<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2025 07:32:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Photos</category><category>The Boy</category><category>365</category><category>The Girl</category><category>NaBloPoMo</category><category>Littlest Little</category><category>Family</category><category>Say What?</category><category>The Captain</category><category>Chunky Monkey</category><category>Ouch</category><category>Parenting</category><category>work</category><category>Videos</category><category>useless info</category><category>Baby Girl</category><category>Baby Baking</category><category>medical</category><category>the broad</category><category>holidays</category><category>Blogging</category><category>Friends</category><category>music</category><category>Douches</category><category>TV</category><category>Asperger&#39;s</category><category>blah</category><category>Fluffy</category><category>School</category><category>movies</category><category>football</category><category>Going Somewhere?</category><category>Ish</category><category>Funny Funny</category><category>Love</category><category>Mandyland</category><category>weather</category><category>Huzzah</category><category>2011</category><category>2014</category><category>Baby Birthing</category><category>LaCrosse</category><category>Old School</category><category>Parenting Fail</category><category>Wii</category><category>Birthdays</category><category>Kota</category><category>depression</category><category>Celia</category><category>Dammit</category><category>Death</category><category>Donovan</category><category>Epic Fail</category><category>Food</category><category>Help</category><category>Parenting Sucks</category><category>AZ</category><category>Bananas</category><category>Books</category><category>Hollywood</category><category>Military</category><category>Pedro</category><category>Sophia</category><category>meme</category><category>Alex</category><category>Crack</category><category>Damn Princesses</category><category>Facebook</category><category>Monkey</category><category>Opinionated Much</category><category>Parenting Success</category><category>Shopping</category><category>Tatas</category><category>The List</category><category>Vital Info</category><category>Artsy Fartsy</category><category>AssHats</category><category>Bananas. 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We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don&#39;t feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/09/this-has-to-be-said.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6674294546507678340</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2014 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-08T16:50:09.509-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asperger&#39;s</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Autism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donovan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><title>Building On Dreams</title><atom:summary type="text">Donovan&#39;s school is not a mainstream school. They educate children that are &quot;special needs&quot;. I&#39;m not too fond of that phrase and I&#39;m lo to admit I&#39;ve used it. He couldn&#39;t handle/process mainstream school (they couldn&#39;t handle/process him ha!) and was suspended twice in first grade. Yeah, not for him we thought. The school he&#39;s at now is nothing short of a miracle. They got him reading by the </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/building-on-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcY6yFofagjXFArtI6YRTFRYQOKkCkJZpiayisTorO_ByQRu6vwpytu5_Vd2lKyGgMuxhyzrLmMSqYqeMUe0apc796Frx8XwdfyXsAwQ7vNczCrcNaz4n4UNNuecZR2UfT1biJA/s72-c/img004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-2307772879314734950</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jan 2014 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-07T00:17:36.002-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><title>Well Played Monday, Well Played</title><atom:summary type="text">Mindless bullet points. It&#39;s what you get on this Monday.



Got the oil changed and was informed I should get a new battery, new front brake pads and a flush of the power steering line. Grand total to have them do it? Over $500. Yeah no thanks, I think I&#39;ll ask my father in law for his help. Maybe I can buy the parts and pay him to fix these things/show me how. I also will tempt him with a </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/well-played-monday-well-played.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-3617141169258522418</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2014 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-05T01:03:17.593-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alaina</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donovan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nora</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sophia</category><title>The Baby Fix</title><atom:summary type="text">I got a baby fix today thanks to my dear friend Mandy who came up to visit with her two girls. My lovebug of chub, Nora, will be 2 in a couple weeks. WHAAAAA?!? I have no idea where that time went. 2 weeks ago, Mandy had baby girl number 2, Alaina. Please to enjoy the cuteness:










Amiright or what??? Gah!








Celia declared the baby was hers. I said sure.

Her mama? Not so much.






</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-baby-fix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTrtoNuJCza0S-9Hcy0QyD23Lf6AMTouaiRE5cGyR3nEXyI13EA59A_YH1PbVOTcAelhAc-g3g8NvOi2Id7QHVERQI0dfxshxqwbKv9-XLsq_HVw9h0CzRSjkcRWA9RU5s1U8Gw/s72-c/009.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-952899277790944264</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2014 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-03T23:41:51.587-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><title>Baby It&#39;s Cold Outside. (Subtitle: No Shit Sherlock)</title><atom:summary type="text">It goes without saying that it&#39;s colder than a snowman&#39;s fart outside. Actually, at this moment it&#39;s relatively warm at a balmy 27F. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow should be ok at 17F. Then Sunday and Monday? Those assholes are out to get us. Working together! Damn Sunday, why you gotta be like that? -15 will be the high.

NEGATIVE FIFTEEN DEGREES FAHRENHEIT.

for the HIGH.

what. the. hell?

Our low for Sunday </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/baby-its-cold-outside-subtitle-no-shit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-7800514882929602124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2014 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-03T00:04:48.874-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sophia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Toddler Theatre</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>Toddler Theatre</title><atom:summary type="text">In our house, we have a thespian. Two of them really. We&#39;ve always known Sophia has a flair for the dramatics and really, I have no idea where she gets that from. :::cough::: she&#39;s the apple, I&#39;m the tree :::cough::: Sophia loves to over act, over react, over dramatize things. All of the things. And the Academy would like to recognize Sophia for Best Dramatic Performance. It can be exhausting </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/toddler-theatre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-4805833621691866961</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2014 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-01T20:55:38.848-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Giggles Kicked Off 2014 and It Was Awesome</title><atom:summary type="text">
Happy 2014 Y&#39;all







Contrary to the look on Nanner&#39;s face, I assure you, she was having a blast at 12:01 am.&amp;nbsp;

My Monkey, Sophia, Nanners and Celia in the front.&amp;nbsp;

The squeals from them when the ball dropped? Made it all worthwhile.&amp;nbsp;








Mama and her favorite redhead








Donovan would&#39;ve wished you a Happy New Year but yeah.&amp;nbsp;

He didn&#39;t make it to 9pm.








</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/giggles-kicked-off-2014-and-it-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjxwZpyU2ihMPLZSwya33K4-9LtRYXCLPaO4W1on7-efIwhbKekcIkVhKpe_3oMVyK_8DTukTqtxh8M9IIY-RV0wh8mccg4FUzrliHMh5UsovUHeKkn_gtUXYFvCBl1ShjLaBMCw/s72-c/20140101_000202.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-2498681630499704556</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2014 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-02T23:58:22.439-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>A New Year, A New Beginning. Of Sorts.</title><atom:summary type="text">I miss this. The writing. The journaling of what life has thrown at me, the family, the world. My tangible resolution this year, one I know I have complete control over is this. Writing at least once a day. It won&#39;t be good. It may not be interesting. I assure you it won&#39;t gain me any traffic to my site (nor is that my intention). I&#39;m doing this for me. For my kids. For my friends that I am </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-new-year-new-beginning-of-sorts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6522955337229241057</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-02T16:05:43.907-05:00</atom:updated><title>World Autism Awareness Day and My Son</title><atom:summary type="text">

Since today is World Autism Awareness Day, I just want to put this out there (again): My son has autism and we are so very fortunate that he is verbal (sometimes TOO verbal), he looks normal, he&#39;s wicked smart and has an amazing artistic side. My son is also verbally abusive, borderline violent with his sister (beyond typical bro-sis interactions) and he can cut your heart with words you never </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2013/04/world-autism-awareness-day-and-my-son.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-1874752671978942774</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-11T00:26:30.869-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dammit</category><title>Where&#39;s The Baby?</title><atom:summary type="text">I usually get home from work around 1030 or so each night. When I come in, bless his heart, my husband is usually asleep on the couch and the 3yo is playing her Plants v Zombies You Tube videos on the laptop next to him. Sometimes we are blessed with the miracle of sleep and Celia will actually be in bed. We don&#39;t hold our breaths because we like this living thing we have going on. The older two </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2013/01/wheres-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29IE2WjRHbPt75mvfPgIh6WsFHmqXcUIqhmpQBhCEKd-eKH2p2lNkqIbmvFrQUXmWwp3wRhnAjFlloOp9H38EvvysS1tHbd5pIoZP2VX5xPT__r4Z_C1IC1xSBwti94zjRP_ySw/s72-c/seebaby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6324033472880614450</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-01T21:23:27.964-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2013</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sophia</category><title>The Scream That Rounded Out Day 1 of 2013</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t know if y&#39;all heard a scream about 20 minutes ago but um, yeah, it was loud. I secretly left the house (secret from the kids) and met my brother in law to pick up my niece, Baby Girl. She hasn&#39;t stayed with us in quite some time and I was so excited to see her. When we got home, I wasn&#39;t sure if my three kids were asleep or not (it was right near bedtime). We came inside, oh so quietly. </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-scream-that-rounded-out-day-1-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-1863066799950450055</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-17T23:06:07.264-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Parent Rap</title><atom:summary type="text">Hands down, funniest thing I&#39;ve seen in so long. So accurate and true. Enjoy:



Thanks Georgia for posting this!

</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-parent-rap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/N_NspDWssIY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6826909786611186749</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2012 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-14T13:23:46.076-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donovan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sophia</category><title>All They Want For Christmas Is.....Everything. Of Course.</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It goes without saying that they will not be getting everything. Puppy dog eyes be damned. No matter how many pleases we get. No matter how good their behavior (they would get nothing with that one). We&#39;re going on one big gift with each of the kids and make the stockings more of the little things.&amp;nbsp;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My Kindle is always taken over by the children. All three of them</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2012/11/all-they-want-for-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-734666050536204658</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-04T01:09:43.187-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donovan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>See How Well That Worked Out?</title><atom:summary type="text">Yeah that whole NaBloPoMo thing just wasn&#39;t in the books for me. I realized it when I woke up last night (one of the dozen times) and realized I was late. Bummer. Eh, I&#39;ll keep trucking along though. It&#39;ll do me some good to get back into writing (or what barely passes as writing for me).

So you&#39;ve seen Magic Mike yes? I rented it the other day and um, wow. Not the wow you would think I&#39;d be </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2012/11/see-how-well-that-worked-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-5093457041662802076</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-01T23:47:06.739-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aspergers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donovan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>Vacation Time</title><atom:summary type="text">For my anxiety, that is.

We have decided, after a lot of thought and consideration, to take Donovan off of the waiting list for the two week psychiatric evaluation. It wasn&#39;t an easy choice but it&#39;s one we feel is right. For right now.

He has not talked about suicide since the window jumping attempt. He still gets overwhelmed and will cry frequently, sometimes saying he wants to die. I think </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2012/11/vacation-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-5066268315609129462</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-10T10:06:18.703-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rules To Live By</title><atom:summary type="text">My good friend, Georgia, posted this on my Facebook wall and I felt it should be shared.


12 REASONS YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE MESSING WITH SPECIAL NEEDS PARENTS:1. Some of us have given up on social skills and don&#39;t care what we say or do.


I have found myself biting my tongue more often than not when it comes to what other people say regarding my son and his &quot;situation&quot;. It makes me a </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2012/10/rules-to-live-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-2087345291634059238</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 06:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-02T01:57:13.680-05:00</atom:updated><title>Not Part Of Our Life Plan</title><atom:summary type="text">2 weeks ago my son threatened to jump out of his two story high bedroom window. He had his hand pressing on the screen, ready to push. He was at the window, ready to do it. Spewing hate and anger at his father and I. Calling us horrible things. He just wants a normal life, he screams.


A few months ago he held a butcher knife to his neck saying he wanted to cut his head off. He wanted to die. &amp;</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2012/10/not-part-of-our-life-plan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-5780024599523904487</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-16T01:17:28.359-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>It&#39;s A Two-fer!</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday&#39;s post just wore me out emotionally so I combined Wed and Thursday&#39;s prompts for today. Pardon the scatterbrain.

Describe a favorite place. Focus on how that place affects your senses.


One of my favorite places to be is my living room. Sounds silly I know but really? It&#39;s where a lot of our lives takes place. The kids snuggle with us there, we watch hockey there, eat dinner a lot in </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-two-fer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-288454124239233605</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-16T00:04:25.154-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">AZ</category><title>You Are Always On My Mind, Part II</title><atom:summary type="text">I saw the kids a couple times after their father and I broke up. I saw their grandmother sometimes when I would walk past her house on my way to work. I moved to Wisconsin for a dumb boy then in with my parents a couple months later. Dumb boy ya know. Soon after, my dad and I drove to Phoenix to get my stuff from a U-Haul. Stuff that my old roommate was holding onto for me until I could get down </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-always-on-my-mind-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-5268683976297059984</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T23:52:02.922-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>Creep Crawlies From Waaaaay Up High</title><atom:summary type="text">Have you faced fears and overcome them?


When I was living in Germany, my parents and I went on a weekend trip to Paris. Obviously *that* Paris. I was turning 18 that weekend and I was so excited to be there. I was with my parents the whole time but eh, it was Paris for crying out loud. We saw everything while we were there. Got as much in as we could. The Louvre, Eiffel Tower, all of it. We </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/creep-crawlies-from-waaaaay-up-high.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-8438427911388367988</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T23:59:33.035-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>You Are Always On My Mind</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been thinking so much about Donovan lately. Just as my tagline says, some people make a difference in your life just by walking into it. Donovan sure did. It hurts me still, to this day, that he is gone. What I wouldn&#39;t give to see the man he would have been today. He would be 21. I can&#39;t even wrap my head around that number right now. Twenty One.

When I met Donovan, I was working at a </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-always-on-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-9156125663506338744</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-12T23:57:45.405-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>I Wanna Rock</title><atom:summary type="text">So last night, when I couldn&#39;t sleep, I found myself watching the top 100 Rock Songs (evah). Spoiler alert, GNR&#39;s Welcome To The Jungle was number one. I was so happy to see that many of the bands I listened to in the 80s were on the list with songs that I love and still sing along with nowadays.

Did any of you guys listen to the hair metal bands?? I used to have a crush on so many of those guys</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wanna-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-4010908099289907459</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T01:54:33.285-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>I&#39;m Guessing Three More Are Out?</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s 11/11/11, make three wishes

Three wishes. How many times did we play this game when we were kids? You have three wishes, and wishing for three more is not an option. Some of my wishes were to have a huge house (I don&#39;t want to clean all of that), a rich husband (money doesn&#39;t solve everything), to be a teacher (I&#39;d rather be a paraprofessional these days), to have endless amounts of money (</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-guessing-three-more-are-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-726835907091291540</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T01:30:56.442-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>My Passion</title><atom:summary type="text">What is your secret (or not-so-secret) passion?

My passion (besides my children of course!) is my photography. I love taking my camera out and snapping away. I have been known to go overboard with quantity but boy does the quality come through. When my friend Ashley had her baby girl earlier this year, I spent a couple hours with them in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;I took approximately 189 photos. No </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-passion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHajn_ghHcUhmy2oZfn8SSrkmQ2mCc6Db4cI8p_Eft1nSVHP9cgLp4Xv6tdwdMkbXdUu_ptF80jbFDq4JQ3GZa-aWXPcBjSPKfZxL1-i8SGYd7phGH6z9X59ZiExl-BLrXYMdgQ/s72-c/DSC_0208.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-2629982798550089688</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 23:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T17:16:53.462-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other</title><atom:summary type="text">When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes?&amp;nbsp;

My house has always been different from other houses. I don&#39;t think I could narrow it down to a particular time. I recall not having friends stay over. Ever. I always stayed at all my friends&#39; houses and called their moms &quot;Mom&quot;.

Not a lot of my friends were only children so to them, I was the odd </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>