<?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-4669194806589975055</id><updated>2024-11-01T00:30:13.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Unexpected</title><subtitle type='html'>Life really is like a box of chocolates! You never know what your gonna get. Marriage, children, and everyday life can be like a soap opera.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-4593163926386872434</id><published>2010-10-14T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:48:49.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you remember me?</title><content type='html'>You ever have those days where your left sitting deep in thought but yet your mind is racing and you can&#39;t collect your thoughts? Wait did that make any sense? Well I have had some deep thoughts recently about life, my children, my family, and friends! I came to the conclusion that I was going to do some inventory of things in my life. My thoughts on this are this...you can&#39;t have too much of some things but can have a stock pile of crap that you need to get rid of! So you can&#39;t have too much love, fun, family time, good health, or hopes and dreams. However you can always stand to shed some drama, hate, judgements, and anger. If your like me you can spend a lot of time holding on to anger and resentment it will eat at you if you let it. I thought to myself if I spent those minutes doing something productive or praying, instead of sitting and brewing over hurt feelings or anger toward someone who had done me wrong. I have had an eye opening week. Life is sometimes so short, a girl I went to school with was pregnant and lost her life leaving behind a tiny little 3 lb baby. It is such a tragedy that it makes this little tiff I had seem so petty! &lt;br /&gt;
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People come into your life for a reason. Sometimes they are there forever and sometimes I think they are meant to teach you a life lesson and then you move on. I know that growing up I was an only child and always very lonely. I turn to my friends as if they are family and lean on them for love and support. I have some terrific friends that I love dearly! I have learned that everyone is different, we all have different opinions and reasons behind our decisions in life. I think we are quick to judge others thinking that our way is the &quot;RIGHT&quot; way, but if you really sit back and think, if everyone did everything the same way and thought the same way how boring would life be?? I am very lucky that my husband and I have the same goals and have gone through these struggles together. We have sat down and realized we are at a point in our lives where we aren&#39;t kids anymore we have kids so now is the time to make changes! WE have to start saving for our future and getting involved in our community and in charity events. We need to be in church and active in staying healthy. My husband tells me all the time to stop caring what other people think. Their opinions don&#39;t matter and don&#39;t pay our bills lol! &lt;br /&gt;
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I also have sat and thought a lot about what if it had been me that died? How would I be remembered? Would&amp;nbsp;you remember me for my blog? Would you remember me for being a gossip or selfish? I know these are not things I&#39;m proud of, I&#39;m not perfect and VERY aware of that fact, but I wonder, what would people remember about me? I am very troubled thinking about the answers I might get so...no one can fix this but me! I will make an effort from this day forward to keep my opinions to myself, to not judge others, to not sit and gossip, and to have my priorities straight! I will fail many times but I will make an effort and work on my faults. I will also try to be more productive and do something that matters. My first project, I am going to do a 5k in honor of Kyle, a very good friend of mine that was killing in action over seas! Wish me luck!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4593163926386872434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-would-you-remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4593163926386872434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4593163926386872434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-would-you-remember-me.html' title='How would you remember me?'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-8869320491739579813</id><published>2010-10-12T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:06:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Hurt</title><content type='html'>We all start out as little kids being told don&#39;t say anything if you don&#39;t have anything nice to say! Well I am here to say the same rings true at 5 and 55! Words hurt! I have been through the ringer with my mother and my step dad as a teen growing up. I have been called every name in the book and you would think I would have developed a thick skin but that&#39;s not the case. Words hurt. They can be more painful than punching you in the face. And sometimes they can make you want to punch someone in the face. I learn lessons the hard way, I always have. My husband and I are just fresh out of bankruptcy, that is something very personal that I am putting out there for the world to see! I am not proud of it but I am a firm believer that you live and you learn! Some of our financial problems were our own fault! I own that! Some however were not. My husband had hospital bills that were not his doing an ambulance was called and he had no choice and no insurance, did I mention he was a senior in high school but an adult in Alabama! So he got stuck with the bills and of course didn&#39;t have the money to fight it. After they started garnishing his wages we fell behind and couldn&#39;t catch up! Yeah we are not perfect, we have made dumb decisions&amp;nbsp; and not always had our priorities straight but I think that&#39;s part of being young and not having responsibilities. Once you have&amp;nbsp;done all these dumb things and dug yourself a hole it is really tough to get back out! I am not proud of these things but willing to own my mistakes and accept them! &lt;br /&gt;
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Now when someone who knows these very personal things about you goes and throws it in your face and takes digs at you, it hurts! When your friends with someone I suppose there are different levels of friendship and sometimes you can make bad choices with friendship! Once someone burns you, I mean really burns you its probably a good idea to cut ties and move on! The old saying there are more fish in the sea applies to friendships also!People come into our lives for a reason and sometimes they are there to stay forever and some are there only to teach you a lesson and then they have played their part and will move on!&amp;nbsp;I am growing and changing as a person everyday! I learn and grow and try to change and do better every single day! I am currently trying to make better financial&amp;nbsp;decisions and get my life in order with God. These are two of the most important things to me right now!&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not perfect and have never claimed to be! I think something like this happening is a wake up call! Being hurt by someone is suppose to be family is more painful than just being a friend.&amp;nbsp;I am not a teenager anymore, I am a grown adult woman who is also a wife and a mother. Those are my priorities in life now! I don&#39;t work because I choose to raise my children at home! There are several reasons behind this..one a big ONE is I can&#39;t afford daycare, why would I work to pay someone to raise my children? Now if I were making good money and there were money left over after day care I would work to help my life easier for my family! Not working is hard, we suffer money wise alot more and my husband lives at his job killing himself working twelve hour days for days at a time with no off days for weeks sometimes. Am I looking for sympathy not at all just stating a fact! It is a personal choice. I feel like yeah we may have to be tighter with money for me to stay home but my babies are only babies for a short while and I am loving getting to raise them and bond with them! These are times I will always cherish! Now with that said to each his own. I have been called selfish for staying home with my children when I could work and make life easier, really? Would my life be easier if I worked a 40 hour a week job and had 100$ left over after daycare? O and someone else raised my child that week. Anyway with out trying to harp and gripe. I am just trying to make a point that everyone has their own reasons for everything and the man up stairs is the ONLY persons opinion who matters! I try to be a people pleaser alot of times and not hurt people. I have grown up alot since I had kids and I am realizing whats important to me. Some people matter and some you should just LET EM GO! So I am going to try to practice what I preach. I am not going to stoop to the high school level instead I am going to sit and blog about it and realize some people may read this and agree and others may think I&#39;m nuts. For that matter no one may read this at all which is fine too! I need to get things off my chest and this is my outlet! If you have some words of encouragement or wanna tell me what you think feel free! I am always open to opinions, you know what they say about opinions!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8869320491739579813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/8869320491739579813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/8869320491739579813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-hurt.html' title='Words Hurt'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-5954425061092413339</id><published>2010-10-06T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:41:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My O My</title><content type='html'>My son Bryant is 3 and I mean he is something else! He has this imagination that will blow your mind. I thought I&#39;d take this peaceful evening to share a few stories about him and his little stunts while he and his little brother lay here sleeping kinda early for them!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEtSDV8HPvATD3Qdeai3eBX-gAw9-JjwZttFisQ4REy9vV-jK2_VaFthJD9m4JIa3u5R6oDA0b9G8a1i9aTN6tS6DkEiGZYCHWIhpNo4pG52wsmMjqySwAqO1p422UuVadUU2Guy1nck6/s1600/011.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ex=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEtSDV8HPvATD3Qdeai3eBX-gAw9-JjwZttFisQ4REy9vV-jK2_VaFthJD9m4JIa3u5R6oDA0b9G8a1i9aTN6tS6DkEiGZYCHWIhpNo4pG52wsmMjqySwAqO1p422UuVadUU2Guy1nck6/s320/011.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lets start by saying if you know my son then your used to seeing him like this, if not, yes he does own pants and shoes but he chooses not to wear them most of the time! Bryant has formed an obsession with Santa Claus as well as westerns. Now we are talking about a three year old sitting and watching Lonesome Dove, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Bonanza, and of course The Santa Clause 1, 2, and 3! He has such a vivid imagination, when he tells you stories he stammers over his words trying to let his mouth catch up with his brain! He sits and talks about Santa A LOT! We pass by houses and he says look mommy they have a chimney for&amp;nbsp;Santa but no weather vein for John Wayne&#39;s hat ( if you have ever seen McClintock this will make more sense). So Bryant tells these elaborate stories about snakes and guns and hats and horses. So a couple weeks ago he says to my next door neighbor, when I was a kid I was riding my dirt bike and I fell off and broke my leg and had to go to the hospital but it was OK I got over it! Where he comes up with these stories is beyond me! His wheels never stop turning!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So tonight my husband was running to the store and shut the door as he went to leave, Bryant runs over to me crying and says mommy please open that door I have to tell daddy something. I open the door and stop my husband in the driveway. Bryant yells out I love you watch out for cars, traffic is a 5 be careful. I busted out laughing and hugged him up at the same time. He was thinking of his daddies safety, who knew a 3 year old thought that way? Tonight while grocery shopping he sang his ABC&#39;s and at the end clapped and said way to go Bryant your so smart. He is just so observant and caring. He is always saying things like mommy your my best friend and my angel and I love you 5. 5 is alot in case I didn&#39;t mention that earlier. &lt;br /&gt;
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He recently got all his play guns taken away because the obsession with westerns had gotten way out of hand and I hit a breaking point. One day while cleaning the kitchen he came running in on his stick horse of course with his hat and holster and spurs on his cowboy boots keep in mind for your mental pic here he is only wearing undies and all these accessories. He yells at me that he is going to blow my brains out, well I flipped my lid took every little toy gun away and put them up very very high and gave him a very long talking to! Well the other day he was asked by a family friend where are your guns and he said mommy took them away I hurt her feelings and was ugly but I&#39;m gonna get them back soon. Later that day I was giving him a bath and he looked at me very serious and said... mommy what do I need to do to get those guns back I sure do miss them! Well he hasn&#39;t gotten them back but I think I am about to give in very soon because he seems so empty without his western wear. There are gonna be some stricter rules and more discussions about how back in those days things were alot different but that baby loves those westerns more than any cartoon!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I am always amazed by him he is so smart and so sweet. He threw up while play fighting with his daddy and he was sitting in the tub getting scrubbed down and he looked up so sweet and said mommy I didn&#39;t mean to throw up on your bed I&#39;m sorry! He melts me! I wanna be so mad sometimes but then he smiles and I remember how fast that baby is growing up and I have to work extra hard to punish him! I am wrapped around his little finger! Now with that said sometimes I feel like all I do is yell at him to stop!, don&#39;t do that, quit touching your brother, please stop screaming, omg where did all that water come from, but he is such a blessing, I love that baby! Now I have to go sleep cause he will have me up...way to early!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5954425061092413339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-o-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/5954425061092413339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/5954425061092413339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-o-my.html' title='My O My'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEtSDV8HPvATD3Qdeai3eBX-gAw9-JjwZttFisQ4REy9vV-jK2_VaFthJD9m4JIa3u5R6oDA0b9G8a1i9aTN6tS6DkEiGZYCHWIhpNo4pG52wsmMjqySwAqO1p422UuVadUU2Guy1nck6/s72-c/011.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-4297360950792885752</id><published>2010-10-06T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:48:10.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Jeans</title><content type='html'>Ok so if you have kids and ended up with this strange body that your not sure is yours then I am right there with you. Things are not the same as they used to be! There are things that need to be hidden or disguised that just aren&#39;t so pretty like they used to be. Well I follow a blog that I love, Mommy Wants Freebies. She is always doing give aways and I came across some &quot;mom&quot; jeans. They claim to make you look 10 lbs slimmer in 10 seconds. I of course joined the fun of trying to win the giveaway so I am going to give you a link so you can too! &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mommywantsfreebies.com/2010/09/my-new-favorite-jeans-miraclebody.html&quot;&gt;http://www.mommywantsfreebies.com/2010/09/my-new-favorite-jeans-miraclebody.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;So go try for your free pair!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4297360950792885752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/mom-jeans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4297360950792885752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4297360950792885752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/mom-jeans.html' title='Mom Jeans'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-240867080568062769</id><published>2010-10-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:46:34.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Wants Freebies: My new favorite jeans - MiracleBody! Review and Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mommywantsfreebies.com/2010/09/my-new-favorite-jeans-miraclebody.html&quot;&gt;Mommy Wants Freebies: My new favorite jeans - MiracleBody! Review and Giveaway!&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/240867080568062769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/mommy-wants-freebies-my-new-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/240867080568062769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/240867080568062769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/mommy-wants-freebies-my-new-favorite.html' title='Mommy Wants Freebies: My new favorite jeans - MiracleBody! Review and Giveaway!'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-4434566968235763741</id><published>2010-10-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:50:20.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to do before you die?</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a little while since I have written but things can get insane with a three year old and three month old! I was sitting here watching this show on MTV and they ask the question What do you want to do before you die?&amp;nbsp; So I was sitting here pondering what do I want to do? Life is short and you should live everyday to its fullest something I really need to start doing! So here is my list of what I&#39;d like to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to visit L.A. as well as NYC and Italy!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to finish college!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to finally be happy with myself and gain some sort of self esteem and confidence!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to design and help build a house for my family to grow up in!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to feel like I have made a difference, been a great mother and wife, and wonderful friend. &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now it&#39;s your turn, tell me what you want to do!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4434566968235763741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-want-to-do-before-you-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4434566968235763741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4434566968235763741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-want-to-do-before-you-die.html' title='What do you want to do before you die?'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMKDm9pa9jvRBCXUPlmAJS0wkLU6HxUEDrZxdNlcijFrF1L8Es5D-Lowm7Ym2o5WiiBjntEQLmU9cNa9IaeP_Z7m259bMlqz0nrB8lFWORTCtBRn6tF9WvMZPAUPJ3L2WOYbljQomz_ov/s72-c/015.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-6515710105208483102</id><published>2010-09-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:26:46.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Mom Makes Me SICK!</title><content type='html'>I am going to devote an entire blog to the discussion of the MTV show Teen Mom. Let&#39;s first start this by saying birthing a child does not make you a mother! It takes ALOT more than just the act of having the child.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s start with Amber simply because she pisses me off more than any of the others! She is a total piece! The way she talks to Gary and Leah is disgusting! She is like a bi polar selfish witch! I have never in my life seen someone talk that way in front of a baby or to a baby. Gary needs to man up and slap her across the face. NO ONE will ever talk to my children or in front of my children the way she does. I don&#39;t want to say it is okay for a man to hit a woman but she is not&amp;nbsp;a woman she is a b**ch! I am so appalled by the fact that the authorities have not gone in and taken that child! She is hateful and a poor excuse for a role model!&lt;br /&gt;
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Farrah, selfish, spoiled and snobby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Catelynn did the best thing for her baby, her momma is such a piece of junk, again she is just like Amber!&lt;br /&gt;
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Maci actually cares about Bentley! I hope she isn&#39;t jumping the gun by moving to Nashville!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry to cut this short, had lots more to say! Just found out about a recall on baby formula and I have to find out if its ok for mason to have his!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6515710105208483102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/teen-mom-makes-me-sick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/6515710105208483102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/6515710105208483102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/teen-mom-makes-me-sick.html' title='Teen Mom Makes Me SICK!'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-1389922196919206812</id><published>2010-09-20T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:14:56.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s got you excited?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So I get very excited for the new fall line up! All the best shows are coming back on! I am very excited that&#39;s why your getting so many !!!! points lol! I can&#39;t wait for Grey&#39;s and Private Practice. So let me know what your favorites are! Maybe there&#39;s a show I don&#39;t watch that I should be. I added a little poll on here so you can vote for your fav!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I have been out of the loop this week, I had some medical issues and my honey had to stay home with me and the boys I was put on bed rest which is no fun. I did enjoy getting to sleep late and take naps it was great but now I am spoiled and Mark goes back to work tomm! I have a birthday coming up and kinda ruined my surprise cause I checked a txt msg not meant for me...oops! I guess I am getting to go out to eat somewhere good friday night but now I will stress all week he has no idea what he has done by making these plans. Now I will freak out over nothing to wear, need to book a last minute hair cut, sit and obsess over my weight and how fat I will look next to all my gorgeous friends that got invited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;My boys are my world, and have this insane way of making my smile no matter what is going on! I don&#39;t care how bad I feel Bryant can act silly or be sweet and it just melts me. Masons just now getting a personality and there is no better feeling than seeing that baby smile! I am a very lucky lady to have these amazing children. I thank God for them everyday and I only hope I can be the kind of mommy they deserve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The diet is not going so well this week with all the laying in bed and no running or walking. I feel like a huge fatty, I have eaten okay but I cheated on my diet alot more than usual and ate ice cream!!! I know I know I will never fit into a great pair of jeans again if I dont get back into my weight loss state of mind but gosh it is much tastier to have ice cream and pasta! Ahhh well back to the diet starting tomm!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1389922196919206812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-got-you-excited.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/1389922196919206812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/1389922196919206812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-got-you-excited.html' title='What&#39;s got you excited?'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-5376535076407357730</id><published>2010-09-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:42:47.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>I have had the blues today, I guess part of the whole hormones thing still going on. I will admit I am a t.v. junkie always have been, I was only child and I live in the smallest town ever so it is my window to the world. It&#39;s how I see how the other half live lol! So I watch Keeping up with the Kardashians, I think this is unhealthy for me! I get jealous at the vast amounts of money they have to spend, and I mean here&#39;s the thing about em, now don&#39;t get me wrong I think Khloe and I would be BFF&#39;s, but they are not singers, actresses, or anything, they are just simply famous. Which ok mad props to them I am a bit jealous. They spend money like water, travel like crazy, shop til they drop, have their hair and makeup done perfectly by others all the time and have every endorsement you can imagine! So I sit and dream of this type of lifestyle, I&#39;d love to be able to shop and pampered like they are. Well the problem is it almost makes me sad, which is sad that I am jealous to the point of being sad. I mean I just would love that life for myself and my family. We have to clip coupons and budget and plan for everything from haircuts, to dinner out and you can forget vacations since I am not working. I mean we only have one car! So after sitting and watching and getting so upset I felt guilty. All I can think about is how I wish I had their looks and money and homes and cars. Well I need to be thankful for what I have! So I am attempting to put those thoughts aside and be glad for the gifts God has given me! Mark gets on to me all the time for caring what other people think so I am going to work on that. I am going to thank God for my babies and family and try to be a better friend, mother and wife! I will try to be less selfish and caught up in my own little world and think of others! I will start working on my crafts and try to sell them and hopefully find some more houses to clean on the side and be thankful for what I have!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5376535076407357730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/5376535076407357730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/5376535076407357730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-4589000937072084748</id><published>2010-09-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:02:23.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So Friday was my 5 year wedding anniversary and my sweet husband took me to eat at my favorite restaurant, Bone Fish Grill! It was wonderful but I&#39;m thinking the loaf of fresh baked bread I ate did nothing for my weight loss! I did eat fish and salad though so that&#39;s good I think. Well I called my Dr on Friday to see about getting diet pills, I guess that&#39;s technically cheating but if you knew how bad I want to fit into my old clothes you&#39;d understand. Well turns out he is not into diet pills, says they are a big no no! So now I have to go in for blood work because he thinks it is strange I still weigh today what I did the day I had Mason. I&#39;m hoping it is something simple and the weight can start to fall off like ASAP! So Friday night was suppose to be my cheat night but then Saturday was football and we had people coming over which meant chicken wings, chicken cheese ball, chips and dip, etc. Well I did okay but felt kinda guilty after. Well no weight loss and no inches lost so maybe soon! Keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday Bryant had his first dentist appointment, he did really good and had lots of stories to tell and was so excited! Then we had a great dinner out for our 5 year anniversary. It felt so nice to be out with no kids and no diapers or bottles or anyone to take care of but myself.&amp;nbsp;Then&amp;nbsp;the Tide Rolled right over Penn State Saturday night, it was a good game spent with good friends and family! Overall had a great weekend with Mark being home with me and the boys. Now on the flip side I believe I am suffering from post pardum depression because my emotions are all over the place. I cry at the drop of a hat and am on edge and like so ill it is insane. I seriously feel like I am loosing it. I keep wanting to snap on people and cry like way more than ever before. I am really hoping this will soon pass because it is horrible! Masons waking up for another bottle getting ready for nighty night!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4589000937072084748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4589000937072084748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4589000937072084748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-3524592661003640741</id><published>2010-09-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:27:41.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of the weight loss challenge!</title><content type='html'>OK so day two is down and I did OK! I ran a mile, and walked 2! I ate baked chicken and broc and a salad for dinner and had water. I also had Raisin Bran crunch this morning with 2% milk. I kept telling myself to keep going while I was running because I wanted to quit so bad and it was so painful but I want the end result so bad! So we will hope that I stay strong and keep eating fruit for snacks instead of cakes or cookies! Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMkn1kV3J7uS_xdnUsHeZikkABt803bCifWF-2Hp1ORRNtmpyBPPVWU0wPCcArWZ7Gs22X2hruC3Deb9SO6ApFmseLeZPcF56su_ZzJ6rVBfv9gd7RDTgiZ6p67J4ESdU1MMhiJPO9hlc/s1600/007.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMkn1kV3J7uS_xdnUsHeZikkABt803bCifWF-2Hp1ORRNtmpyBPPVWU0wPCcArWZ7Gs22X2hruC3Deb9SO6ApFmseLeZPcF56su_ZzJ6rVBfv9gd7RDTgiZ6p67J4ESdU1MMhiJPO9hlc/s320/007.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On another note my son is being such a nut today! Bryant is so funny! He kept wiping my kisses off earlier and then actually got up to the sink and washed his lips and said they are dirty and so I said, O you think mommies kisses are dirty, he said no mommy my face is dirty. So he washed his face and then I kissed him again and he washed it again and I said I thought my kisses weren&#39;t dirty he said they aren&#39;t but now my face keep getting dirty! So then he eventually let me kiss him without wiping it off for like 5 seconds then he said OK I&#39;m done with this! He is so smart! He answered the phone tonight and said who is it? Who is this? What is your name? What do you want? O I don&#39;t want to talk to you and threw the phone! Guess phone manners are the next thing to work on! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today is the day! No more waiting for tomm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Nothing tastes as good as looking thin feels! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;(stolen from a possible genius..minus her football preference&amp;nbsp;Jenn M. I heart u!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To fit into a pair of jeans that is not a double digit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To wave and not have my arm still waving after I&#39;m done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To be able to take a shower with the lights on and not be frightened by what I see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To not have to wrap anything up to wear my clothes normally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For about 2 weeks now I have been walking everyday and have seen no results so now the diet has to change! Diet changes for now are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Drink more water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Eat lots of greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;NO WHITE BREAD OR PASTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No sweets ( not excited about this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I guess we will see how this week goes and I will post updates on this next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My first craft ( since I haven&#39;t learned sewing yet) is a wreath I made. I think it is adorable and is something you could give at a baby shower or take it to the hospital to hang on the door!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now I also thought I would attempt to make a baby blanket that I didn&#39;t have to sew so I tried one of those no sew ones that you see. I made 3 of these kept one for myself and have the other 2 away. My best friend Jennifer said how much it meant to her that I made her something and took the time, Which made me feel like it was totally worth it! Here&#39;s a pic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can imagine this could go on for hours! So after the tub I was in here couponing, my usual Sunday activity after I get the paper. He comes in and sits with me and says mommy I love you. Well I love you too Bryant. He then says your my angel and my best friend I love you 5. I am assuming 5 means ALOT! He then gave me the most precious kiss imaginable and said I&#39;m going to bed with daddy turn that t.v. off and come on! I have days that I want to pull my hair out and days that he makes my heart melt. Children are so much smarter than I realized and you cant pull any tricks with Bryant. I am very blessed to have my boys and cherish my time with them. I know one day they will be all grown up and all I can hope and pray for is we stay close and have a wonderful relationship. I want to get myself or Mark fixed so there will be no more babies but I also feel like it wont be so bad after Mason gets a little bigger but man alive it is tougher having two than I ever imagined!&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought that working a full time job and managing Bryant was rough, haha yeah right. I am up to my eye balls in laundry and cleaning and feeding and changing and cooking and bath time and wow it never ends and by the time I sit down check my facebook and blog and coupon, well Mason should be screaming anytime now to be fed again! I am exhausted not to mention I am trying to loose weight and walking an hour a day, I am making myself tired just thinking about how busy my days are. And whats worse, I am sitting in my living room looking at ten things I should be up doing! I&#39;m not complaining (ok maybe a little) just venting some frustrations, I am very blessed to get to stay home with my babies. I wouldn&#39;t change it for the world!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6168811191556727780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/6168811191556727780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/6168811191556727780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-mommy.html' title='Why Mommy???'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36-rSXs-TSZ9VWX9NOD2ptF2_FiWzbvDdjFp2Nd2vWQAszHqakoIJ22ZtngyvQYpiCLq3rQW5Gwk9yfIv2h1Zxo3Xb0XMxS84ZgYB838JyLQC0C4ffxKTCEuFHPr7SvoZexAJv2ZlxMPf/s72-c/misty2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-1408795488034143797</id><published>2010-08-28T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:11:48.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>Well here we are 8 weeks in to having two kids and wow is it more than I ever imagined! The sleep thing is so much better, the first six weeks were horrible, I literally thought it would never end. Now everyday I find a new obsticle to overcome. I have always been one of those people who heard kids screaming in Wal-Mart and thought gosh shut that kid up...Now I am the mom thinking this is so embarrassing, why wont he just act right for 5 minutes? It is so stressful to go out in public, Bryant is at that age where he wants everything he sees and asks a million questions! Don&#39;t get me wrong I understand he is just a baby still but sometimes he picks the worst times to decide to misbehave. I feel like everyone is stopping to stare at me. So next time you hear a kid being loud think of that poor mom and how she might be feeling! &lt;br /&gt;
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I have started my weight loss journey, all those krispy kremes and snickers are a thing of the past...wait no they are still around my waist and thighs! I am now walking an hour a day minimum! The weight is not going anywhere! I am trying to be patient but I want it gone so bad it is becoming an obsession! I will go ahead and admit I have taken some desperate measures, I have been wearing shrink wrap and a girdle. I feel like a crazy person but I will try alot of extremes to wear my clothes again! &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a mother of two is alot of work! I have to watch Bryant constantly to make sure he isnt hurting Mason because he has no idea when he is being too rough and Mason is so tiny. I feel like I never get things accomplished because as soon as I start something Mason needs to be fed or changed and Bryant needs something to drink, then he is hungry, then he needs to potty and wants me to pull his pants up and then the phone rings and someone wants to chat and then Mason wants to be held and WILL whine until you pick him up! Bryant is very smart and such a handfull! He is changing so much it is so scary to think about him growing up so fast! I still doubt myself as a mother every ten minutes and think should I have said that or done that? I think everyday I am messing up and will one day regret this lol! I always think should I spank him, is that him just being a kid, how do I explain this to him? I sit and ponder these things all the time but all I can do is pray that God will guide me to be the mother he wants me to be! Well enough for now, gotta sleep while Mason is asleep! God Bless!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1408795488034143797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/8-weeks-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/1408795488034143797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/1408795488034143797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/8-weeks-and-counting.html' title='8 weeks and counting'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-5231076198779258195</id><published>2010-07-20T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:55:12.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first trip to Walmart</title><content type='html'>I think if you talk to any mom, you will typically find that we had all rather go grocery shopping alone. It is so much easier and faster! Well this is not always possible and today I decided to venture out to Walmart to use some coupons that were about to expire. Yes, I am on a huge kick with my coupons but if you saw how much more stuff we are able to buy now, it would blow your mind! Anyways, I had quite the trip and learned some what not to dos. Bryant is finally potty trained which is great but going to the bathroom in public can sometimes prove to be a job in itself. We head to the restroom when he starts holding it(literally). So after unloading the buggy of my purse diaper bag and newborn we see that it is closed for cleaning, how wonderful! So of course Mason wakes up right after that ordeal and wants a bottle. So picture me taking up tons of space in the isle, newborn screaming, people staring, and Bryant saying mommy lets go look at toys...NOW! Well I dont know if any of you have tried to hold a baby and bottle, while pushing a buggy and answering 100 questions from a toddler but wow it makes for one LONG and exhausting trip! I am so blessed that God gave me the babies he did, they are miracles and though I find myself wanting to cry alot more these days and doubting myself ALOT, I wouldn&#39;t change a thing, I am so blessed to have these wonderful boys in my life. I dont deserve them! Its odd to say but I feel lost when I have to leave Bryant for whatever reason, its like I&#39;m missing a part of me. Well I havent really left Mason yet but I can&#39;t wrap my head around these moms who dont want or dont raise their kids. I am lost without mine. I have such a different life than I could have ever  imagined, but I wouldnt trade the poop diapers, bottles, messes or diasters for any of the things I used to be into. Never a party, club, or dinner has ever compared to these two boys and the love I have for them!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5231076198779258195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-trip-to-walmart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/5231076198779258195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/5231076198779258195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-trip-to-walmart.html' title='My first trip to Walmart'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-2971843922358902119</id><published>2010-07-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:23:54.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks in</title><content type='html'>I am now a mother of two for 3 weeks. Needless to say my life has been flipped upside down! I am no longer snuggling and sleeping late with Bryant, I am up all night with a very fussy, crying Mason and then trying to cat nap on the couch and pray Bryant doesnt tear the house apart. I am very blessed that Bryant is so independant. He will sit in his room and watch a movie orplay with his &quot;mans&quot; as he calls em or do a puzzle. I have kept a terrible headach for days now and shed so many tears it is not even funny. Now I have gone through my fair share of jobs and when we decided to have another baby, I had the thought that maybe this is where I belong, a mom, just raising my kids and taking care of my husband. maybe that is why I never felt like any job suited me. Well I am by no means a wonderful extraordinary mother, but I really do love being with my boys all the time. Knowing I am raising them, shaping and molding them and teaching them, it makes me really happy! Now I am no over the top momma who uses cloth diapers, makes my own baby food and breast feeds. Don&#39;t get me wrong I tried breast feeding but it was hard, I am not a big fan of popping the boob out in front of people and to be honest the pain of sore nipples and a starving child going to town on em, well it&#39;s not the wonderful bonding experience you think it will be. Did I mention when they are full and he is asleep and your in so much pain or he is crying and ur leaking milk every where? So these moms who do cloth diapers to save the environment and money...kudos I salute you. I am not a huge fan of poop and an even bigger fan of not having to try to figure out what to do with mushy newborn poop. Like seriously where do you put it, obviously the toilet but like then you have to try to get it all off and wash it and I&#39;m sure that I dont want my clothes washed with poop! Motherhood with two is soooo different from just one. I hope that by getting back to my blogging, I can get everything off my chest and keep my sanity!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2971843922358902119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-weeks-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/2971843922358902119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/2971843922358902119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-weeks-in.html' title='3 weeks in'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-7037386081616807133</id><published>2010-07-20T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:04:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in motherhood</title><content type='html'>OMG this has been very stressful, very overwhelming week for me! Mason our newest addition has gone through having his days and nights mixed up to finding out he is allergic to milk! So needless to say I am exhausted! I havent gotten any sleep and there is somethig very emotional about a baby that wont stop crying at 5 am! I have been a basket case! I have felt every emotion possible! I have gone from guilt to anger to overwhelming amounts of stress, anxiety, sleep deprivation! It has been a whirlwind! I am very emotional and I still feel like Mason loves his daddy more! Things are so crazy when you feel like that baby should want his mommy and nothing will calm him down except his dad who has work and cant sit up with him! It has been a little overwhelming. I am hoping for it to all calm down sooN!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7037386081616807133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-in-motherhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/7037386081616807133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/7037386081616807133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-in-motherhood.html' title='Adventures in motherhood'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-8498426795205416765</id><published>2010-07-10T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:55:55.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s Important</title><content type='html'>When you loose someone you sit and think about how short life is and how you are not promised a tommorrow. I hope that I don&#39;t ever take my husband or babies for granted. I have changed so much over the past few years, I can&#39;t imagine my life without my babies. My outlook on life and priorities are so different than they have ever been. Bryant lights up my life with his smile and laugh. That baby is so smart, he amazes me! We can sit and do puzzles and he sings to me and he can count and say his alphabet and even though these are things I hear him do many times a day, it always makes me smile. I am so proud of everything he does, he really has changed my life. Mason is kinda still just chillin out not doin to much but just holding him and having him here with us, makes me melt. God has blessed us in so many ways. I am not a perfect mother by any means, I am sure I fall short so many times a day and without Mark helping me sometimes I don&#39;t know how I&#39;d make it! There is no better feeling in this world than the love between me, Mark, and these babies! I am such a lucky woman to have such an awesome husband. Mark is a very special person, he has overcome so much in his life and is truly one of the best people I have ever known! He is a wonderful father, these boys are so lucky! I have had numerous jobs in my life but the best decision I have ever made is staying home to raise my boys. I can honestly say I am in love with 3 boys. They have rocked my world and I will never be the same! I hope that everyone can one day experience having a child and the true love that comes with it!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8498426795205416765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/8498426795205416765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/8498426795205416765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-important.html' title='What&#39;s Important'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-2511802073022171017</id><published>2010-07-10T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T05:12:39.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Been a While</title><content type='html'>I have had alot going on and have totally stopped blogging for a while now. I look at my blog as a way of getting things off my chest so I am going to try to not slack off so much, I think it&#39;s good for the soul and everyone keeps messaging me saying whered ur blog go lol! So My little guy is finally here. Mason was born June 28th and he is amazing! I am so in love with this little guy! Today is a sad day, we have a death in the family. RIP Jeffrey! Our cousin died yesterday morning, such a sad loss, I have such a special place in my heart for bee bop, i loved that kid! Well ok so enough for now Mason is waking up, more later I promise!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2511802073022171017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/2511802073022171017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/2511802073022171017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&#39;s Been a While'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-8004722365336319016</id><published>2010-05-26T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:17:17.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Week 34</title><content type='html'>So things are  tough right now. I am miserable and wanting Mason to be here soooo bad. I have been up all night. I think I literally worried myself sick so I have had no sleep and lots of close calls running to throw up. I am stressing out over money, bills and the fact that I am about to have a baby! I have a little too much on my plate right now and the funny thing is there is nothing I can do to control one bit of it so it is kind of pointless to be so worried. I am just an OCD worrier! I always have been! I get stressed so easy I need to let it be and let God take control of it! It&#39;ll all work itself out. I am going to try to be more positive and think about the fact that I have my family and we are healthy. I lost an old friend back 2 weeks ago in Afganistan. He left behind a wife and 6 month old. That really helps put into perspective how life is so short and should be cherished. I find myself getting frustrated with bryant more lately...I think because I am so miserable with this heat and the pregnancy and the other day I yelled at him because he would listen to me and that baby came and put his hands on my face and said mommy dont scream we dont act like that then he said i was his baby and ran off to play! I really have no grasp of people who either dnt want their kids or abuse them. I get frustrated with mine but I love that baby more than anything! Kids are blessings from God that enrich your life and make it better not to hold you back or be a burden. We are struggling with what we will do after this baby is born if we want more and the truth is I think I do. This pregnancy has been rough but I want a big family and I want to live to be old and grey and experience everything with these kids. I can&#39;t wish their childhoods away of course but I know it&#39;ll be an adventure!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8004722365336319016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/05/pregnancy-week-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/8004722365336319016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/8004722365336319016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/05/pregnancy-week-34.html' title='Pregnancy Week 34'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-2520571851012252948</id><published>2010-04-13T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:52:59.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>There are so many things as a parent that you question. I wonder if I am potty training the right way. I wonder if I should put him in pre-school or let him stay home with me because he has enough years of school as it is. I wonder if the way I disipline is right or wrong. I have feelings of guilt that we are not going to church and he is not being exposed to religion the way he should be. I wonder if I let him watch too much t.v. I question myself all the time and wonder if I am doing the best I can. Now I wonder how having this baby is going to impact Bryant and how I am going to keep things fair for him. Well now I have a new issue. Things have hit a crossroads with my mother ( read any previous blogs to see some background if you have questions) and she has been asked not to come back to our house. Bryant is too young to understand the negative impact she is having on him. All he knows is that she is his mimi and he loves her. She has basically made it clear that she has no feelings for me her own daughter or my husband that she is only here to see Bryant. She is rude, hateful, and disrespectful here in my own house. Mark has every right to say he works his butt off for this family and there is no reason for her to be here if she is just going to cause stress and drama for us. So Bryant has no means of understanding this. He keeps asking where she is and why he can&#39;t see her. I don&#39;t know the right way to explain to him whats going on. I am heartbroken for him. He is so sad sometimes and gets tears asking for her. When she is here she has told him not to be nice or share with the new baby. She has taught him that she is a good guy and we are bad guys.She tells him not to let his cousins and friends play with his toys. She has gone as far as trying to turn him against Mark&#39;s mother. She is a very unhappy miserable person and wants all those around her to be the same way. I am worrying myself about this so much just because I don&#39;t know the impact this may have on him. I remember my mawmaw and all I have is great memories, I love all the times I spent with her and I credit her with most of my raising and shaping me into the person I became. My mother and I have never been very close I was always very close with my daddy&#39;s mother. I want Bryant to have someone in his life to influence him and shape him the way she did me. I am stressed that I won&#39;t handle this the correct way. So for now I am trying to not mention anything unless he brings it up and say as little as possible. I can only hope that she will wake up one day and want to put down the beer and choose to put family first. I don&#39;t know what makes me think this since I am 26 and the beer has been first for 26 years but one can always hope.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2520571851012252948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/2520571851012252948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/2520571851012252948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-3304648999067482326</id><published>2010-04-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:14:28.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Week 28</title><content type='html'>Well this pregnancy is going by faster than I realized. I go Monday for my sugar test...boo needles are no fun! Then within the next 10 or so weeks my son is going to be here. Mark and I were talking about it today and we realized how we have not prepared like we should. We have nothing bought and so we are gonna have to get on the ball! Mason is very active right now but causing me a lot of discomfort because he is so big already that he is giving me no room to breathe or expand after I eat. We tried going for a walk after dinner tonight to try and help me with digestion. Little things that you seem to take for granted become so apparent when your pregnant. I can&#39;t jump on the trsmpoline with Bryant or fit on most things lol. I can&#39;t breathe to walk far much less run. I can&#39;t sleep on my belly or back. I can&#39;t eat as much at a time because then I am miserable for hours...I spend a lot of time being miserab;e by the way! Bryant is being so sweet right now about his baby brother. He tells him goodnight and thinks about him when drinking or eating and at bath time. He has a ton of questions unanswered running through that little head of his. He will make a wonderful big brother I think. I have still got to get the nursery together which sounds easier than it is going to be. It is currently our storage room so there&#39;s lots of stuff that is going to have to find a new home! I am a little nervous about trying to go full term with this baby. I went two weeks over with my son because of a fear of being induced. I am not scared this time I just want to have him and know he is healthy. I am more worried about another 9 lb. baby and the pain of having a 9 lb. baby mixed with the stitches. I can&#39;t wait til he is here so I can meet him. I have so many questions in my head, I want to see how he will be different from Bryant, his personality, his looks. I&#39;m very ready to meet my new little man!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3304648999067482326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/pregnancy-week-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/3304648999067482326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/3304648999067482326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/pregnancy-week-28.html' title='Pregnancy Week 28'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669194806589975055.post-4028198824538048496</id><published>2010-04-08T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:59:10.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Death is very hard for me. I guess this is mainly due to losing my daddy at the age of nine. I then lost my mawmaw who was probably closer to me than my own mother at 18. I don&#39;t deal well with death, it is very scary for me and holds so many uncertainties. Tonight I went to the funeral home to show support for Jason a boy I graduated with that lost his 4 month old son. I am beyond heartbroken. I can not imagine losing Bryant, heck I haven&#39;t even met Mason yet and I&#39;d lose it if something happened to him. I have been laying in bed for an hour trying to dose off and all I keep thinking about is how scary death is. How permanent, and scary. I am terrified to even imagine losing my babies or my babies growing up without me or Mark. I always felt lost and empty not having my daddy around. I have wondered for so many years what it would have been like to have a daddy to hug me and hold me and see me off to prom or walk me down the isle and I will never know those feelings. I have only the few memories that remain from childhood of what a wonderful and loving man he was. He was by no means perfect but still a wonderful man in my eyes. My heart aches thinking about my boys not knowing their daddy. You see my husband suffered his first heart attack at age 27. This runs in his family and he was putting too much stress on himself by working full time and going to school to better our future. My son woke him up at 4 a.m. and possibly saved his life by doing so. I will never forget the pain and the fear of being told your husband has suffered a heart attack I am going to need you to sign some papers. It was all a bit of a blur but the thought flashed back into my head of the morning we found daddy, that morning will live with me forever! I don&#39;t have a good relationship with my mother and may never but the fact that she lost her husband is something I will never understand or comprehend or so I hope I never have to do. I don&#39;t know what that did to her to change her I just know she has never been the same. I know you hear about people who pick up and carry on but I am just at a lost as to how you do that. I am having a really hard time feeling ready for the end it is all so scary for me. I DO NOT WATCH MOVIES ABOUT THE END OF THE EARTH, 2012 SCARES THE POO OUT OF ME! I guess I don&#39;t feel ready which is my own fualt I need to get right with GOD and be prepared, I need my family to be prepared! It&#39;s the whole idea of not being here anymore it makes me sick thus being awake at midnight blogging hoping to make myself sleepy! Different topic might have been better to get my mind off thing huh? I hope that this all helps me to not take my family for granted and I hope for anyone who takes time to read this you do the same. We are not promised tommorrow so kiss your babies and love them with all your heart, and don&#39;t argue with your spouses just hug em and tell em you love em!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4028198824538048496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4028198824538048496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669194806589975055/posts/default/4028198824538048496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kgreeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>kgreeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075305462809460725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ1G7IDlFdyVRGfJ-jaG_3kMUtOPIs0VxlSy3w5mE6sYrgRu2bX6cvMNHZvDiFPegja-nNgsmtOSRhM7lIqwHGuV2HRqRSvyj6oHt8aSNi-S62fFRKl90NemLovUI_A/s220/830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>