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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns: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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAR3Y5fyp7ImA9WhBbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641</id><updated>2013-05-15T19:15:46.827-05:00</updated><category term="adulthood" /><category term="parents" /><category term="responsibility" /><category term="children" /><category term="adoptive mother" /><category term="respect" /><category term="lessons" /><category term="birth mother" /><category term="discipline" /><category term="free" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="javascript:void(0)" /><category term="gratitude" /><category term="love" /><category term="kids" /><category term="adoption" /><category term="time" /><title>Memoirs of Me &amp; Mine</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome to our world.  A family of SIX brought together by marriage, birth, adoption &amp;amp; most of all, LOVE!  Journey along w/us through married life, college, public school, twins, our love for animals and LIFE AS WE KNOW IT!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>395</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf" /><feedburner:info uri="memoirsofmeandmine/etnf" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CQXg_fSp7ImA9WhBbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-7410067694012727006</id><published>2013-05-15T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T18:19:20.645-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-15T18:19:20.645-05:00</app:edited><title>Taking A Stroll</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aaR6xJuhEQ/UZQX-UTiWfI/AAAAAAAABUo/M2BQIZCLlQ4/s1600/photo-760646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aaR6xJuhEQ/UZQX-UTiWfI/AAAAAAAABUo/M2BQIZCLlQ4/s320/photo-760646.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5878349772995320306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As I was driving to work this morning I saw a pig walking down the side of the road. It appeared to stop and socialize with this miniature horse.  Then went on its merry way.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/iQe44FoIZT8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/7410067694012727006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/05/taking-stroll.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/7410067694012727006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/7410067694012727006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/iQe44FoIZT8/taking-stroll.html" title="Taking A Stroll" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aaR6xJuhEQ/UZQX-UTiWfI/AAAAAAAABUo/M2BQIZCLlQ4/s72-c/photo-760646.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/05/taking-stroll.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GSHo9fSp7ImA9WhBUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-2892176006690037912</id><published>2013-04-28T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-28T12:42:09.465-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-28T12:42:09.465-05:00</app:edited><title>Sports &amp; Field Trips</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_vQvE7LuUw/UX1fck9fbyI/AAAAAAAABTk/jkWqQJq0ZWc/s1600/image-729465.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_vQvE7LuUw/UX1fck9fbyI/AAAAAAAABTk/jkWqQJq0ZWc/s320/image-729465.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5871954433723559714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ebno3C1cCc/UX1fdHRS1zI/AAAAAAAABTw/vJ_7LR_Am_U/s1600/image-731619.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ebno3C1cCc/UX1fdHRS1zI/AAAAAAAABTw/vJ_7LR_Am_U/s320/image-731619.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5871954442933425970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGxTEyqho2s/UX1fdk81R7I/AAAAAAAABT8/NWmsIa9ULXc/s1600/image-733769.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGxTEyqho2s/UX1fdk81R7I/AAAAAAAABT8/NWmsIa9ULXc/s320/image-733769.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5871954450900666290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m behind on my posts!  It&amp;#39;s the busy time of year.  All sports and field trips for two months.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/iYkJQxTL1fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/2892176006690037912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/04/sports-field-trips.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/2892176006690037912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/2892176006690037912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/iYkJQxTL1fY/sports-field-trips.html" title="Sports &amp; Field Trips" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_vQvE7LuUw/UX1fck9fbyI/AAAAAAAABTk/jkWqQJq0ZWc/s72-c/image-729465.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/04/sports-field-trips.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBSXc6fSp7ImA9WhBWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-2320832601435932164</id><published>2013-04-09T06:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-09T06:14:18.915-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-09T06:14:18.915-05:00</app:edited><title>T-Ball</title><content type="html">My babies are playing t-ball for their first time this season.  I love watching them play. It&amp;#39;s absolutely adorable. But watching and listening to the parents in the stands is a completely different story. For starters, it&amp;#39;s all about winning. No one is there for fun.  They don&amp;#39;t teach the kids to play other positions. My boys have been in the exact same spot every game.  I thought I was paying for my kid to learn how to play the game. That is not the case at all.  One parent in the stands has no problem putting down other people&amp;#39;s kids when they mess up.  Not to mention, their games are at 7:30pm and 8:00pm. Maybe it&amp;#39;s just at my house, but my kids go to bed at 8:00pm every night.  As a parent and a teacher, that is entirely too late for 5 and 6 year olds to be starting a baseball game.  
&lt;br&gt;That concludes my gripe session for today!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/ikz4D_Au9Ek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/2320832601435932164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/04/t-ball.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/2320832601435932164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/2320832601435932164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/ikz4D_Au9Ek/t-ball.html" title="T-Ball" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/04/t-ball.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYERHcyeCp7ImA9WhBWE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-7722164375806140697</id><published>2013-04-07T14:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-07T14:48:25.990-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-07T14:48:25.990-05:00</app:edited><title>Our News</title><content type="html">When my husband and I adopted our twins at 2 months old we didn&amp;#39;t give them names we had always picked for them. Most of our reasoning for this was guilt for taking away the names the birth mother gave them. We felt it would be a betrayal.  However, we have always regretted it.  So now, six years later, we are petitioning to add the names we chose to their middle name.  This way they keep the name they were given from birth, but also have the name they were given at adoption.  My husband has frequently called them by the names we chose. So it&amp;#39;s not a huge new thing for them.  I do wish we had thought of this sooner. But since they are only six, it&amp;#39;s still not too late.  
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&lt;br&gt;Update on my Mom: 
&lt;br&gt;She had to shave her head this week.  Her hair was falling out at a fast rate.  It was starting to bother her.  So this past Monday she shaved it.  This time she isn&amp;#39;t wearing her wig.  She has decided to go with caps and scarves.  I had to explain cancer and chemo to my kids.  They were surprisingly very understanding.  It didn&amp;#39;t seem to shock or scare them.  I pray they learn to have incredible strength, courage and hope just like their Granny.  Even in the face of cancer, she powers on!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/Y3RqMaCUR0A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/7722164375806140697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/04/our-news.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/7722164375806140697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/7722164375806140697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/Y3RqMaCUR0A/our-news.html" title="Our News" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/04/our-news.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINQXg6cSp7ImA9WhBXFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-5565092645404446115</id><published>2013-03-29T18:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-29T18:43:10.619-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-29T18:43:10.619-05:00</app:edited><title>Hair</title><content type="html">My mom had her third chemo treatment the day before yesterday.  Her hair is starting to fall out now.  Each time she runs her hand through her hair a little more comes out.  Last time she shaved it as soon as she noticed it thinning.  But this time she said she&amp;#39;s going to try to make it through the weekend.  She already has a wig and is looking at getting a scarf.  She hasn&amp;#39;t really been sick yet, just a little more tired than usual.  The first two nights after chemo she doesn&amp;#39;t sleep well at all.  Next week they put her port in for the chemo. They tried doing IV chemo treatments this time.  However, they have a hard time getting her veins to cooperate.  Sometimes it gets painful.  So she requested having the port again.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/MEhA5sYbEa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/5565092645404446115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/03/hair.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/5565092645404446115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/5565092645404446115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/MEhA5sYbEa4/hair.html" title="Hair" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/03/hair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGSH0yeip7ImA9WhBQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-6616323553767604802</id><published>2013-03-16T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-16T13:28:49.392-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-16T13:28:49.392-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday Koko</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-z5QvG0ZA4/UUS54nYxUPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/IrkB4bVu4js/s1600/photo-729393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-z5QvG0ZA4/UUS54nYxUPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/IrkB4bVu4js/s320/photo-729393.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5856009797785178354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To our sweet Koko.  
&lt;br&gt;Happy 23rd birthday beautiful daughter.  We are so proud of the lady you&amp;#39;ve become.  
&lt;br&gt;Love Always, Us&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/6MSRYPeK7BM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/6616323553767604802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/03/happy-birthday-koko.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/6616323553767604802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/6616323553767604802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/6MSRYPeK7BM/happy-birthday-koko.html" title="Happy Birthday Koko" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-z5QvG0ZA4/UUS54nYxUPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/IrkB4bVu4js/s72-c/photo-729393.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/03/happy-birthday-koko.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NRHs_fip7ImA9WhBRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-549081030020792015</id><published>2013-03-08T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T08:11:35.546-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-08T08:11:35.546-06:00</app:edited><title>Mom's Post Mastectomy Update</title><content type="html">They took my Mom&amp;#39;s drain tube out on Monday, March 4, 2013. Chemo starts Wednesday, 13, 2013.  It will be once a week for 12 treatments, then every 3 weeks for the last 3 treatments. She will not have to do radiation this time.  The doctors said her hair may only thin and not fall out during the first 12 week treatment. However, it definitely will during the last 3 treatments because it will be a much stronger chemo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/Mhog6Zb4mDA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/549081030020792015/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/03/moms-post-mastectomy-update.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/549081030020792015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/549081030020792015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/Mhog6Zb4mDA/moms-post-mastectomy-update.html" title="Mom's Post Mastectomy Update" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/03/moms-post-mastectomy-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHQXs_fSp7ImA9WhBSE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-9102929195185654455</id><published>2013-02-20T10:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T10:53:50.545-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-20T10:53:50.545-06:00</app:edited><title>My Home as a Safe Haven</title><content type="html">While watching the news this morning, I heard a disturbing story about
&lt;br&gt;an infant being left in a bag.  I cannot understand why someone would
&lt;br&gt;do this when hospitals and fire stations are listed as safe havens.
&lt;br&gt;All you have to do is drop the baby off, no questions asked.  If fact,
&lt;br&gt;if that&amp;#39;s too much, bring that baby to me.  I won&amp;#39;t ask questions
&lt;br&gt;either.  Just consider my house a safe haven also.  This kind of
&lt;br&gt;cruelty is completely outrageous and uncalled for.  It makes so sense
&lt;br&gt;to just leave an innocent baby to die.  So for everyone out there
&lt;br&gt;thinking of abandoning their child, I beg you not to leave them to die
&lt;br&gt;in a bag or trash can or anywhere else for that matter.  Take them to
&lt;br&gt;a safe haven where they can be cared for and loved.  Bring them to me,
&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll provide all the love they will ever need.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;For those interested, here is the link to the news story:
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=news/local&amp;amp;id=8999231"&gt;http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=news/local&amp;amp;id=8999231&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/tSWs5doUUzQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/9102929195185654455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/my-home-as-safe-haven.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/9102929195185654455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/9102929195185654455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/tSWs5doUUzQ/my-home-as-safe-haven.html" title="My Home as a Safe Haven" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/my-home-as-safe-haven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMBRnY6eip7ImA9WhBSE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-5451898961981049145</id><published>2013-02-20T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T08:27:37.812-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-20T08:27:37.812-06:00</app:edited><title>Mom's Mastectomy</title><content type="html">My mom had surgery yesterday.  They did a mastectomy, taking her
&lt;br&gt;remaining breast.  It&amp;#39;s not believed to be in the lymph nodes this
&lt;br&gt;time.  However, we won&amp;#39;t know for sure until the test results are
&lt;br&gt;back.  She looked a bit nervous before surgery (understandable).  But
&lt;br&gt;after surgery she looked awesome.  You would have never known she had
&lt;br&gt;just been under the knife.  She was up and walking as if nothing had
&lt;br&gt;happened.  Definitely one amazingly strong lady.  My sisters learned
&lt;br&gt;how to clean the drain tubes and port area before we left the
&lt;br&gt;hospital.  Mom will be able to come home today.  Her next step after
&lt;br&gt;recovery will be chemotherapy.  If the cancer isn&amp;#39;t in the lymph nodes
&lt;br&gt;she may be able to skip radiation altogether.
&lt;br&gt;Every day is a blessing, don&amp;#39;t take it for granted.  Take time to
&lt;br&gt;remember the things you have to be thankful for and concentrate on
&lt;br&gt;that.  Leave your worries with God.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/GbSwU4N_pRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/5451898961981049145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/moms-mastectomy.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/5451898961981049145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/5451898961981049145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/GbSwU4N_pRs/moms-mastectomy.html" title="Mom's Mastectomy" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/moms-mastectomy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBSHg5fip7ImA9WhBSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-4442132826394523611</id><published>2013-02-20T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T08:10:59.626-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-20T08:10:59.626-06:00</app:edited><title>Piano Learning</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAbUrVj1MmE/USTZdLzRp9I/AAAAAAAABSk/tLBOOJHSpjw/s1600/photo-759626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAbUrVj1MmE/USTZdLzRp9I/AAAAAAAABSk/tLBOOJHSpjw/s320/photo-759626.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5847037311641036754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rj is teaching her little brothers how to play the piano. Ay is very interested.  Cay just wants to bang on the keyboard.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/vbQMbVQn6eo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/4442132826394523611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/piano-learning.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/4442132826394523611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/4442132826394523611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/vbQMbVQn6eo/piano-learning.html" title="Piano Learning" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAbUrVj1MmE/USTZdLzRp9I/AAAAAAAABSk/tLBOOJHSpjw/s72-c/photo-759626.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/piano-learning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYEQHY6fCp7ImA9WhBSEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-4304588517221055211</id><published>2013-02-18T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-18T08:01:41.814-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-18T08:01:41.814-06:00</app:edited><title>Party Pics</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9tIioZhwjg/USI0RnmNFxI/AAAAAAAABRY/kxTO93l3kuU/s1600/photo%2B1-701815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9tIioZhwjg/USI0RnmNFxI/AAAAAAAABRY/kxTO93l3kuU/s320/photo%2B1-701815.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5846292743571969810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAShouaY5V4/USI0SL-fvTI/AAAAAAAABRk/-DbQBwi7lFU/s1600/photo%2B2-704024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAShouaY5V4/USI0SL-fvTI/AAAAAAAABRk/-DbQBwi7lFU/s320/photo%2B2-704024.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5846292753337531698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZYSdEOcOQs/USI0SfiSD-I/AAAAAAAABRw/BT8WVGsea8U/s1600/photo%2B3-705186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZYSdEOcOQs/USI0SfiSD-I/AAAAAAAABRw/BT8WVGsea8U/s320/photo%2B3-705186.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5846292758587903970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLjdKiHprP4/USI0SrdDCUI/AAAAAAAABR8/EnLRsI0u_f4/s1600/photo%2B4-706606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLjdKiHprP4/USI0SrdDCUI/AAAAAAAABR8/EnLRsI0u_f4/s320/photo%2B4-706606.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5846292761787173186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here&amp;#39;s a few pictures from the twins 6th birthday party!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/QAY1w-p0-8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/4304588517221055211/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/party-pics.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/4304588517221055211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/4304588517221055211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/QAY1w-p0-8I/party-pics.html" title="Party Pics" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9tIioZhwjg/USI0RnmNFxI/AAAAAAAABRY/kxTO93l3kuU/s72-c/photo%2B1-701815.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/party-pics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HRHY8cSp7ImA9WhBTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-4552952584348764686</id><published>2013-02-13T08:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-13T08:13:55.879-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-13T08:13:55.879-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday to MY Boys</title><content type="html">Happy 6th birthday to my sweet little twin blessings from GOD, Ay &amp;amp;
&lt;br&gt;Cay!  I love you both very much!  Here&amp;#39;s a sign I&amp;#39;m getting old and
&lt;br&gt;mushy, every time I looked at them this morning I wanted to cry.  Time
&lt;br&gt;has flown by.  I can never get back those infant/toddler years.  I
&lt;br&gt;miss all of my kids being babies.  It feels like we went from their
&lt;br&gt;first army crawl to signing them up for t-ball this week.  I tell all
&lt;br&gt;new parents, hold them as much as possible, you won&amp;#39;t get that time
&lt;br&gt;back.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I know I have been MIA on here lately.  This working full time thing
&lt;br&gt;is hard when you have been out of the loop for almost 10 years.  We&amp;#39;ve
&lt;br&gt;adjusted and doing well.  I have mixed feelings about my long term sub
&lt;br&gt;position ending on February 28th.  On one hand, I love being in the
&lt;br&gt;classroom and teaching the students.  I am going to miss them and the
&lt;br&gt;staff here.  My coworkers have been so wonderful in making me feel
&lt;br&gt;right at home.  On the other hand, I can&amp;#39;t wait to have breakfast at
&lt;br&gt;the local dinner with everyone again (after I drop the kids off at
&lt;br&gt;school) and grocery shopping on Thursdays at 10am.  We take those
&lt;br&gt;little things for granted far too often!  I do feel a bit guilty.  I
&lt;br&gt;will have to miss my kids Valentine&amp;#39;s parties at school this Thursday
&lt;br&gt;due to work.  I have never missed any of my kids parties.  The kids
&lt;br&gt;will be fine, mommy may not be ;-)
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Happy DAY BEFORE Valentine&amp;#39;s!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/falHH0pHQu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/4552952584348764686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/happy-birthday-to-my-boys.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/4552952584348764686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/4552952584348764686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/falHH0pHQu8/happy-birthday-to-my-boys.html" title="Happy Birthday to MY Boys" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/02/happy-birthday-to-my-boys.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDSHs_cCp7ImA9WhNbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-6493667291846277234</id><published>2013-01-17T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-17T13:19:39.548-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-17T13:19:39.548-06:00</app:edited><title>Mom Update</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nosec0Jlh2w/UPhOzBMqGfI/AAAAAAAABP4/OJdvN637LIM/s1600/i_wear_pink_for_my_mom_postcard-p239295723757385050en7lo_216-779548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nosec0Jlh2w/UPhOzBMqGfI/AAAAAAAABP4/OJdvN637LIM/s320/i_wear_pink_for_my_mom_postcard-p239295723757385050en7lo_216-779548.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5834499955660298738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My mom had her M.D. Anderson appointment today to find out the
&lt;br&gt;treatment plan for her 2nd round of breast cancer.  They are going to
&lt;br&gt;be doing some genetic testing, which I believe should have been done
&lt;br&gt;the first time.  They said the tumor is smaller this time and has not
&lt;br&gt;spread.  But she will still need chemotherapy.  The surgeon and the
&lt;br&gt;doctor haven&amp;#39;t decided yet whether the chemo will be before or after
&lt;br&gt;the surgery.  They also haven&amp;#39;t decided whether they will take the
&lt;br&gt;breast.  (They did take the other breast last time.)  Personally, I
&lt;br&gt;think they should.  Why chance it right?  Of course, let&amp;#39;s all
&lt;br&gt;remember, I am not a doctor.
&lt;br&gt;I often wonder what my mom must think about having to do all this
&lt;br&gt;waiting.  I imagine it&amp;#39;s a test of strength, courage and patience.
&lt;br&gt;She is always very upbeat and positive.  Somehow, I can&amp;#39;t imagine her
&lt;br&gt;thoughts are always the same as what is coming out of her mouth.  It
&lt;br&gt;makes me angry and it&amp;#39;s not even my battle.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.ca/torn+postcards"&gt;http://www.zazzle.ca/torn+postcards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/C7qpT-_ygCE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/6493667291846277234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/mom-update.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/6493667291846277234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/6493667291846277234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/C7qpT-_ygCE/mom-update.html" title="Mom Update" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nosec0Jlh2w/UPhOzBMqGfI/AAAAAAAABP4/OJdvN637LIM/s72-c/i_wear_pink_for_my_mom_postcard-p239295723757385050en7lo_216-779548.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/mom-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMQ3g6eSp7ImA9WhNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-6945123919704616897</id><published>2013-01-09T09:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-09T09:11:22.611-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-09T09:11:22.611-06:00</app:edited><title>Safety</title><content type="html">My 9 year old daughter RJ asked me the other night about bad people.
&lt;br&gt;She said a friend had told her about a movie about a guy that killed
&lt;br&gt;people by cutting them up and sometimes ate them.  She wanted to know
&lt;br&gt;if that was fake also.  We had a previous conversation about how
&lt;br&gt;zombies are not real.  I had to explain to her that bad people are out
&lt;br&gt;there.  Adding that this is the reason we teach her and her siblings
&lt;br&gt;not to talk to strangers or ever get in a car with someone they do not
&lt;br&gt;know.  We, again, went over the buddy system and &amp;#39;stranger danger&amp;#39;.  I
&lt;br&gt;could tell it frightened her that evil people really do exist.  My
&lt;br&gt;first instinct was to sugar coat it for her.  However, I want her to
&lt;br&gt;realize the true dangers in the world and know how serious they can
&lt;br&gt;be.  When we first moved into our new house she thought it was unsafe
&lt;br&gt;because we locked our doors every night.  What she didn&amp;#39;t realize it
&lt;br&gt;that we locked our doors at the previous house also.  Since the
&lt;br&gt;previous house was two story, she never heard us locking up at night.
&lt;br&gt;The new house being one story, every one knows when we lock up.  We
&lt;br&gt;actually moved to a better, safer area.  But I will always practice
&lt;br&gt;extra precaution no matter where we live.  As a parent, I worry about
&lt;br&gt;my children all the time.  Of course, I don&amp;#39;t think anyone can protect
&lt;br&gt;them the way I can.  Hopefully, I don&amp;#39;t scare them into seclusion.
&lt;br&gt;But that they take the knowledge of these safety measures with them
&lt;br&gt;where ever they go.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/keYAZSEZgYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/6945123919704616897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/safety.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/6945123919704616897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/6945123919704616897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/keYAZSEZgYE/safety.html" title="Safety" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/safety.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHSX0_cSp7ImA9WhNUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-7899453734690954263</id><published>2013-01-08T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T17:12:18.349-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-08T17:12:18.349-06:00</app:edited><title>Nothing In Particular</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHTTh8NMJqo/UOyWKaFJ4NI/AAAAAAAABO8/5zIdiD6H0x8/s1600/image-716615.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHTTh8NMJqo/UOyWKaFJ4NI/AAAAAAAABO8/5zIdiD6H0x8/s320/image-716615.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5831200723081748690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Check out this keurig.  I love it.  Mine is a bit older and not as pretty. Mine also doesn&amp;#39;t have three different cups sizes like this one does.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHhDAj8oFbo/UOyWLVpMp2I/AAAAAAAABPI/qMlXERV41JE/s1600/image-721149.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHhDAj8oFbo/UOyWLVpMp2I/AAAAAAAABPI/qMlXERV41JE/s320/image-721149.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5831200739070617442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
As I was waiting for RJ to come out of her piano lesson, this cat came out of nowhere and landed on the hood of my truck. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ay found his Mr. Lids.  He was so excited.  Now they are on his birthday list.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViNYJgeRSCI/UOyWL-uLQsI/AAAAAAAABPU/scrOAgUo6Cg/s1600/image-723314.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViNYJgeRSCI/UOyWL-uLQsI/AAAAAAAABPU/scrOAgUo6Cg/s320/image-723314.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5831200750097351362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/eQdf4iKz3Bw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/7899453734690954263/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/nothing-in-particular.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/7899453734690954263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/7899453734690954263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/eQdf4iKz3Bw/nothing-in-particular.html" title="Nothing In Particular" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHTTh8NMJqo/UOyWKaFJ4NI/AAAAAAAABO8/5zIdiD6H0x8/s72-c/image-716615.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/nothing-in-particular.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMQH88eCp7ImA9WhNUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-3078650162560923779</id><published>2013-01-03T10:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T17:53:01.170-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-08T17:53:01.170-06:00</app:edited><title>Too Many Commercials</title><content type="html">Here's a sign your kid might watch too many commercials: One, he asked for Mr. Lids for Christmas (http://www.asseenontv.com/mr-lid/detail.php?p=375867).
Two, he asked for Progressive Snapshot for his birthday 
(http://www.progressive.com/auto/snapshot.aspx).
He's five years old! (By the way, yes, it was Lil Ay.) He told me that lady on the commercial (Flo) said anyone can use it.  
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday I heard Big Cay (our other five year old) ask Ay about his 
jajamas (otherwise known as pajamas).  He also asked me for a bag of tomato chips.  I knew he meant potato chips.  But it was still very cute.  Later Big Cay told Lil Ay not to forget to conk his BB gun.  That always makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;When we got home from the store yesterday we had a visitor. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I snapped a picture before I ran her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNG9pmsALBw/UOW3nFIW2XI/AAAAAAAABOU/qLHb8v0am_s/s1600/image-727914.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNG9pmsALBw/UOW3nFIW2XI/AAAAAAAABOU/qLHb8v0am_s/s320/image-727914.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5829267174720985458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/e1SGBWj_1Mo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/3078650162560923779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/too-many-commercials.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/3078650162560923779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/3078650162560923779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/e1SGBWj_1Mo/too-many-commercials.html" title="Too Many Commercials" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNG9pmsALBw/UOW3nFIW2XI/AAAAAAAABOU/qLHb8v0am_s/s72-c/image-727914.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/too-many-commercials.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GQH87fCp7ImA9WhNUEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-2303009921046780290</id><published>2013-01-01T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T11:38:41.104-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-01T11:38:41.104-06:00</app:edited><title>Goodbye 2012</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riTko-oHC5Y/UOMfIqS0iJI/AAAAAAAABNQ/m4At1Qjv0X4/s1600/image-721104.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riTko-oHC5Y/UOMfIqS0iJI/AAAAAAAABNQ/m4At1Qjv0X4/s320/image-721104.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5828536576400197778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAb233PLXkU/UOMfJpEEZ9I/AAAAAAAABNc/EWVHD3CNqkE/s1600/image-725903.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAb233PLXkU/UOMfJpEEZ9I/AAAAAAAABNc/EWVHD3CNqkE/s320/image-725903.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5828536593249757138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9uk_gzqtD0/UOMfKpJiKTI/AAAAAAAABNo/RjvfNexb4Io/s1600/image-729792.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9uk_gzqtD0/UOMfKpJiKTI/AAAAAAAABNo/RjvfNexb4Io/s320/image-729792.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5828536610452547890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vdjCQAGn40/UOMfLnOUo3I/AAAAAAAABN0/bjX_RvK4rVE/s1600/image-734214.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vdjCQAGn40/UOMfLnOUo3I/AAAAAAAABN0/bjX_RvK4rVE/s320/image-734214.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5828536627115631474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know you had an excellent New Years Eve when you sleep on the coffee table.  That&amp;#39;s our Lil Ay.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/4PtjSLYfdHM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/2303009921046780290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/goodbye-2012.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/2303009921046780290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/2303009921046780290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/4PtjSLYfdHM/goodbye-2012.html" title="Goodbye 2012" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riTko-oHC5Y/UOMfIqS0iJI/AAAAAAAABNQ/m4At1Qjv0X4/s72-c/image-721104.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2013/01/goodbye-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FSHc6cSp7ImA9WhNVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-1059657637660089886</id><published>2012-12-30T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-30T17:58:39.919-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-30T17:58:39.919-06:00</app:edited><title>My Lil Genius</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNArfuWD6ws/UODVMNX0qcI/AAAAAAAABMw/iRxzmjw1Lyk/s1600/image-719919.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNArfuWD6ws/UODVMNX0qcI/AAAAAAAABMw/iRxzmjw1Lyk/s320/image-719919.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5827892323542149570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lil Ay was just singing, &amp;quot;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse soap and slay.&amp;quot;  He also informed us that egg nog is good for your heart and he&amp;#39;s figured out how to make it.  He said all you do is get an egg and nog it.  Definitely one of the two cutest five year old boys ever!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/pW3yUUjiEWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/1059657637660089886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2012/12/my-lil-genius.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/1059657637660089886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/1059657637660089886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/pW3yUUjiEWI/my-lil-genius.html" title="My Lil Genius" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNArfuWD6ws/UODVMNX0qcI/AAAAAAAABMw/iRxzmjw1Lyk/s72-c/image-719919.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2012/12/my-lil-genius.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENSH0-eSp7ImA9WhNVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-8299529043937608865</id><published>2012-12-25T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-25T09:51:39.351-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-25T09:51:39.351-06:00</app:edited><title>Merry Christmas 2012</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UB9hd8aRv_g/UNnLjCQKaQI/AAAAAAAABME/7UGgtsyl8E0/s1600/photo%2B1-799351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UB9hd8aRv_g/UNnLjCQKaQI/AAAAAAAABME/7UGgtsyl8E0/s320/photo%2B1-799351.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5825911395740969218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cBAYPp4XkE/UNnLj13SGWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/LY9UOKl3mdI/s1600/photo%2B2-702078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cBAYPp4XkE/UNnLj13SGWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/LY9UOKl3mdI/s320/photo%2B2-702078.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5825911409595259234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Christmas Eve:  Mom&amp;#39;s birthday.  Happy, happy birthday Mom. We love you always.
&lt;br&gt;We started our Christmas Eve off by going to the in laws.  Then we went over to celebrate with some friends. Last we opened our one Christmas Eve gift (pajamas) and watched National Lampoon&amp;#39;s Christmas Vacation together.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/t-H8Xh8APbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/8299529043937608865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2012/12/merry-christmas-2012.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/8299529043937608865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/8299529043937608865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/t-H8Xh8APbw/merry-christmas-2012.html" title="Merry Christmas 2012" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UB9hd8aRv_g/UNnLjCQKaQI/AAAAAAAABME/7UGgtsyl8E0/s72-c/photo%2B1-799351.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2012/12/merry-christmas-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGR34_cSp7ImA9WhNWF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-8609383715749855982</id><published>2012-12-16T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-16T17:57:06.049-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-16T17:57:06.049-06:00</app:edited><title>Early Christmas Present</title><content type="html">We got our kiddos an early Christmas present this weekend.  They were so happy to see it.  Out of every toy they have ever had, the trampoline is the one thing they have used every day.  I even have pictures of them jumping on an iced over trampoline.  So when our last one finally broke, we knew we would be getting another.  
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This is our new Christmas tree ornament.  My mom's catscan is scheduled for December 20, 2012.  After that they can figure out which treatment plan is best for her (for round two of breast cancer).  
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The Houston Texans won today.  Woohoo!  This is the transfer my awesome sister-in-law is applying to a hoodie for my daughter (a Christmas present).  
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I'm attending my first cookie party this Tuesday.  I was told I would need 24 bags with 6 cookies in each bag.  Just between us, I bought the cookies already cooked, added the rolo chocolates and baked them shortly to melt the rolos.  Also, I didn't actually do the baking/melting part.  My most wonderful hubby 'J' did that part.  He's the best.
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This was the third box this year and I was extremely frustrated.  Then my mom told me she was diagnosed with breast cancer, again. She beat this nasty disease back in 2005.  Now she was going to have to fight for her life all over again.  Standing in front of my mom I tried to remain calm and positive.  She said cheerful, uplifting things.  Her words were strong and courageous. But the look in her eyes was sad and angry.  How do I feel about this?  I am so mad.  I&amp;#39;m not sure who I&amp;#39;m mad at, if anyone.  My mom has faced the devil and won.  Why does she have to endure that hell again?  I know life isn&amp;#39;t fair and God has a plan for everything.  I go to church. I trust in God.  But right now I&amp;#39;m angry at cancer.  If they had taken both breasts last time she wouldn&amp;#39;t be facing this again. That infuriates me.  My mother is an amazing woman.  So for right now, I am angry.  I&amp;#39;m not ready to be anything else.  It&amp;#39;s my blog (as the song says) &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ll cry if I want to&amp;quot;.
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     &lt;p&gt;I taught my nine year old daughter RJ how to knit a beanie today.  Lil Ay (one of my five year old twin boys) told her he was so proud of her for learning.  It was super sweet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As Cay stuffed two pennies in his piggy bank this morning, he told me when he gets rich he&amp;#39;ll buy me something, like a rootbeer.  Ay says he&amp;#39;ll buy me a new phone.  I think we can tell who has really been paying attention.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ay seems to have God and Santa confused.  He told me this weekend that when you are on the naughty list God brings you an ice pack. First, I explained that Santa brings the gifts and Jesus is the reason we celebrate (in more kid-like detail).  Then I asked why an ice pack.  His response, &amp;quot;well an ice pack is no fun to play with&amp;quot;.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RJ wrote a story about a space turkey at school and won their author award.  It was such a cute story.  She is definitely talented.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving camping.  Kort had to work and wasn&amp;#39;t able to come.  We missed her a great deal.  At least we did get to spend Thanksgiving day with her.  I&amp;#39;m thankful for my beautiful family everyday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S.  I got the iPhone 5.  I was very leary about getting an iPhone.  I&amp;#39;ve always had android.  However, I am pleased.  I&amp;#39;m having fun with it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~4/zKXnh_z7n2M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/feeds/8466253150951331469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2012/11/my-kids-are-cute.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/8466253150951331469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/999510937339284641/posts/default/8466253150951331469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/memoirsofmeandmine/eTnf/~3/zKXnh_z7n2M/my-kids-are-cute.html" title="My Kids Are Cute" /><author><name>Memoirs of Me &amp;amp; Mine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366737473619508232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlGh98jmHm0/TwYfVXnBCnI/AAAAAAAAAis/5xbqMuHxvYQ/s220/image1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.memoirsofmeandmine.com/2012/11/my-kids-are-cute.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQ305fyp7ImA9WhNRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999510937339284641.post-7306255738398311187</id><published>2012-11-12T14:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-11-12T14:44:52.327-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-12T14:44:52.327-06:00</app:edited><title>How My Morning Started</title><content type="html">My Monday morning actually started out fine.  Everything was running smoothly.  Then we loaded up to go to school.  I realized &amp;#39;J&amp;#39; had driven my truck last and my keys were no where to be found. I always leave them in the same spot. I decided I&amp;#39;ll just take his truck and look for the keys later.  However, Kort has parked so close to his truck that I couldn&amp;#39;t get it out.  (&amp;#39;J&amp;#39; had already left for work in his company truck.)  Luckily, I remembered my spare keys.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Despite that, I still had a wonderful Monday.  Look what I learned to make today.  (A big thank you to my daughter&amp;#39;s doll for modeling the beanie for this picture!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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