tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:32:19 +0000...You just can't make this stuff up.http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)Blogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-9050694444688215293Mon, 14 Mar 2011 16:17:00 +00002011-03-14T11:17:11.961-05:00Z: if K says it's ok can I sleep in her room? Me: um she has school tomorrow,so...no Z:why don't you just slap me in the head with a beaver then...what the? Where does she come up with these things?!http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/_VD8Sx46cck/i-really-need-to-stop-slapping-her-in.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GcADuW7JLRYrHdkx7rM_5REjf_4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GcADuW7JLRYrHdkx7rM_5REjf_4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GcADuW7JLRYrHdkx7rM_5REjf_4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GcADuW7JLRYrHdkx7rM_5REjf_4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/_VD8Sx46cck" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-really-need-to-stop-slapping-her-in.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-5932835664092719993Thu, 27 Jan 2011 05:06:00 +00002011-03-09T09:05:11.842-06:00After seeing the report about breast implants and anaplastic large cell lymphoma, I told J I didn't think I would be getting breast implants. All is not lost for him,though, and I have promised to make them as anatomically correct as my black sharpie will allow. I have decided to fill small balloons with water and duct tape them to my chest, for a DIY home breast enhancement procedure. I feel http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/4P-BW2ohcx4/diy-home-breast-augmentation.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ma3Jpp7Zv6-VbMOiUIYEJaDw27Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ma3Jpp7Zv6-VbMOiUIYEJaDw27Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ma3Jpp7Zv6-VbMOiUIYEJaDw27Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ma3Jpp7Zv6-VbMOiUIYEJaDw27Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/4P-BW2ohcx4" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2011/01/diy-home-breast-augmentation.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-5373802709584891614Sat, 01 Jan 2011 16:36:00 +00002011-03-09T09:05:49.047-06:00Christmas morning, Z received a box of, about 8 or 9 super hero costumes, from Santa. I'm telling you this, because last night, as we were waiting to ring in the new year, I was talking to my Dad, who was sitting next to me. Z came, out of nowhere, dressed in her Green Lantern costume - acting like she was going to hit and kick her Papa. Me: Z, remember what I said about super heroes? They onlyhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/iey1ZobMa14/adventures-of-green-lantern.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L98VlYoGaezlV_JmfZMRcKWboHE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L98VlYoGaezlV_JmfZMRcKWboHE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L98VlYoGaezlV_JmfZMRcKWboHE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L98VlYoGaezlV_JmfZMRcKWboHE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/iey1ZobMa14" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-of-green-lantern.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-6525959887196452374Mon, 27 Dec 2010 22:56:00 +00002010-12-27T16:56:50.380-06:00Note to self: When entering your husband's office...make sure he's NOT in a phone meeting before you say things like "phew it stinks in here...did you fart?!".http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/T1NVEnL_WKE/oops.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fJuy7UEG6VEtBIYQlMB5jrHIm08/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fJuy7UEG6VEtBIYQlMB5jrHIm08/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fJuy7UEG6VEtBIYQlMB5jrHIm08/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fJuy7UEG6VEtBIYQlMB5jrHIm08/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/T1NVEnL_WKE" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/oops.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-3955572696829509284Fri, 17 Dec 2010 15:29:00 +00002011-03-09T09:06:51.729-06:00I was snuggling with Z.... Me: mmmm I LOVE you Z. Why do you have to grow up? Why can't you stay small forever? Z: I HAVE to grow up, so I can catch the bad guys and put them in jail. Me: Oh? Are you going to be a police officer when you grow up? Z: *looks at me like I'm stupid* Uh...NO...I'm going to be Batgirl. I'll stop the bad guys and when the police show up, I'll jump up on the roof so http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/ppRuc_SlZjo/what-will-you-be-when-you-grow-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FsqSLEJMOIF0lysa5YGnLxpZkPU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FsqSLEJMOIF0lysa5YGnLxpZkPU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FsqSLEJMOIF0lysa5YGnLxpZkPU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FsqSLEJMOIF0lysa5YGnLxpZkPU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/ppRuc_SlZjo" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-will-you-be-when-you-grow-up.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-4315173706654375803Wed, 15 Dec 2010 18:35:00 +00002011-03-09T09:07:05.537-06:00As Z followed the dogs "Sit Brody...sit Brody...sit Brody...sit Brody...sit Brody...Brody siiiiiit....Brody SIT! Good Dog! Mommy, isn't he amazing?!"http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/nWO9qudpo7Q/amazing-dog-and-his-tricks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pD8w7Zm3tV4yJRG-HgaiNJ0FMbk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pD8w7Zm3tV4yJRG-HgaiNJ0FMbk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pD8w7Zm3tV4yJRG-HgaiNJ0FMbk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pD8w7Zm3tV4yJRG-HgaiNJ0FMbk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/nWO9qudpo7Q" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazing-dog-and-his-tricks.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-8949237272620994958Fri, 10 Dec 2010 01:06:00 +00002011-03-09T09:07:42.943-06:00S was looking at the gifts under the tree.... S: I know why you don't want us to put presents in the stockings? Me: Why is that? S: because they're too big. Me: No, I don't want you putting presents in the stockings because SANTA puts crap in them. S:.....Santa doesn't put crap in the stockings, Mommy; he puts JOY in them.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/gEk2xAyk9zU/so-thats-what-santa-puts-in-stockings.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bBn0ich6M7qYHs6VwVnw7qAHQtQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bBn0ich6M7qYHs6VwVnw7qAHQtQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bBn0ich6M7qYHs6VwVnw7qAHQtQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bBn0ich6M7qYHs6VwVnw7qAHQtQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/gEk2xAyk9zU" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-thats-what-santa-puts-in-stockings.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-4578294792291343057Thu, 09 Dec 2010 14:50:00 +00002011-03-09T09:08:01.508-06:00Z comes running up to me. "Mommy! Did you know that Brody and Hattie can spin their heads?!" she then put her hands on her hips, puffed her chest out and beamed, proudly, before saying "...I taught them how". I'll just leave you to digest that little nugget of crazy...http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/8ZLB1B_XJjc/would-you-like-bowl-of-crazy-for.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XpoDvMiOWjcq1W-8WHSIWuXwgLI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XpoDvMiOWjcq1W-8WHSIWuXwgLI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XpoDvMiOWjcq1W-8WHSIWuXwgLI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XpoDvMiOWjcq1W-8WHSIWuXwgLI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/8ZLB1B_XJjc" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/would-you-like-bowl-of-crazy-for.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-4442818017561231178Wed, 08 Dec 2010 20:42:00 +00002010-12-08T14:42:54.256-06:00So it's cold...and I don't like being cold.I was thinking about getting into the hot tub after I return from picking Kaylin and Sammy up from school. I had the following conversation with Zoe. Me: Zoe, you know what I was thinking after we pick Sammy and Kaylin up from school...that you, me, Kaylin and Sammy could get into the hot tub and warm up. What do you think? Zoe: *her eyes get really http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/7-mcssPg78I/well-you-know-what-i-was-thinking.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyezujteoLkv_Dfl-XFeYCT1bew/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyezujteoLkv_Dfl-XFeYCT1bew/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyezujteoLkv_Dfl-XFeYCT1bew/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyezujteoLkv_Dfl-XFeYCT1bew/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/7-mcssPg78I" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-you-know-what-i-was-thinking.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-719147495928609533Tue, 07 Dec 2010 18:04:00 +00002011-03-09T09:08:29.329-06:00Today, is my "Helper Day" at Z's preschool- I was eating leftover chili, for lunch, when Z marched up to me and said "Mommy...you'd better not fart at my preschool or my friends won't like me anymore!" I'll try, but I can't make any promises.....http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/qEDEiZPgQKI/i-make-no-promises.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-lOcHLag1zhowdhN5ip-_lPcbLQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-lOcHLag1zhowdhN5ip-_lPcbLQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-lOcHLag1zhowdhN5ip-_lPcbLQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-lOcHLag1zhowdhN5ip-_lPcbLQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/qEDEiZPgQKI" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-make-no-promises.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-8996544937344367160Mon, 06 Dec 2010 16:35:00 +00002011-03-09T09:08:55.424-06:00Z walks up to me with a piece of paper. On this piece of paper is a bunch of random letters. Z: Mommy, read this! Me: it doesn't say anything... Z: Yes, it does! Me: No, it doesn't. It's a bunch of random letters Z: It SAYS something, I wrote it...READ IT! Me: It doesn't say anything! Z: Yes it does! Me: Fine, what does it say? Z: I don't know, read it! If SHE doesn't know what it says, how thehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/hXJou3P3of8/read-this.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7O-9YncyloDzIHVnj9QjSALFtk8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7O-9YncyloDzIHVnj9QjSALFtk8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7O-9YncyloDzIHVnj9QjSALFtk8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7O-9YncyloDzIHVnj9QjSALFtk8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/hXJou3P3of8" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/read-this.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-5434522408431564109Sun, 05 Dec 2010 16:22:00 +00002011-03-09T09:10:18.070-06:00The kids came upstairs screaming (they'd been fighting). I was sitting at the computer and John was watching tv..... S: K HIT ME IN THE NUTS! (she threw a bean bag at him and he missed) Me: Ok, you guys probably need to go to bed. I'm tired of the fighting. S: MOMMY! K HIT ME IN THE NUTS! Me: S, I heard you the first time, you'll live. Go to bed. S: BUT MOMMY, SHE HIT ME IN THE NUTS, IT HURTS! http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/cTJHQJ6MsNU/you-know-what-hurts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rvbXkkHTIcXQpMmAIcDkc-xgFe4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rvbXkkHTIcXQpMmAIcDkc-xgFe4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rvbXkkHTIcXQpMmAIcDkc-xgFe4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rvbXkkHTIcXQpMmAIcDkc-xgFe4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/cTJHQJ6MsNU" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-what-hurts.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-8792734552985978520Tue, 16 Nov 2010 21:51:00 +00002011-03-09T09:10:57.088-06:00Z came running downstairs, last night, and asked me how to spell "Up". I told her "u-p" and she ran off to her room, to look through her old 500 words book. A couple of minutes passed and she came back downstairs, with her chest puffed out and said "Mommy...I know how to spell 'up'.... 'p-u'". I laughed and said "not quite, turn them around". Zoe then proceeded to turn around, with her back http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/Fg-H4DJTEtc/zoe-came-running-downstairs-last-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqjsArcSCLof45jgdGGKLYGGzrU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqjsArcSCLof45jgdGGKLYGGzrU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqjsArcSCLof45jgdGGKLYGGzrU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqjsArcSCLof45jgdGGKLYGGzrU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/Fg-H4DJTEtc" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/zoe-came-running-downstairs-last-night.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-6919308564067227658Mon, 13 Sep 2010 15:46:00 +00002011-03-09T09:12:15.407-06:00While I was taking clothes out of the dryer, J came in and hugged me....causing me to jump out of my skin. Me: don't DO that! I'm already wearing my 'fraidy pants in here as it is J:*laughing* the spider isn't going to hurt you. spiders are smart and really cool. he has a nest back here and is eating bugs. He's pretty cool looking Me: is he dead? J: no Me: then he's not "cool looking" J: *http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/RCfVf4ArMak/while-i-was-taking-clothes-out-of-dryer.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMSeTt7XCbcSnKXrcLI5-ZxXb08/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMSeTt7XCbcSnKXrcLI5-ZxXb08/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMSeTt7XCbcSnKXrcLI5-ZxXb08/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMSeTt7XCbcSnKXrcLI5-ZxXb08/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/RCfVf4ArMak" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/09/while-i-was-taking-clothes-out-of-dryer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-5969345416459419280Mon, 30 Aug 2010 14:20:00 +00002011-03-09T09:12:57.963-06:00Because I'm incapable of sitting still, I keep an electronic solitaire game in our bathroom, for when I need to be in there for an extended period of time (don't worry, it gets disinfected on a daily basis). Granted, sometimes the game is the reason I'm in there, for an extended period of time. J and I have had this "friendly" competition going. I am usually the owner of the high score, but http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/jfaCbkoPlAg/loser.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gzGXFtTYpUFAcX6xrHLnLXQbFCc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gzGXFtTYpUFAcX6xrHLnLXQbFCc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gzGXFtTYpUFAcX6xrHLnLXQbFCc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gzGXFtTYpUFAcX6xrHLnLXQbFCc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/jfaCbkoPlAg" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/12/loser.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-1162689809569270739Thu, 12 Aug 2010 19:02:00 +00002011-03-09T09:13:54.006-06:00I've always considered myself lucky that my kids have never really "embarrassed" me by saying things in public. The only one that I can remember is when Z yelled at me, in the store, a few years ago "I DON'T HAVE TO POOP! THEY'RE JUST BAD FARTS!". Today's episode wasn't really embarrassing, but I could have done with out. When we moved to Kansas, from Utah, we decided to stay with our credit http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/I9iqBKJHRH4/ive-always-considered-myself-lucky-that.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ezKeaQzJcd4h8Ev8fdMcJjj3FR8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ezKeaQzJcd4h8Ev8fdMcJjj3FR8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ezKeaQzJcd4h8Ev8fdMcJjj3FR8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ezKeaQzJcd4h8Ev8fdMcJjj3FR8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/I9iqBKJHRH4" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-always-considered-myself-lucky-that.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-5216806662627307679Fri, 06 Aug 2010 04:30:00 +00002011-03-09T09:14:32.958-06:00J and I went to the Casino, this evening. When I sat down at the first machine, the lady next to me hit the minor jackpot. So, I cashed out and moved to another machine. I sit down at a machine, that's in a circle of machines. This lady comes over, smiles at me, I smile back (I'm friendly, dammit!), and I continue to play. I'm watching her with my peripheral vision, while I play the slot machine.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/Qc-aygy5phE/what.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IkTPT5NAJhtXAL-zd5foXLwBGV8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IkTPT5NAJhtXAL-zd5foXLwBGV8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IkTPT5NAJhtXAL-zd5foXLwBGV8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IkTPT5NAJhtXAL-zd5foXLwBGV8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/Qc-aygy5phE" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/08/what.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-5839759777533259326Fri, 02 Jul 2010 22:28:00 +00002011-03-09T09:16:28.577-06:00Z: Mommy? What's your second name? Me: Elizabeth Z: *sighs* what's your first name? Me: Sarah Z: what happened to your "Beff"? Me: *laughing* that's my nickname Z: I don't want my name to be "Z I" anymore Me: why not? Z: I want it to be "I Z" Me: So, you want people to call you "I"? Z: I want them to call me by my second name Me: "I"? Z: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Z! Me: so you want your name to be "I Z http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/HC3vknVu2io/i-think-i-need-drink.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UcAuQ4H3LE411XvImGT1pB_l5IA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UcAuQ4H3LE411XvImGT1pB_l5IA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UcAuQ4H3LE411XvImGT1pB_l5IA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UcAuQ4H3LE411XvImGT1pB_l5IA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/HC3vknVu2io" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-i-need-drink.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-3655127149613830951Mon, 10 May 2010 15:03:00 +00002011-03-09T09:17:51.367-06:00J took this week off, from work, so we could do some things around the house. Today, we're painting K's room. After dropping the kids off at school, we went to Home Depot, to get the paint. Now, it's only about 50 this morning. It's not cold, but it's not really warm either. As we were pulling into the parking lot of Home Depot, the rains hit....and boy DID they! It was raining buckets and the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/FPs0JfNGlwk/well-that-didnt-go-according-to-plan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S4kPKsJbO1tGvxWw9OSxyoGs7Cc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S4kPKsJbO1tGvxWw9OSxyoGs7Cc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S4kPKsJbO1tGvxWw9OSxyoGs7Cc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S4kPKsJbO1tGvxWw9OSxyoGs7Cc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/FPs0JfNGlwk" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-that-didnt-go-according-to-plan.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-1873042968215036578Fri, 30 Apr 2010 15:01:00 +00002010-12-05T11:47:30.306-06:00So, I'm working on genealogy. I have an Ancestry.com account that I totally get my money's worth out of. Tonight, I see that there's a new link for US Federal Census Non-Population Schedules 1850-1880. I click on it and just type in Mymaidenname in Kansas, to see what comes up. I'm scrolling down, searching for familiar names and all of the sudden, I see "Ass Mymaidenname". I blink and read it http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/_SZQG6ujjlQ/so-im-working-on-genealogy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OO43CSWsg4_8RCcib0_H2QVeU3U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OO43CSWsg4_8RCcib0_H2QVeU3U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OO43CSWsg4_8RCcib0_H2QVeU3U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OO43CSWsg4_8RCcib0_H2QVeU3U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/_SZQG6ujjlQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-im-working-on-genealogy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-7291299958786005198Mon, 29 Mar 2010 15:12:00 +00002011-03-09T09:18:29.990-06:00My husband was enjoying a glass of Plum Wine, the other night, and he was getting to be a little annoying. The following convo took place. Me: You're kind of annoying when you drink J: *slurring* Do you know what YOU are like when YOU drink? Me: what am I like? J: You get TIRED. Guys want to take a party girl to the party with them, YOU just fall asleep. I want someone who's going to drink and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/dVN8DmHAQ8k/un-party-girl.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHqtqfIs-rxSx8mHbZlTyUQA_sU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHqtqfIs-rxSx8mHbZlTyUQA_sU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHqtqfIs-rxSx8mHbZlTyUQA_sU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHqtqfIs-rxSx8mHbZlTyUQA_sU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/dVN8DmHAQ8k" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/03/un-party-girl.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-7987968907255094640Tue, 23 Feb 2010 01:47:00 +00002011-03-09T09:19:13.434-06:00 Have you ever seen a guy on tv, be it sports, tv show, whatever and say "dude, he's HOT!". Then stop and remember how old you are (33) and how old they are (20) and that you're wearing a sweatshirt with a stain on the front and ratty sweats and they're wearing hot, awesomeness and you're basically an "old" lady lusting after hot, young (legal, not pedo!) man-meat....yeah, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/ibMmS1o7i0M/dude-hes-hooooooooooooooooooooooomg.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2_5h78A_YYNB0KBsrDo-vUBHsU0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2_5h78A_YYNB0KBsrDo-vUBHsU0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2_5h78A_YYNB0KBsrDo-vUBHsU0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2_5h78A_YYNB0KBsrDo-vUBHsU0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/ibMmS1o7i0M" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/02/dude-hes-hooooooooooooooooooooooomg.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-3241076429364086595Fri, 19 Feb 2010 19:28:00 +00002011-03-09T09:19:48.134-06:00I'm not a huge fan of McDonald's. It's ok, once in a great while, but basically it's cheap and unhealthy. J thought he'd be nice and pick up some lunch for us today. He got me my usual (McChicken and small french fry) and then some hamburgers and a large fry to split with Zoe. We sat down to eat lunch.... 1 McChicken Sandwich = $1 Surprising your wife with lunch = big smile Seeing the look on http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/i4JMdsFmiKs/mcdonalds-fail.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7OHphO1vQDPdk38HgHblyW2iyAQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7OHphO1vQDPdk38HgHblyW2iyAQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7OHphO1vQDPdk38HgHblyW2iyAQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7OHphO1vQDPdk38HgHblyW2iyAQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/i4JMdsFmiKs" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/02/mcdonalds-fail.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373160905918597657.post-7747545634435742004Tue, 16 Feb 2010 19:56:00 +00002011-03-09T09:21:43.176-06:00Let's see...I had two wisdom teeth removed on Feb 9th. Boy was THAT interesting. I opted to take Lorazepam ("I don't give a damn" pill) before the appointment. I was fine until it started to kick in twenty minutes after I took the pill. After that...woooooooooooooooooo! I was gone, ha ha. J got up, since I couldn't drive the kids to school, and when S asked me a question...I just sat there http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~3/2sERu4N0qFI/drugs-are-gooooooooooooooooooood.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (ksgirl76)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/29PY8J8pKtYH1nVVvT7vmeXHzPA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/29PY8J8pKtYH1nVVvT7vmeXHzPA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/29PY8J8pKtYH1nVVvT7vmeXHzPA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/29PY8J8pKtYH1nVVvT7vmeXHzPA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInTheSunflowerState/~4/2sERu4N0qFI" height="1" width="1"/>http://ksgirl76.blogspot.com/2010/02/drugs-are-gooooooooooooooooooood.html