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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4NQXk9cCp7ImA9WhRaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134451710895391988</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:49:50.768-05:00</updated><category term="teeth" /><category term="food" /><category term="SSD" /><category term="behavior" /><category term="sand" /><category term="long time" /><category term="Jesus" /><category term="magnesium supplement" /><category term="big girl panties" /><category term="dance" /><category term="update" /><category term="kids" /><category term="poodle" /><title>Rosie's Posey</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome to the wonderful world of ME!  Come see the inner workings of my mind.  Sometimes I'm funny, sometimes I'm not.  Sometimes I'm boring....well, that's probably a lot!  Sometimes it's times of deeply sharing my faith.  So, if you enjoy anywhere from passing gas to prayers, you are in the right place!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rosiesposey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rosiesposey.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Rosie's Posey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03305221107280287861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvaQJOxFbdI/SKj0ZgoplBI/AAAAAAAAACU/u4tz2IFqDN0/S220/Picture+50.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RosiesPosey" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="rosiesposey" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRXk9cCp7ImA9WxRQGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134451710895391988.post-4036555291980843308</id><published>2008-10-12T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:43:34.768-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-12T21:43:34.768-04:00</app:edited><title>The Girls</title><content type="html">Gabby has been diagnosed with Asthma...we have to give her 2 breathing treatments a day, but it has made a big difference with that horrible asthma cough she was having.&lt;br /&gt;She's in kinderkid this year and is loving it.  She has a great teacher and is bringing her learning home with her&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Olivia is doing well...I think she might be past due for another echocardiogram to check her heart condition...I can't remember when she went last....life is just passing me by. She just recently had her head split open...her forehead, when Gabby slammed her bedroom door into it.  It was glued back together at Urgent Care, but then the next night while on the road, we were instructed to take her to the nearest ER because she wouldn't stop throwing up.  She seems fine now, though.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Savannah is a little monkey.  She somehow got a good sized abrasion on the side of her chin, and kept picking at it and making it bleed.  I hope it heals soon.  They sure do keep me busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baths tonight, they were all together, I think in gabby's room, just giggling away....now THAT is the joy of having sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134451710895391988-4036555291980843308?l=rosiesposey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Praise God! There were times of the day where I felt half normal, whatever that is! Yes, I did get up for the remainder of the day at my usual 3 pm, but I needed to get to A-town to get 5 of my prescriptions because I was going to be out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Chandra, was going to town, anyway, so I asked her if I could tag along and stop by the pharmacy to get them. If you haven't been around me, you wouldn't know that just to shower, put clothes on and a ride in the car, even just to pick up one thing, would totally exhaust me. Yesterday I was able to do it, and I felt pretty good. This was the first day like that in a very very long time. In fact, it's been so long that I can't even remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that every day from this point on is going to be like that? No, most probably not, but I do cherish and treasure the good days and try to fully enjoy them. I do have to make sure that I don't overdo it, though, because then I will crash and be physically down and in pain for days or weeks. I do hope it's not so long for the next good day like that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. The pain is there, but not horrendous. When you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; with it this long, it just becomes part of your life. My chest does feel like someone is giving me a bear hug. My help tonight, Ginger, called and one of her friends really needed her help with something tonight so she wondered if I could get by without her. I told her I would try. I am feeding the twins stuff for dinner that aren't too messy, so hopefully they can forgo their baths. Here, I will show you why they usually need a bath after supper every night. This was taken after one of those times where I got their supper, then had to disappear into the bathroom for a few minutes (everyone has to go sometimes :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185143508015205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvaQJOxFbdI/R_VUjGirSsI/AAAAAAAAACE/GKkhp3jXZz4/s320/kids+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Do you like how it makes her eyebrows appear to come to a V in the middle of her forehead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My oldest is supposed to be cleaning her room, getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on and washing her hands so she can eat supper. It's just the kids and I for supper, so I just feed the kids and eat whatever, whenever. I usually don't eat until the kids are in bed when it's just me. It's just easier that way. On the nights I have help, I can usually eat the same time as the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fred works nights, so he is sleeping, and even on his odd nights off, he is not up in time for supper, so then we eat after the kids go to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's pretty gloomy looking outside. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; wait for the grass to green up. I think when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; warmer, things are blooming and having some nice sunny days will really perk us all up. I look forward to the times where we can go outside after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; and play. I am hoping to get one of those pools with the inflatable rings that stay up when you put water in them that have the filter. I do think it would give us something to do after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; to get us all outside, get some fresh air and let the kids have fun. The water will be good for me, as when I am in deeper water it takes the weight of the world off my aching body, so then I don't hurt as bad. I would LOVE a hot tub, and really think it would benefit me the most, but funds keep us from being able to get one. If I could sit in that every night before bed, I am sure I would be able to sleep much better and more comfortably, then be able to do a little more in the daytime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I know is that God has always supplied all of our needs. If I really would benefit from these things, then they will be provided, someway, somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signing off for today and trying to dance.....Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134451710895391988-31845256613079784?l=rosiesposey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off! - Julie, who is still sort of zombie-like, but not too bad, just a little out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134451710895391988-7406478486775904121?l=rosiesposey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I guess I am a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whacko&lt;/span&gt;. Angie was talking about my tongue picture and that reminded me of one of my talents. Here....let me show you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvaQJOxFbdI/R9DPTxxQ6TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BajyGby_BtY/s1600-h/Picture+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174863910533130546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvaQJOxFbdI/R9DPTxxQ6TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BajyGby_BtY/s320/Picture+25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this a cool talent? Anyone else out there have this talent? I'm telling you, my tongue is like a lizard tongue or something. Which reminds me...I do a really good lizard impersonation. Maybe that can be for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some big things happened in the Fisher Corporation today. The two members with the least seniority traded offices with the person in the middle of seniority. It's a bigger office, but the two newest members have to share the larger office. Break time went really well, and after office closing went pretty well, too. All in all, a good day. Exciting and a little heartbreaking that the two newest members are past their probationary period. I guess we have to start paying benefits now. Wait! We've been paying benefits from the beginning. I guess that's what makes the Fisher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corporation&lt;/span&gt; a good place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oldest daughter still is not wanting to listen, but I only wanted to toss her in a snowbank just once or twice today. So, I guess she is a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally found out how to drink that nasty fizzy powder magnesium so that it's bearable. Boil some water in teapot, pour over powder, add pack of Sweet N Low at the same time. As you are watching it foam up to the top of the cup, but in baby gas drops to cut some of the fizz. Run cup to sink to catch overflow of foam (from adding maybe 3/4" of water.) Stir until fizz is gone, wash sticky off cup and chug. It wasn't too bad tonight and it helps right away. I was really hurting from the little I did in the changing of offices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poodles are doing good. Here's my favorite one, Special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvaQJOxFbdI/R9DSAxxQ6VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6iZWCSAB4a8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174866882650499410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvaQJOxFbdI/R9DSAxxQ6VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6iZWCSAB4a8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she sweet.  I didn't name her, but she sure is a special girl to me.  My favorite snuggle bug.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doodlee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, signing off for tonight.  I'm all out of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Julemeister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Autumn is snoring again.  This is a different kind of sound that I can't even describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134451710895391988-99286254315319501?l=rosiesposey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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She has been so wound up and rowdy, getting in to all kinds of trouble, breaking house rules, leading her twin sisters astray.....ah!  She is driving me bonkers!  I think I need to send her outside and have her run around the house 5 times....maybe 10!  I love that little girl and I have been trying to figure out when her behaviour got so bad.  It was sometime this fall.  I don't know if it's school, if it's been because she has an ill mother, or what.  I just pray that tomorrow will be a better day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get Autumn, one of the poodles into the vet.  When she opens up her mouth, it pollutes the air in the room.  It seems like she just had her teeth cleaned not too long ago, but something must be wrong.  She used to just give a warning growl to the kids that they were her space, but now she is starting to act like she is going to nip them.  I can't have that.  I don't want to part with her, so I am thinking of just having all of her remaining teeth removed.  I don't think she has all that many left.  I can soften her food with water and she can live out the remaining of her late years toothless.  That way she can still be here, we won't have to worry about problems with her remaining teeth, and we don't have to worry if she nips at the kids, because she would just gum them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred is a WONDERFUL dad.  He works nights and then comes home and works almost another full time job, caring for the kids.  He had the night off last night so he got some work done today.  I didn't get my naps in today so I am feeling really lousy.  I have this magnesium supplement, and it really helps me.  I really need to go take it, but I can hardly stand to take it.  I need to figure out a way to make it more palatable.  It's some powder that fizzes and foams when you add liquid to it.  They say to stir the bubbles out and fill up the mug and drink it like a cup of tea.  I can't stand to drink that much of it.  I really don't like it at all.  But, I'm sitting here really hurting tonight, so I know I need to go take it.  Boy I hope I can find a way to take it that makes it more palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn, the one with the killer breath is laying next to me snoring up a storm.  She is so loud!  I am always having to nudge her to get her to stop snoring so I can go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm signing off....need to motivate myself to go drink that nasty fizzy stuff, and lay down and go to sleepy town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - who's wishing she would have ordered a pizza tonight!  It's my absolute favorite thing! and I really really want some!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134451710895391988-3749558176381706759?l=rosiesposey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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