTBKZimuWlREGfQtFlPMQqYiSvyjSweQ8YUvbmcIkXDB/s1600/sunrise.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; qu=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA3C6T0I3UJ3-M2BfLSWTFOhBVESDchyphenhyphenMPLiAsFhrCkAh0RXwDF66NumAEvJsrJR2Mz5rJ3BTmQMPHgH33ZGrOeR8l9yGfuDcqTBKZimuWlREGfQtFlPMQqYiSvyjSweQ8YUvbmcIkXDB/s320/sunrise.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;6am I&amp;nbsp;Hear a tap at my bedroom door..&quot;Mommy can i come in&quot; I hear a tiny voice whisper, My precious boy Curls up beside me..&quot;Mommy? He says. &quot;I love you, Good Morning..It&#39;s a beautiful day Mommy.. The birds are&amp;nbsp;beautiful and the sky is beautiful, The grass is beautiful and the rocks are beautiful, The bugs are beautiful and the worms are beautiful. Mommy..I&#39;m going back to sleep now..Just wanted to tell you i think today is beautiful&quot;. I think you&#39;re right Precious boy.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1512730206353060348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/6am-i-tap-at-my-bedroom-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/1512730206353060348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632867270463884737/posts/default/1512730206353060348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavidabonita-alisha.blogspot.com/2010/06/6am-i-tap-at-my-bedroom-door.html' title='He made my day Beautiful.'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03908162280987393774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CTokW79cIWyFKai9ZpwNawjZGytqbLjhkQL_AMBFiUhUfelEvC4O05hBp0gtrMWM1l-Tl9js7t4jtombVc04ueb72UMYNiKXrKS9xf7fjR219PH4IykiiiMszFa24M/s220/261744_10150213927892878_686262877_6986521_7835274_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA3C6T0I3UJ3-M2BfLSWTFOhBVESDchyphenhyphenMPLiAsFhrCkAh0RXwDF66NumAEvJsrJR2Mz5rJ3BTmQMPHgH33ZGrOeR8l9yGfuDcqTBKZimuWlREGfQtFlPMQqYiSvyjSweQ8YUvbmcIkXDB/s72-c/sunrise.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>