<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362</id><updated>2025-10-11T01:41:47.975-07:00</updated><category term="Death/unfair"/><category term="a miracle"/><category term="bed time for kids amphetamine"/><category term="cereal"/><category term="donation"/><category term="everlasting love"/><category term="fighting with son"/><category term="fruity pebbles. fall"/><category term="god?"/><category term="mad"/><category term="pee.toilet"/><category term="playing outside when its cold"/><category term="scrubbing the toilet"/><category term="sleeping"/><category term="twenty dollars"/><category term="zombies"/><title type='text'>Susprise, life&#39;s hard!?</title><subtitle type='html'>Just when you thought evrything was going how it should, theres always something, anythink to keep you from whenre you need to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-8088671479938885934</id><published>2010-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:55:18.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Loss</title><content type='html'>**On the 19th of November I lost my Grandmother. Who was much more than that. She was a friend, a mother, a fighter, a comedian, a bingo champion, a shoulder, she was everything. I never expected this to happen. She was the grandmother that wasnt frail. She could talk to you for hours and make you laugh until your belly hurt. She was my &quot;ma&quot;. Thats what everyone called her. Even my friends called her ma. She lived on the same street her whole life and when I walk down that street thats all I smell. &quot;ma&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8088671479938885934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/8088671479938885934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/8088671479938885934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-loss.html' title='The Great Loss'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-4004064722847189283</id><published>2010-11-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:32:41.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 02 27 73397</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/qZbP7hDOPgo?fs=1&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4004064722847189283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/2009-02-27-73397.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/4004064722847189283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/4004064722847189283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/2009-02-27-73397.html' title='2009 02 27 73397'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/qZbP7hDOPgo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-689991425090205822</id><published>2010-11-14T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:13:47.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ranting</title><content type='html'>**I wanted to apologise for my ranting about my granmotherm It was like a drunken scene ar a family dinner and im sorry. I thought let me just erase it thats the beauty of a blog but also you can see the beauty of your anger in that moment to look back on. keep pulling ma.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/689991425090205822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-ranting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/689991425090205822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/689991425090205822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-ranting.html' title='my ranting'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-2323848193225396557</id><published>2010-11-12T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:13:13.465-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death/unfair"/><title type='text'>This world is unfair.</title><content type='html'>My grandmother is dying. I call her ma. My mother gave her rights over to her when i was 15 and my sister 10. She practically raised us through the hardest years of our life, but she did it. Even though everyone told &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;gher&lt;/span&gt; she was crazy for taking us in she didn&#39;t give a fuck. So we moved in and I was happy. Of course i missed my private  school and my friends there but it &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; hard to make new ones.&lt;br /&gt;I really loved my &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;grandmother&lt;/span&gt;. she did everything for me and now she has to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; thinking &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; be selfish Desiree, let her know its &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to go. when you look at her face you  can see shes tired. but for what? for fucking what? She lives her life. Has a Family. Has friends. Has children, and then in the blink of an eye she has to go? I just cant believe &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; fair! Its just not fair ma, i love you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/2323848193225396557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-world-is-unfair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/2323848193225396557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/2323848193225396557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-world-is-unfair.html' title='This world is unfair.'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-1981552047901710997</id><published>2010-11-12T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:27:12.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfair.</title><content type='html'>**</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1981552047901710997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/1981552047901710997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/1981552047901710997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfair.html' title='unfair.'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-6521806798860330831</id><published>2010-11-09T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:39:53.400-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a miracle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god?"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twenty dollars"/><title type='text'>Is there someone wathing over us?</title><content type='html'>**I really &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know if I should post this story but I felt I had to because I felt it was significant enough that someone might get something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I was coming home from &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt; this weekend and while at the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;McDonald&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; at South Station I looked down and noticed a twenty dollar bill. I looked around and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; was a girl rummaging &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;through her&lt;/span&gt; wallet and I said Is this yours and she said &quot;thank you I believe &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; mine&quot;. The worker &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the counter said &quot;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; very honest of you&quot; and I told her it would come back to me. So to make a long story short when I got home I looked in my wallet and was bummed because I only had a few dollars left after our weekend and I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know how I would get snacks and juice for my kids for the next few days until I got my check. So &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; looking for change in my bad and crumpled up on the corner, what looked like trash was a twenty dollar bill. I was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; relieved. The next day I checked my email and some woman donated to me $5.00 through &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;paypal&lt;/span&gt;. It was amazing. I know now that &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; something watching us and making sure we are &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6521806798860330831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-there-someone-wathing-over-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/6521806798860330831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/6521806798860330831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-there-someone-wathing-over-us.html' title='Is there someone wathing over us?'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-6872498144200976831</id><published>2010-11-03T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:02:47.677-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everlasting love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playing outside when its cold"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies"/><title type='text'>for the love of a child ill freeze my a$$ off</title><content type='html'>**I cant believe this. It: about 42 degrees out and I&#39;m &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; on my front deck watching my kids play &quot;zombies&quot; Whatever that entails. they&#39;re having a grand &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&#39; time and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; sitting here freezing my cheeks off so that they can burn off some energy and have a good time. Any suggestions for indoor activities parents?? I can&#39;t do this all winter i just cant. TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE i HATE ZOMBIES. We as parents &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much. What do we get again? Mothers day? Fathers day? whoop &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do. Oh yeah I forgot everlasting love and affection from these &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;creatures&lt;/span&gt; that think you are the best thing in the word, can do everything in the world and just have this look on their face when you do something they think is great that is priceless. Even if it is a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt; look from the face of a pretend zombie. I love you Dom and Sophie even when you are undead.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6872498144200976831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-love-of-child-ill-freeze-my-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/6872498144200976831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/6872498144200976831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-love-of-child-ill-freeze-my-off.html' title='for the love of a child ill freeze my a$$ off'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-8923994843574564929</id><published>2010-10-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:24:50.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana</title><content type='html'>**&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;This week my sons favorite Nana in the world came to visit. She told me she was coming before hand and it was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; hard to keep the secret. I did thought and my son almost flew over the moon. I know he was happy she came and so am I.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8923994843574564929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/nana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/8923994843574564929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/8923994843574564929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/nana.html' title='Nana'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-459542443129232603</id><published>2010-10-24T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:44:04.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Progress Report</title><content type='html'>**&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;My son is in &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; and he &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; his first progress report. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I can&#39;t believe what a big baby I am. Of course everything on it was superb, wonderful, genius, because he&#39;s my son. So I open the envelope because I had no idea what it was at first and as I started reading I go fumbling into the living room to tell him how great he is and how well he did on his progress report. I look up and he&#39;s looking at me like &quot;and what else did you expect&quot;. I tell you I had a tear in my eye and now &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; in the same house as a six year old with a head the size of a small hot air balloon. I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; help the situation much by telling him he deserved a little prize. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/459542443129232603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress-report.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/459542443129232603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/459542443129232603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress-report.html' title='The Progress Report'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-4732593775323005200</id><published>2010-10-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:57:51.797-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed time for kids amphetamine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeping"/><title type='text'>Bedtime in my house</title><content type='html'>**&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;I do love my children don&#39;t get me wrong but bedtime is like a time of day where your children turn into these amphetamine filled beings that &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; seem to know what they want. &quot; mum I want a drink&quot;. ( you bring the drink) no I said I wanted milk not juice. ( stomping back into the kitchen) &quot;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; your milk baby&quot; &quot;no mum...&quot; and then &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;there&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt; crying. I take this as a child being &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; tired but my children have been on a schedule for a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; starting to think &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; being punished for being a hellion to my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Well anyways they&#39;re finally asleep and like most of us we think we&#39;re going to get a project done, clean the bathroom, get bills in order, but what happens, we fall asleep drool and all on the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;love seat&lt;/span&gt; dreaming of what we were supposed to be doing.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4732593775323005200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-in-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/4732593775323005200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/4732593775323005200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-in-my-house.html' title='Bedtime in my house'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-5286988409564470971</id><published>2010-10-15T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:33:20.467-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fighting with son"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pee.toilet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrubbing the toilet"/><title type='text'>My son is mad at me</title><content type='html'>**&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;My son came home mad at me today. I know I should take it seriously but its so hard sometimes when its like, &quot;mum you &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;did&#39;nt&lt;/span&gt; even double knot mt sneaker today!&quot; I cant help but be like, &quot;are you really serious right now?&quot; I scrubbed the back of the toilet with a scrub brush that YOU peed all over and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;YOUUU&lt;/span&gt; are the one that&#39;s angry. Last time I checked, I do not have a penis and no matter how hard I tried, could never get my urine in the places you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Now this brings me to a place I hate to go but all mother&#39;s go through it. Me being single with one son makes it a little easier but I cant imagine like having a husband and a few boys. No matter how good you have them trained. You&#39;re always gonna find a spec on the bowl or if your even more lucky, after you get out of a nice warm bed in the middle of the night and you go to sit on the toilet and realise your tush deep in toilet water because your loved one forgot to put the seat down. It&#39;s happened to the best of us. So &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; going to go tell my son that when he learns how to pee in the toilet the right way, then he can be mad at me because i have first &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;dibbs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5286988409564470971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-son-is-mad-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/5286988409564470971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/5286988409564470971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-son-is-mad-at-me.html' title='My son is mad at me'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942096764683569362.post-4264033711900422660</id><published>2010-10-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:47:19.409-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cereal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fruity pebbles. fall"/><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Ok so my daughter has decided that she has aquired the skills to make a bowl of cereal while sleeping last night. I woke up and slid aboud 4 feet on slimy fruity pebbles. Fun.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4264033711900422660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/4264033711900422660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942096764683569362/posts/default/4264033711900422660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspriselifeshard.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Desiree*D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00170709435360704503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBBE__ZAwWY/TLibaDSZSWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3QKmuaxbiNQ/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>