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We're playing trivia and consuming adult beverages. The boy and the girl are asleep. The baby is hanging out and smiling.All is good in the world.Except I swear I hear a bat in the three season room and can't say anything out loud or look because Rich's girlfriend will freak the eff out and I don't want to do that to her. I'll wait til they go to bed then</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-good-good-night.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/NBguhEjPI4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-4009808052792160456</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T16:34:13.655-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Whale Sighting!</title><atom:summary type="text">I think someone likes being at the cabin. This is pretty much the look she has on her face all the time. Especially when someone is looking at her. She scrunches up her nose, squints her eyes and does the old lady laugh. It's that laugh where it's not quite a laugh but you know there's one in there. And when it comes out? It's gonna be a big ol' belly laugh and it's gonna make me pee myself. </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-someone-likes-being-at-cabin.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/Sv3eq5P3YzI/AAAAAAAABh4/-84_IUfq2BQ/s72-c/Spout.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/iOcHDp3iu6k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6136930989324051201</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T13:34:12.410-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Say What?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Captain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hollywood</category><title>Well I Never Saw That One Coming</title><atom:summary type="text">So the other night the husband and I are talking. Well, I was talking as I am prone to do. A lot. For whatever reason, I was wondering what actor or actress, alive today, would he want to spend the day with, just hanging out, have a couple beers maybe, talk about stuff.My first choice is Christian Bale though I know for a fact I would lose my shit in front of him and have to excuse myself to </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-i-never-saw-that-one-coming.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/aBvjfkpOnTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-2760018622254636178</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T07:41:56.470-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Military</category><title>A Day That Should Be Honored In A Bigger Way</title><atom:summary type="text">I did it last year. And even though I didn't blog about it the previous 3 years, I know I thought it.Thank you to all the veteran's out there. Past, present and future.Words could never truly encompass what your service, dedication and sacrifice means to me and my family. Thank you.To the man who gave 27 years of his life, half of it on a boat*, to the Navy and whom I am so proud and honored to </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-that-should-be-honored-in-bigger.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/nnQyF4aHX0Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-5472107302231432964</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T00:43:16.677-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Captain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ouch</category><title>I've Changed My Pants, No Need To Worry Folks</title><atom:summary type="text">So.We're at the cabin. The trip up was relatively quiet and that alone, given the children we have, was miraculous. We got everything unloaded, sorted and put in it's proper place. DVD players were set up, places to color and make Bendaroo creations (thank you whomever invented those! My children were silent for ten whole minutes making things*).  Ya know, we got our poop in a group.The rules </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-changed-my-pants-no-need-to-worry.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/uUkrpRkqKR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-544495607063671100</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T09:13:22.844-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Going Somewhere?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ouch</category><title>Just A Moment Of Your Time Is All I'm Asking For</title><atom:summary type="text">We are leaving now for the 5 hour trek to the cabin.Pray for the husband and I to return in mostly one piece.Thank you.Amen</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-moment-of-your-time-is-all-im.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/fwCbYHke2Ks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6706640435223435240</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T18:39:48.640-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mandyland</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title /><atom:summary type="text">I think she was enjoying her visit with Mandyland. We hadn't seen her in almost a week. Too long I say. Too long!! All the packing I have to do and what am I doing right now (besides blogging?) Farming on Facebook. As the youngin's would say: FMLIf I have to watch the Princess Stories Volume One one more time? I may pick up Sebastian and poke my own eye out. I'm thinking of opening the bottle of </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-she-was-enjoying-her-visit-with.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SvdkvDduBZI/AAAAAAAABho/pX9iwz5xxtw/s72-c/smiley.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/v1vp_U8cYWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-4046098927333583073</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T23:29:40.069-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>Kinda Of Wishing Tomorrow Was Yesterday</title><atom:summary type="text">The thought of packing for three children and myself is not so bad. The thought of packing all the crap shit how many do they have?? necessities?That is making me get gray hairs.I work in the morning and then come home to tackle the clothes, entertainment things and dry foods packing. Monday morning is going to be full of the coolers being packed whilst the husband gets to wrangle the children </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/kinda-of-wishing-tomorrow-was-yesterday.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/LzMHeT-SbDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-7671808294633598389</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T03:57:43.030-06:00</atom:updated><title>She's Growing, I Promise! See?</title><atom:summary type="text" /><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-growing-i-promise-see.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SvVEce_nqMI/AAAAAAAABhg/Eeq1y5xMj1g/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/dz-z78agBUQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-4709406385084716089</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T00:26:21.317-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Going Somewhere?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><title>We Done Up And Lost Our Minds Right?</title><atom:summary type="text">We're going up to the cabin again. Normal people would be singing "Woohoo! Goin' to the cabin! We're goin' to the cabin! We're getting away from it all!! Yes!!" Don't get me wrong, we're singing that song too, just a little softer. Ya'll know how much I love and adore my children (hey, I'm serious here). I love spending time with them. I love hearing them laugh. I love seeing them happy. These </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-done-up-and-lost-our-minds-right.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/9S7cqhE56eE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-3544829308147057709</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T10:46:20.443-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Her Powers Of Observation Are Astounding</title><atom:summary type="text">They look like Bratz dolls! Disgusting Mama! I don't want to listen to this! (Gypsy Road)</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-powers-of-observation-are.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SvGvW9zJK9I/AAAAAAAABg4/f3cM2jng8fE/s72-c/The-Best-of-Cinderella.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/LY1SfB245_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-3298656893931181248</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T00:29:25.728-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ouch</category><title>And Yet, I Am Always Shocked</title><atom:summary type="text">Do you ever find yourself asleep at the computer? I knew it!!! I knew I wasn't the only one! I also knew I could fall asleep pretty much anywhere but I had no idea how far reaching those capabilities were until the last couple years. (That may not be an entirely accurate statement since about ten years or so ago, I fell asleep in the middle of a rock band showcase concert including none other </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-yet-i-am-always-shocked.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SvEdQPFOnVI/AAAAAAAABgw/SA58zByRuh8/s72-c/2104551BN_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/dLFg4cuJtdg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-467208650028078231</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T00:30:10.529-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><title>I Can Promise You This</title><atom:summary type="text">I will not be blogging this whole month about H1N1. I swear.Today? It's kicking ass and taking names in our house. For quite sometime today I was convinced that I had it. I felt like I was hit by a truck. I looked like it, that's for sure. I took a 3 hour nap with the baby and voila! I felt like I was hit by a bike. That' s how the pediatrician explained the H1N1 and the "regular" flu. The oinker</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-promise-you-this.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/entkIbgS16c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-9109204461749840368</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T00:34:03.107-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical</category><title>And So It Begins</title><atom:summary type="text">NaBloPoMo, oh how I've missed you.What better way to start off this glorious month than with H1N1?! Exciting yes? Not particularly unless you're into seeing your six year old son hallucinate and yell in the middle of the night that he doesn't want the cockroach smooshed. Have you ever seen a boy that age try to function on about 7 hours of sleep in a two day period? Not pretty. He missed out on </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-it-begins.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/YoWCP5__HoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-4136488398866817797</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T12:35:40.599-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Captain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">football</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Game Day Attire</title><atom:summary type="text">Like father, like son. The boy just said that he wants to play football with Brett Favre when he grows up. Not sure about that one buddy.Come on guys, let's make it 5-0 today!! And my Cowboys better get their asses in gear and pull in some wins already. Gall dang they know how to make a girl sad. </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/10/game-day-attire.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/StIWy4nD5LI/AAAAAAAABgg/UYmzKPs1oHA/s72-c/DSC_0977.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/xUUS-wE_n9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-7645418900667485950</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T23:42:07.760-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chunky Monkey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fluffy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Here's Some More For Ya</title><atom:summary type="text">We laughed. A lot. We got all prettied up just for the fun of it. We tried pears for the first time. Auntie Fluffy was lucky she walked away with all her fingers.We went to a preseason game against my 'Boys. I don't know who won because I had entirely too much fun with my coworkers who came with me. Damn did my belly hurt the next day from all the laughing.And somehow, someway, I gained a 1st </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-some-more-for-ya.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SsgmirZyQTI/AAAAAAAABgY/PKlBa7ONVKU/s72-c/DSC_0721.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/vKk2rJh8ynA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-7436593754549164942</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T22:31:18.840-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Captain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chunky Monkey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>It's Been Awhile Eh?</title><atom:summary type="text">We had a scavenger hunt geared towards everyone going to school this year. That was a hit, no if ands or buts about it. The kids had a blast, especially the Monkey. She followed the big kids everywhere and was screeching in excitement right along with them!We had a cake made with a school house on it with crayons, chalkboard and pencil decorations piped on it. Our baker also sent along a portable</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-awhile-eh.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SsgT5wMv8VI/AAAAAAAABfo/uS77Yj_q4HI/s72-c/101_6939.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/xMlnWOxfRSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-223239294719192521</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T14:46:58.187-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the broad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><title>I Can See Clearly Now</title><atom:summary type="text">So I got some new specs a few weeks ago. So did the boy. He loves his Spongebob glasses and looks stinkin' cute in them, in my humble opinion. I got some chunky plastic frame black ones that are white on the inside. If I wasn't having such a crappy hair week month day, I would show you. Anywhoo, the boy has stepped on his glasses two times now and thankfully, they've been fixable. On a side note:</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-see-clearly-now.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/Sr5vYC1Pd1I/AAAAAAAABe0/8eUBBlDIMbo/s72-c/red+glasses.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/rXGpbybT-z8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-9005839401094708082</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T17:11:10.134-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ouch</category><title>Tylenol Recall.......Just An FYI</title><atom:summary type="text">If you give Tylenol to your children, please check the recall list. Just wanted to pass this along to my fellow moms, dads, grandparents, aunties, uncles and everyone else under the sun who cares for children.</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/tylenol-recalljust-fyi.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/R9xV-Ter9ak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-136535139622670576</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T12:52:28.698-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hockey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>For The True Hockey Fans</title><atom:summary type="text">I totally stole this from my coworker's FB page because it is awesome! Watch this one, then the original. Tell me this first one isn't better lol</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-true-hockey-fans.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/POLLzmUuJmY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-2044995970138848844</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T17:12:17.284-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Damn Politicians</category><title>For The Love Of All Things Holy!</title><atom:summary type="text">People.PEOPLE!I don't care what side of the fence Congressman Wilson is on. He made an outburst. At an inappropriate time. He should have bit his tongue. He apologized. The president accepted. He has apologized a couple more times. He owns his mistake. He regrets it.Enough already. Jesus Christ people, between Maureen Dowd at the Times and former President Jimmy Carter, you would think Wilson </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-love-of-all-things-holy.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/l-HJ23cVCw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-448375986098823386</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 06:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T01:32:08.098-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Littlest Little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Dammit! Thought I Had More Time!</title><atom:summary type="text" /><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/dammit-thought-i-had-more-time.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/Sq3iEulgtxI/AAAAAAAABek/lWIyFY0h8gU/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/l0aqxAws4i0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-7418068530385999889</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T16:12:07.676-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Douches</category><title>This Falls Into The "Really? REALLY?" Part Of The News</title><atom:summary type="text">This seems to be one of those "it can't be true" type stories. All I'm saying is that he would not be in jail right now if that was my child. He'd still be in the hospital. I can honestly say  would lose my mind. It's probably the one time I would be ok with hitting someone I didn't know. Don't mess with my kids. The article doesn't say what the mom did but I'm guessing she was in shock.  With my</atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-falls-into-really-really-part-of.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/a3DcvPSmnFs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-7764896926299029120</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T08:48:08.316-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Epic Fail</category><title>Have I Mentioned That I'm Not A Morning Person?</title><atom:summary type="text">Emails from this morning:From The DadTo The MomHi honey,How's it going? Well the boy seems to be in waking up for school mode since he gets up at 5am now. Actually it was 4:45 this morning. Love you.From The MomTo The DadOh no he was up at 4am because he came upstairs crying about a nightmare he had. Wanna hear what it was? Sure ya do: He had a muffin with green topping and the girl squished it. </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-i-mentioned-that-im-not-morning.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/2-woisC_LiQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11505447.post-6536525398802133595</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T11:40:11.197-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">football</category><title>First Game For The Boy</title><atom:summary type="text">He seemed to have fun, made friends with some lady in the row in front of them and got all decked out in his gear. Something tells me he's going to a lot of games this year with Daddy. He's making his Mama proud. Now if only he was going to be in town for the Cowboys game! Ho-daddy that's gonna be a great night! Can't wait to wear my Cowboys jersey to the 'dome and have a great girl's night out </atom:summary><link>http://twise.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-game-for-boy.html</link><author>trishwise@gmail.com (Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6QaONfbjCI/SpAemdl7dpI/AAAAAAAABd8/lpG5YeQhPlY/s72-c/DSC_0728.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LookBusyjesusIsComing/~4/C-kOGtTWqgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>
