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My Christmas shopping list this year has drastically been shortened so I can actually see myself sitting back and enjoying Christmas Eve!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I have decided to cut back on our Christmas recipient list this year, not so much because of money but more so because every year for the past 18 years we have bought gifts for every one of Dan's large family which has grown even larger with the addition of several great nieces and nephews and not one of his family members except for his mom and one sister has ever so much as sent us a Christmas card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For year now Dan has been telling me not to bother buy gifts for some of his family members, mainly his nieces, nephews and their children because they don't even take the time to say thank you or send a Christmas card. This year I agreed not to buy anything for them but I'm taking it a bit further. He has 2 sisters and 3 brothers that are all married, thats alot of gifts we have bought over the years, not to mention gifts for their children (15 children) and only one of his sisters has ever thought to say thank you and give a gift to our family. Even when money was tight his sister gave my children gifts, she has knitted scarves, put together a family picture collage and made blankets for gifts. His other brothers and sisters who are in no way hurting for money couldn't even buy a $2 card. So this year I'm crossing them of my Christmas list. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people that feels if I buy you something you owe me something, it's not like that at all. What I do feel is that if I think of you and buy you a gift than the least you could do is acknowledge that you appreciate it buy saying thank you at the very least or by taking the time to send a card, thats not to much to ask for is it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his brothers who happens to also be my daughter Shayla's god farther should have been off the list along time ago. Every Christmas since Shayla was born he buys a gift for her and nothing for my other children. He also makes sure he buys something for certain other nieces and nephews. This has caused problems between my children in the past. They used to ask me why he only buys something for Shayla and the other kids but nothing for them. I never knew what to say. What was I suppose to say, because Shayla is his favorite and he feels obligated to buy for the other kids. I tried telling him that it was causing a problem between my children and his response was to bad. He said Shayla was special to him because she is not only his niece but also his god daughter and if nobody likes it to bad and then he had the audacity to say that my other children were greedy because they get upset when they don't receive a gift from him. I've tried telling him not to buy anything for Shayla but he would never listen. Finally I told the children when they got a little older that not receiving a gift from him is no big deal because they have a wonderful Christmas even without a gift from him. I also told them that he has taking being Shayla's god farther a bit to serious and that the only reason he buys for some of the other kids is because their parents would say something to him if he didn't, were as I would prefer he didn't buy anything for any of my children including Shayla.          My children are older now and they could care less who he buys for or who his favorite is. All these years of him playing favorites has back fired on him and I'm loving every minute of it. Shayla finally got fed up with the role he was trying to play as her god farther. He tried acting more like her farther than anything, when all she wanted was an uncle. She used to be very close to him until she realized how her brothers and sisters felt. Their relationship went from talking almost daily to hardly talking at all. I tried warning him that my children are very close and that they care about how each others feelings. I told him one day when Shayla got older she would realize that buy him favoring her it hurt her brothers and sisters feelings and that she wouldn't want any part of it. I was right! Shayla told him 4 years ago not to buy her anything for Christmas or her birthday. She told him it wasn't right to just buy her something and not her brothers and sisters. He tried telling her that the only reason he does that is because he can't afford to buy for every one so she told him to use the money he would have spent on her gift to buy cards for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Dans brother is one thing but how about a grandmother that openly shows favoritism. Dans mother has no tact what so ever. She can be down right rude. Now before I go into it about his mother I have to say that my children and I are not all about receiving lavish expensive gifts, it really is to us the thought that counts. Now onto his mother. Every Christmas we used to take the children to her house to exchange gifts with the whole family and every Christmas its the same. We go out of our way to buy something nice for her and in return she gives a sweat shirt to everyone except her favorites. The only one in my family that doesn't receive a sweat shirt is Shayla because Shayla is her favorite sons favorite. Shayla receives jewelry and other expensive gifts. While Shayla is opening her 5 or 6 gifts from granny my other children are sitting with there usually to small sweat shirts. Now if you think thats bad this woman has 24 grandchildren, 6 off them come and receive nothing, 9 of them receive a sweat shirt and 9 of them receive on the average 5 or 6 expensive gifts and she makes sure everyone opens their gifts at the same time. One time all the grandchildren were sitting around the Christmas tree waiting for granny to pass out her gifts, before she started handing them out she says to all the kids, "Some of you are going to be upset when you see what I bought for (she proceeds to name some of the children)but they appreciate their gifts." I wanted to throttle the bitc*. Not only was she sitting there lying to the children, she was trying to justify her ignorance. My children along with the other grandchildren that weren't worthy of her special attention always said thank you and showed appreciation to her for their gifts even though they knew the other grandchildren received better gifts. My daughter Riane who was about 10 or 11 at the time was offended by her comment so when the box containing her sweat shirt was handed to her she put it down without opening it. Granny noticed her doing this and said to Riane, "See I told you some of you would be upset." Well Riane wasn't going to have anyone think she was jealous so she said to granny, "I'm not jealous, I didn't open it because I already know what it is." "Thank you for the sweat shirt I'm sure it will fit Shayla." I though Dan would be upset by what Riane said to his mom but he was actually proud that she spoke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman expects everyone to buy her expensive gifts and god help you if you don't. One year Dan and I had some financial difficulties at Christmas time so we decided to concentrate on the children, ours and our nieces and nephews because we felt thats what Christmas is all about, the children! We bought his mother a pair of very nice slippers, a pair of leather gloves and a set of Christmas mugs (the woman collects mugs). She opened the gifts from us, said thank you and proceeded to tell us all about the gifts that his brothers and sisters bought for her. Several weeks later Dan had an argument with his mom because she had asked him to go over her house and fix the tiles in her bathroom. Dan had been working alot of over time to catch up on bills so he told her to have the brother that still lived at home fix the tiles, she said he works enough, he then told her to call his other brother to fix the tiles, she told him she didn't want to bother the other brother because he has a family to take care of. Dan was pissed because of her comment, he was working 60 hours a week and what the hell did he have? He has a family to take care of. Well they started arguing about her favoring certain family members, she then yelled at him, "After all I've done for you, all you could get me for Christmas was cheap shit." At first Dan was hurt but then he realized his mother has always been the same and always will be, she will always base her children's love on the amount of money they spend on her!!! I'm thinking of crossing her off the Christmas list but I don't know how well that will go over with Dan. He might just draw the line at the others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-2871406299886268745?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/p2Hliij92u8/are-you-happy-with-your-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-happy-with-your-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-2826109678803885849</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T01:04:38.023-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Charities</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Volunteer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prize</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogathon</category><title>A Great Cause</title><description>I went over to visit &lt;a href="http://www.scarymommy.com/"&gt;Scary Mommy&lt;/a&gt; after finding her through the &lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sitstahood&lt;/a&gt;. While checking out her saucy blog I read her post &lt;a href="http://www.scarymommy.com/2008/10/im-lovin-it.html"&gt;I'm Lovin' It&lt;/a&gt;, all about her past feelings for Ronald and his questionable cuisine. I'm sure many mom's can relate to her feelings and her ultimate acceptance of the often mis-judged Ronald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways while reading her well written post I clicked on the link &lt;a href="http://www.rmhc.com/"&gt;fantastic things   &lt;/a&gt;, go ahead click on it, but come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k your back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.rmhc.com/"&gt;Ronald McDonald House Charities&lt;/a&gt; before but never realized how much they do and how important they are to families with children that are hospitalized. They have been a non-profit charity for 35 years and offer three core programs that help families and children in need and also offer scholarships to graduating high school students who face limited access to educational and career opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RMHC CORE PROGRAMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Ronald McDonald House, known as The House That Love Built, the Ronald McDonald House program helps seriously ill children and their families. The Ronald McDonald House's provide a home away from home for families of children receiving medical treatment at a nearby hospital. There are 281 Ronald McDonald Houses in more than 30 countries and regions. They provide warm meals, private rooms and some facilities also provide accredited education programs. Parents can stay 1 day, a month or how ever long their child's hospitalization lasts and parents are only asked to make a donation from $5 to $25 per day depending on the House. But if that is not possible, they stay for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Ronald McDonald Family Room, these rooms are designed to help comfort and ease the stress for both parents and children. Parents have the opportunity to talk with other parents. Children can play in an atmosphere much more comforting than a hospital waiting room. These rooms are often situated next to pediatric and intensive care units, Ronald McDonald Family Rooms offer comfort and support to families of seriously ill or injured children. Ronald McDonald Family Rooms include kitchens, televisions and computer stations, and offer families a place to escape the stress and tension of hospitals. Family Rooms extend the care of Ronald McDonald Houses to medical facilities so children know their parents are close by during treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ronald McDonald Care Mobile, these care mobiles help many children who don’t have access to primary medical care and who go without necessary immunizations and routine pediatric exams. Children that don't have access to medical care are at a greater risk of developing serious medical conditions and dental problems. Leaving minor health problems undiagnosed due to the lack of affordable health care often times leads to more serious medical problems that are more difficult to treat. Pediatric hospital volunteers bring these clinics-on-wheels to children in need. The Ronald McDonald Care Mobile program provides cost-effective, high-quality medical, dental and health education services to under served children in rural and urban areas around the world. The program also reduces dependence on expensive health resources, such as hospital emergency services, and provides continuity of care by offering follow-up appointments and referrals to other primary health care physicians and dentists. All services offered on board the Ronald McDonald Care Mobile are provided free of charge to children and their families. No out-of-pocket expenses are incurred, and no child is denied care based on ability to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The &lt;a href="http://rmhc.org/programs/rmhc-national-scholarship-program"&gt;Ronald McDonald House Charities Scholarship Program&lt;/a&gt; includes four scholarship programs. To date, RMHC has awarded more than $29 million to help high school seniors attend college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Scarry Mommy's post and visiting The Ronald McDonald House Charities site I got to thinking how can I help? I don't have alot of money to donate but I know that ever little bit helps so I thought it would be a wonderful thing to try and organize a Ronald McDonald House Charities Blogathon. RMHC excepts &lt;a href="https://donate.rmhc.org/NETCOMMUNITY/SSLPage.aspx?pid=184&amp;srcid=-2"&gt;on-line donations&lt;/a&gt; as well as &lt;a href="http://rmhc.org/giving/mail-or-fax-a-donation-to-rmhc"&gt;mail and fax donations &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ronald McDonald House Charities Blogathon will run from October,30 to December,30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to get involved I'm asking that you spread the word with a post on your blog and a link to donate to the Ronald McDonald House Charities. To give a little incentive I'm going to provide a prize to the blogger that has the most donation going from their blog. At this time I have no idea what the prize will be but trust me it will be good, in the mean time heres how it will work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a post on your blog about RMHC with a link to their site to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask all your readers that donate to RMHC to leave a comment on your blog that includes the amount they donated (remember ever little bit helps). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 30,2008 tally up all the donations that your readers have made and leave a comment on this post with the total donated through your blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 10,2008 I will announce the total donated to RMHC from all the bloggers that participated in the blogathon and the prize winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I'll announce the prize sometime in the next week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that can't donate money, The Ronald McDonald House is always in need of donations of &lt;a href="http://rmhc.org/giving/ways-to-help#toy"&gt;new toy's, books, games and non-perishable foods.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rmhc.org/search"&gt;Find a local chapter to donate these items&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S&lt;br /&gt;Only monetary donations will count towards the prize winning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a last note RMHC is always looking for caring people to volunteer, if your interested in finding out more go &lt;a href="http://rmhc.org/volunteers"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-2826109678803885849?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/tcO9PBKvaZw/great-cause.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-cause.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-4608339497484621881</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-25T03:57:10.724-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stay at home mom's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><title>Whats mom's work worth?</title><description>The best saying I've ever heard "The highest paid and noblest job in the whole world is being a full time mother" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising children to be productive members of society is an invaluable contribution. But you don't get a pay check for that kind of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much would a mother be paid if she did all that she does at home in the world of real paychecks? According to &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2006/05/03/pf/mothers_work/"&gt;research done by Salary.com&lt;/a&gt; the average stay at home mom works a 92-hour workweek, putting in 52 hours of overtime. Assuming she got paid extra for those overtime hours, she'd make a pretty dam good salary,as much as $134,121 according to Salary.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salary.com calculated a mom's market value by studying pay levels for 10 job titles with duties that a typical mom performs, ranging from housekeeper, day care center teacher,cook, janitor, van driver, laundry machine operator, facilities manager, psychologist, computer operator and CEO. Of course I can think of a few other job titles and duties that stay at home moms perform like, event planner, bookkeeper, nutritionist, nurses aid, plummer(in my house), hazardous material handler, zoo keeper, tutor, referee and negotiator.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://swz.salary.com/momsalarywizard/layoutscripts/mswl_newsearch.asp"&gt;Mom's Salary Wizard&lt;/a&gt; at Salary.com.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to add fuel to the stay at home V. work away from home debates, both moms struggle with keeping the house clean and make tremendous sacrifices to make their children happy, healthy, and successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can make such sacrifices, and some people aren't willing to. Whether it's possible or not, getting off the career track to raise your kids isn't right for everyone. But let's remember that stay-at-home moms have an important job -- the job of raising the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Whats a reasonable salary for a stay at home mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-4608339497484621881?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/GOQSYj0G860/best-saying-ive-ever-heard-highest-paid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-saying-ive-ever-heard-highest-paid.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-5210810473487795189</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-25T00:35:09.907-04:00</atom:updated><title>Keeping Our Children Safe...</title><description>I've been thinking a lot lately about my children's safety (obsessing about it) ever since I read about the attempted abductions of two little girls in Rockland,Ma which is a town right next to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patriotledger.com/news/x2037961988/Rockland-police-search-for-leads-in-attempted-abductions"&gt;Here is the story on the attempted abductions.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, everything worked out just fine. The girls were able to get away and are safe and sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forbid if the situations turned out the other way around and these little girls weren't able to get away. I can not imagine what parents of missing children must go through, not knowing where their child is, who their with or if their safe. The anguish they go through is incomprehensible...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the article on the attempted abductions I set out to research and find cell phones with GPS tracking for my three older boys. Here is what I have found about the use of cell phones to track children's locations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not use a cell phone to track children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When turned off by its user, the cell phone is no longer trackable&lt;br /&gt;* If the cell phone you want to track is out of network, it can no longer be located&lt;br /&gt;* The battery life of a cell phone is very short. &lt;br /&gt;* If the cell phone rings it could be found by the kidnapper.&lt;br /&gt;* Cell phones don’t have motion activation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for a GPS tracking cell phone I did come across a device that addresses the above issues and many more. &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?B=137569&amp;U=103545&amp;M=18592"&gt;The Amber Alert GPS 2G&lt;/a&gt; system will track your child's location with a detailed map and description of your child’s location. You can define an area in your neighborhood, school district or any where you choose and receive an alert when your GPS is carried outside that location. The unit comes with an SOS button, teach your child to press the GPS SOS button when they need help and you will immediately receive an alert with their location. You can receive a notification when your GPS surpasses a specific speed that you define and know immediately when your child is in a car. Great for speeding teenagers! Plus you can have the &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?B=137569&amp;U=103545&amp;M=18592"&gt;Amber Alert GPS&lt;/a&gt; unit send you messages on a regular time schedule, set by you, to tell you the exact whereabouts of your child from moment to moment. This will save you the time of having to call the GPS unit every time you want an update. Here is a quick break down  of features built into the &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?B=137569&amp;U=103545&amp;M=18592"&gt;New Amber Alert GPS 2G&lt;/a&gt;, do to be released in February:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Will send back street address, lat/long,http link to web-based mapping program.&lt;br /&gt;2. Will automatically check location every 1 minute and store location on GPS.&lt;br /&gt;3. The user can log onto AAGPS website with user name (phone number) and password&lt;br /&gt;and track on-line. If they have more than 1 AAGPS unit, they can track all units at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4. User can SMS desired safe zone area in mile increments. Safe Zone is active from&lt;br /&gt;where the unit is located at time that it receives the text. The unit does not have&lt;br /&gt;to be immobile. Example of text by user: zone1 (this means safe zone 1 mile). If they&lt;br /&gt;want less than 1 mile, user needs to SMS zone0.25 (this means safe zone is 1/4 of a mile. &lt;br /&gt;5. User will get 2 low battery alerts. 1 at the 3 hour mark and 1 at the 1 hour mark.&lt;br /&gt;6. User can SMS desired speed limit. Example of text: speed60 (this means speed alert is set at 60MPH).&lt;br /&gt;7. When child presses SOS button for 4 seconds, an SOS alert goes to all 5 user’s&lt;br /&gt;cell phones and email addresses. The alert will continue every 5 minutes to all users.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the user cannot call the device for a location, they can text the command.&lt;br /&gt;9. If the device is lost, user can text a command to make the device ring.&lt;br /&gt;10. If temperature of unit exceeds 100 degrees or drops below 40 degrees, 2 warning SMS will be sent to user that says: Temperature Alert Hot! or Temperature Alert Cold! with street address, lat/long, http link.&lt;br /&gt;11. User can SMS desired time interval to be notified of location. Interval can be set in 1 minute increments.Example of text by user: bread30 (this means bread crumbing set every 30 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;12. If user wants to listen in on device, he will text the word Monitor. User will only get 30 minutes per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unit will not only give parents peace of mind but can also help in the quick location of missing children. It can help prevent families from going through the anguish of not knowing were their child is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can fit in virtually any pocket, backpack, purse, jacket, etc. Some parents have even created their own accessories to make it “blend in” with their child’s clothing or other accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?B=137569&amp;U=103545&amp;M=18592"&gt;2G model&lt;/a&gt; coming out in February, you can locate your child within 10-15 feet of his actual location! You can pre-order the new &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?B=137569&amp;U=103545&amp;M=18592"&gt;2G model&lt;/a&gt; at the price of the old model, but only until February 1st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stress this will prevent. Well…folks just wanted to share the info about the unit. The web site put up a power point presentation about how it works along with some videos explaining how it could help you as a parent on the home page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;The Amber Alert 2G unit isn't cheap, it will cost you about the same amount as many of the popular cell phones, the new IPOD touch or many of the other electronic gadgets we use today and there is a monthly subscription fee for the tracking  services (The monthly fee depends on what subscription you choose)but can we put a price on our children's safety? There is a discount for the purchase of more than one unit. You save $50 when you buy two or more units, which is awesome if you have more than one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of Children Are Lost Everyday! &lt;a class=bodylink href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=137570&amp;u=103545&amp;m=18592&amp;urllink=&amp;afftrack="&gt;Click Here To Learn About New GPS Child Location Device&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-5210810473487795189?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/nfIjXAospF8/keeping-our-children-safe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/keeping-our-children-safe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-8384141189801798081</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T04:54:41.715-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sitstas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Comments</category><title>Comments, Comments &amp; More Comments!</title><description>So I just recently joined this awesome site called The Secret is in the Sauce. All I have to do is follow the leopard skin rug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on over and join, all you have to do is visit your fellow sitstas and comment like crazy. No more lurking, comment, comment and more comments. The awesome thing about The Secret is in the Sauce is, all the other sitstas come over to your blog and comment on your blog. What an awesome support system. Leave comments, get comments... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really great blogs on SITS. I've already found some really fun blogs to read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-8384141189801798081?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/Ko6paC5JcAc/comments-comments-more-comments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/comments-comments-more-comments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-4816025959575588275</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T00:55:55.167-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Son</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>I have a confession...</title><description>O.K so I have a confession. I hope no one thinks less of me after I tell you what my confession is. I know or am fairly sure there are others like me who have done what I have done. Are you all brave enough to admit or to confess that you did the same thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't easy for me to confess and I'm sorry if its taking some time to do it, bear with me, it really is hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the worse parent on earth right now. My son even agrees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart pounding just thinking of confessing what I did. Will there be anyone that understands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things parents do to their children but what I have done has to be the most awful, mean down right rotten thing because my son says so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that I'm ruining his life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine your child telling you that your ruining their life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only 13 and I've managed to ruin his life. What will become of him? Will he ever get over what I did to him? Will he get past it and go onto live a normal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K heart has stopped pounding so hard, the tears that were flowing because of the knowledge I have of ruining my sons life have began to stop, its time to confess and ask for forgiveness, if there is any for such a terrible deed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made my son, my sweet wonderful, happy, charismatic son spiral into a deep depression. I, I made him, I don't know if I can say it. Seeing it in words may be to painful, a constant reminder of how I ruined his life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I put it in writing it will help us to heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made my son finish his home work before he could use the phone to call his g/f and by the time he was done doing his home work it was to late to call her. There I said it. Are you all happy? How could I be so rotten to my son? What ever possessed me to be so cruel? Will he ever forgive me? The look in his eyes, I will never forget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he will never speak to me again after what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my son so that maybe he will have a better life when I'm done ruining it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a 12 step program for parents like me? I'm sure I must have some type of problem. It seems I'm always doing things like this to ruin my children's lives.Is it an addiction, some type of subconscious need to wreck their lives?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your prayers and please let me know if their is a cure or treatment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-4816025959575588275?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/Bk0_rvs_C2k/i-have-confession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-confession.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-7552947216365088814</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T03:00:26.928-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tolerate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mom's</category><title>Mom's I can not tolerate</title><description>I've decided to write this post in response to a situation I'm dealing with at home concerning my children and the parents of some of their friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to be the perfect parent by any means. I'm not the perfect parent and my children aren't perfect, whatever perfect is!!! I've made some mistakes and so have my children but me own up to our mistakes and learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain types of mom's/parents that I can not tolerate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1. The mom's that think their kids could never do wrong. You know the type...&lt;br /&gt;Your kid and the other kid get into trouble together... The other child's &lt;br /&gt;mom blames your kid for getting her kid into trouble... Well you know what all you moms that have perfect kids F_ _* YOU... My kids aren't perfect and neither are yours. There is no perfect, we all have are faults, we all make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;The more you blame everyone else's kid for your kids behavior, the more&lt;br /&gt;your kid is going to get into trouble... If they never have to face the consequences of their actions because your to busy blaming everyone else for their actions your only teaching them they can get away with anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The mom's that don't give a shit what their kids do. You know the type, they let their kids terrorize other kids, swear, smoke, stay out all hours of the day and night, not knowing were they are or what their doing. These mom's let their kids swear and scream all of the effing time. These kids that have NO control and you damn well know that they're able to have some if their mom's/parents taught them right. Their kids that can do whatever they want, when they want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The mom's that act like their your kids mom, you know the type. These mom's think nothing of discipling your kids, yelling at your kids and sticking their nose into your parenting style by telling you how to do things right (her way)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all about honesty here on my blog. I have nothing to hide and there really isn't much I wont share or discuss on here. I talked to my children and Dan about what I'm going to write about before I write it and post, if the subject is about them. I don't want anyone to think that I'm sharing personal information about my family without first consulting with them. I get their permission to share my thoughts and stories about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k so now onto the reason (reason's) why I decided to do a post about mom's/parents that I can't tolerate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter with one of these types of mom's came years ago when my daughter Riane was 13. Her best friends mom was one of the mom's that think their kids do no wrong. Riane was and always will be my challenging child for lack of a better word. She was always like risk taker, authority challenger and button pusher. She had been friends with this particular girl since first grade. They never got into trouble until they reached junior high and then all hell broke loose. It all started out innocently one Monday morning. Riane stayed over the friends house the night before, we'll call her Joeann. They were suppose to get the bus to school from the friends house but decided instead that it would be alot more fun to skip school and go to the beach. I received a phone call from the school informing me that Riane was marked absent. No sooner did I hand up the phone I received another phone call from Joeann's mom. She started the conversation off with, "Riane is not allowed to hang around with Joeann anymore." "She made Joeann skip school today." "Did you get a call from the school yet?" So me being the rational mom that I am countered with,"Yes I received a call from the school and from your daughter telling me that Riane was holding her hostage." Well that didn't go over very well, she didn't see the humor in my response one bit! She went on to tell me that Joeann would never skip school unless she was coerced into it. That Joeann and Riane need to take some time away from each other so that Joeann doesn't get into anymore trouble because she is a follower. I agreed with her and told her I wouldn't want Riane to corrupt her daughter anymore than she already had. Now this mom's only concern was to let me know that it was my daughter fault that Joeann skipped school, not to find out were the hell they were.I got into the car and drove to the one place that I would have gone if I skipped school (which I never did)right!!! They weren't there so I went home. While sitting in the kitchen trying to figure out were to look next I heard noise coming from the backyard. Yup you guessed it, there they sat on my back porch. To make a long story short the girls woke up late for school, ask the mom to give them a ride which she refused, so instead of doing what she suggested which was to walk to school (a 45 minute walk) they decided it would be alot more fun and a heck of alot easier to skip school and go to the beach. There was no one at the beach, they got bored and figured they would hide in the backyard until it was time to get home from school. Yah gotta love the automated system the school uses to let parents know their children didn't make it to school. That is unless you work and the message is left on your machine and your kids smart enough to erase the message before you get it! That wasn't the last call I received from that mom about my daughter getting her daughter into trouble. These girls remained friends through out junior high and high school. Ever week or so I was getting the same call from this mom and the call always started out with, "Riane is not allowed to hang out with Joeann anymore. Joeann would never do this or that if it weren't for the fact that she was coerced into it by Riane. I could not stand this woman but I tried to worn her that if she continued to blame everything that Joeann did on Riane or some other kid she was going to regret it one day. Sure enough I was right (I think I mentioned some place else on this blog that I'm always right). I have become sort of friends with this mom, well maybe not friends but I do stop in to see her, Joeann and her children occasionally. We have had many conversations about the trouble the girls got themselves into growing up and the mom readily admits that she was to busy blaming everyone else for the trouble Joeann got into to take the time to discipline her. Joeann grew up knowing that her mom wasn't going to get mad at her or do anything to her for what she did. She knew that she could get away with anything with her mom, some one else always took the blame. I wont go into details but lets just say this mom is going out of her mind trying to figure out what to do now that her daughter is 19 and out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dealing with another one of these types of mom's. My son DJ has a friend with a mom that thinks her daughter can do no wrong. I said dealing with but in all actuality I'm not dealing with it. This mom can continue to blame my son all she wants. I'm going to sit back and wait until the day comes when this mom realizes that her precious, innocent daughter isn't as innocent as she thinks. Trust me that day will come! In truth its my knuckle head that is the follower. He has been talked into doing some stupid things by this girl that have gotten him into trouble but I'm not going to put the blame on her because my son knows right from wrong,has a brain,he just has to use it a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of the mom's that don't give a shit about their kids and those are the mom's that really piss me off. I want to yell, scream and maybe hit a few of these sorry excuses for mom's. Tell them you had these kids, take care of them! I know kids that walk the streets until they feel like going home, if they decide to go home. They decide to stay at friends without having to call home to ask first. You can call these mom's on any given day and ask were so and so is and they'll tell you they don't know or I think their at so and so house. Some of these kids smoke, drink, do drugs, shop lift and these mom's don't care. Here is a perfect example of  this type of mom. I had my sons friend stay over during the end of summer vacation. We went to the store and my son asked for something, I told him I didn't have enough money with me so his friend pipes in and tells me to steal it, he says,"You should see all the shit my mom walks out of stores with!" I was speechless and thats rare for me. When I gained my composure I told the kid I was not going to steal anything and if my son wanted it bad enough he could either wait until I bought it if I decided to or he could buy it with his allowance. Now this future Americas most wanted person proceeds to inform me that his dads business isn't doing to good so his mom steals what they need. Well isn't that great, let us all teach our children that it's o.k to steal if you don't have enough money to buy something. Let's not teach them that you have to work to earn what you want. This kids mom doesn't work, her kids are all in school. I say she should get of her f _ _ *in ass and get a frigin job. Not long after the exchange in the store with that kid I went to the super market with my son Nick. We drove by the front of the store looking for a spot to park, there were two police cars parked out front and a bunch of kids that are friends with my two oldest sons. We proceeded along slowly looking for a spot when all of a sudden the same kid from the previous story started running behind our car yelling for us. I kept going and parked the car at the end of the parking lot. In the rear view mirror I could see the kid running toward the car with two gentlemen following him in the distance. As the kid reached my sons window the two gentlemen started gaining on him so the kids says to my son, "Hold on a minute I have something to take care of." The two gentlemen  were both yelling at him to get over here. He walked towards them and dropped something next to a parked car. They saw the kid drop whatever he dropped and went to retrieve it before escorting the kid back into the store. Now the story gets even better and this is no lie. I'm sitting in the car telling my son that he is not to associate with this kid anymore when my oldest sons g/f walks over to our car and asks me if I could take the Shaws bag she has. At first I was going to until she started telling me how she came into possession of the bag. Apparently the other kids mother was in the store doing her shopping(stealing)when her son was seen stealing a muffin (the item that was dropped)so like any good mom would do she walked out of the store and handed the bag to her sons friend before re-entering the store. I contemplated what to do in the situation, do I tell the girl to go away with the bag, tell the police to get the mom while their at it or take the bag and get rid of it. I finally decided to tell the girl to get in the car. We drove over to the mom's car and I had the girl put the bag on the hood of the car. Now some of you might be think, that poor kid had to steal something to eat because he doesn't have any food, well your wrong. This kid makes it a game to see what he can walk out of a store with, his mom's bag was full of none food items and if things were that tough there is always other ways to get help, that do not involve stealing. Out of curiosity, how would you have handled the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few mom's that act like their my kids mom, some to a different extent than others. Some I can deal with and some that I'd like to slap. This one mom that I have known for about 9 years really get son my last nerve when ever I have to be around her with my children. She will actually come into my home tell my children what they can and can't do, yell at them and try to punish them. Your probably wonder why I allow this mom in my house or why I allow this type of behavior from her, well I don't allow this behavior, I tell her off every time she tries to discipline my children and I do not invite her to my home. She comes over with her oldest daughter who happens to be friends with my oldest daughters. She used to date a family member a few years ago and thinks that she is apart of the family! One time my son who was 4 at the time went into the kitchen and got himself an apple. This woman grabbed it out of his hand and told him, "We do not get snacks unless we ask," I was livid, how dare she take food out of my sons hand and tell him he has to ask for it! In my house if your hungry get something to eat. Before I had a chance to say anything to her Dan went at her, he told her that it was his house, his food and his kids, if they want something to eat they can get something to eat and if she ever pulled something like that again he'd toss her out of the house. At the time she was dating the relative and he was mortified by what she did. Over the years she has continued to try and stick her nose in with my children, ever time she tries I tell her to mind her own dam business. It got to the point that my children have no respect for her in the sense that if she tells them what to do they do not listen if they no it goes against how I have raised or taught them. The really troubling thing about this woman is that she has no problem disciplining everyone else children but when it comes to her own she could give a shit less what they do. I guess she is a cross between the mom that acts like she is your kids mom and the mom that don't give a shit about her own kids. More the reason for me to loath this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post I'm going to ask for your opinion or advice if you have any to offer. In a post I did awhile back I told you all about how my then 5 year old son John set a fire in my backyard, well not actually a fire because it didn't catch, it only caused smoke but it could have been a fire if the brush was a little drier. Well anyway John used to have fun playing with his brother and two kids, a brother and sister that are neighbors. I noticed that he stopped going over to their house with his brother but I really didn't think anything off it because he has other friends on the street that are his age and they have play dates just about everyday. The other day he was in the house complaining he was bored and could play with his friends because they weren't home so I told him when his brother Michael came in I'd see if he could play with him. My little guy started crying so I asked him what was the matter, he told me Michael was playing with the brother and sister and he wasn't allowed in their yard. I asked him who told him that, he said the mother. I asked him why, he said because he made a fire. Now I could understand if John was older, say 10 or older and was out trying to set fires parents might be leery of their children hanging around with him but we are talking about a 5 now 6 year old that was playing fireman. He didn't comprehend what he was doing or how dangerous it was and this mom has no problem with her children coming over to my house everyday and hanging out. She is also one of those mom's that think her kids do no wrong, her daughter doesn't, she is a sweetheart but the son, well let just say he is by no means perfect. When I asked Michael about his brother not being allowed in their yard he told me the mom told both him and my son Nick that she did not want John in her yard so Nick tried sticking up for his brother by telling her John is only 5 and didn't no what he was doing. The mom told Nick and Michael that her kids never set fires when they were his age. When I heard this I felt like going over to her house and telling her no maybe your kids didn't set fires when they were little but your son's a bully, he steals toys from the little kid down the street, he gets kicked out of the store down the street for being a wise ass, he swears, he talks shit about you and he broke into the house on the street that is vacant so yah I'll take my little fireman any day over your poster child for birth control!!! What would you do? Let it go, who cares if John can go over the little shits house or would you talk to the mother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-7552947216365088814?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/1LDIVdZYWHM/moms-i-can-not-tolerate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/moms-i-can-not-tolerate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-4557719091469472114</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T02:17:09.642-04:00</atom:updated><title>HELP! I have neighbors from hell...</title><description>I have no idea what to do about my neighbors. They have got to be the meanest,rudest,and most miserable old geezers I've ever met!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a pretty quiet neighborhood. My house belonged to my great aunt and was passed down to her daughter when she passed away and then to me when my cousin passed away. The house has been in the family since the late 1920's. My mother and grandmother grew up in the house. I spent every weekend, holiday and school vacation here. My brother lived in this house from the time he was 15. Many of the homes on my street are stilled owned by friends of my aunts or their decedents.There are very few (new families)living on my street, maybe three... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway's the miserable old geezers that live next to me have lived their throughout my entire childhood. I used to go over their house when I was a child and play with their children who were a few years older than I. Back then the old man was a jerk and the wife was an unfriendly bitch. The old man would come home from the American Legion at the end of our street most nights, send his kids in and tell my brother and I to go the hell home.Once their children got old enough to be away from home they stayed away as much as possible. I've lived in this house with my children since January of this year and I have not seen their children visit once. No one in the neighborhood likes either of them but they try to be cordial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to my cousin passing away Dan, my man did alot of work on the house for her. Dan was replacing the deck and stairs a couple years back, while he was working he hit his hand with the hammer and said fuc* a little to loud. The old bag was getting into her car and heard him so she proceeded to tell him he better stop swearing or she was calling the police. He tried to explain what had happened and to apologize but she got into her car and drove off. Several months later Dan was backing a yard trailer into the back yard to remove some brush, one of the tires on the trailer went about 3" onto their driveway, you would have though we hit their house the way the old man came running out yelling to get the fuc*in trailer of his property. Dan tried talking to the bastard so he could tell him he didn't mean to go onto his driveway but the old man kept yelling at Dan that he was a hoodlum, no good and that he knew all about his kind. Mind you, every other word out of this mans mouth was a cuss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast track to the present. When my family and I moved into the house my children  tried to be nice to these two jerks. They would say hi or wave to them when ever they saw them but all they do is ignore them, that is until recently... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago our dog got out and ran over to their yard, the old man screamed at my 10 year old son to get the fuc*ing dog out of his yard or he'd kill it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later my sons friend was getting dropped of and the dad pulled into their driveway by accident, the old man charged at the car screaming for the dad to get the fuc* off his property...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago my 10 year old son and 6 year old daughter were playing out in the yard and their ball went into their yard so my son went to retrieve it, the old lady         came out and told them to get the heck out of her yard followed by the old man screaming for them to get the fuc* out of his yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm usually an outspoken woman, especially when it comes to my children but with these two I don't no how to handle the situation. I know he's miserable because he's a drinker and would have rather been living with his g/f all these years and she's miserable because she has lived with this man all these years,has dealt with his drinking all these years and knows about his g/f. But there is no excuse for talking to some ones children the way they have talked to mine and there is no excuse for being ignorant to a child when their just trying to be nice, if they don't want to say hi in return they could of just given a quick wave, how hard is that? My son Nicholas was going to offer to mow their lawn with the ride on because they don't have one and our yards are rather big, I told him not to. Why should he offer to do some thing nice for them when I know already what their answer would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan wanted to go over and say some thing to them for the way they have treated and talked to our children. I stopped him because I think that would make the situation worse than it already is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told my children to ignore their dirty looks, continue to smile and wave and not to stoop to their level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Nicholas was across the street helping another neighbor in her yard. She has lived on this street her whole life, she knows the geezers well. Her parents passed away some years ago and left their house to her sister.Her sister gave her part of the land and her and her husband built a house on it 6 years ago. She occasionally will go over and say hi to the old woman if she sees her out on the front porch. Well there she was sitting on the porch doing her crossword puzzle so my neighbor decided to go say hi, she asked Nicholas to go over with her. Of course he said no, that she would tell him to get the heck of her yard. My neighbor told him don't worry about her. She's just an old lady that doesn't like her life. They walked over together and then my daughter followed when she saw them. I stood in the door waiting for her to say something but she didn't. All she did was say hi to the neighbor and ignore my children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do in my situation if anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confront them&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them&lt;br /&gt;Continue to try and be nice&lt;br /&gt;Take up a petition to have them thrown out of town (I'd have enough signatures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;We may not be the ideal neighbors, the kids can get loud, the dog gets out occasionally and Dan can swear(and me)but we have never done anything to these old geezers to warrant the attitude or treatment they give to my children...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-4557719091469472114?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/pgrFNJXIStI/help-i-have-neighbors-from-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/help-i-have-neighbors-from-hell.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-9217037042984448446</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T04:17:17.386-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Expressions for Women having Really Bad Days...</title><description>Allow me to introduce my selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your point is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos, panic, and disorder - my job is done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a people person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT start with me. You will NOT win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about never? Is never good for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I miss you if you won't go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of Estrogen and I have a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect your opinion. I just don't want to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the broom fits. Fly it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I've just been in a bad mood for 39 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of bed and dressed, what more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for your medication or mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me drop everything and work on your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next mood swing: 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't look busy...I did it right the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get it...like humor...but different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my name...you'll be screaming it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I have an attitude and I know how to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I? Flypaper for jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the right to remain silent, so please SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sound reasonable...time to take my medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-9217037042984448446?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/9hHT5gpuwpM/expressions-for-women-having-really-bad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/expressions-for-women-having-really-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-5267883618746074917</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T04:11:56.179-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sex Ed... My Way!!!</title><description>I'm entering my son's puberty with my eyes wide open. I refuse to be one of those parents that can't or wont talk to their children about sex. I will not be one of those parents with blinders on that thinks in their delusional mind that just because they tell their children not to have sex they wont do it. I tell my children not to have sex, to wait until their with the right person that they love. I don't tell them to wait until they marry because then I would be such a hypocrite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is what I tell my son's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrielynnesworld.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c364/carrielynne1/1myspaceglitter/commentgraphics/flirts/flirty7.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/register.php?pbaffsite=13" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c364/carrielynne1/pblogo.gif" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting @ Photobucket.com!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-5267883618746074917?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/MbuB9TZDLW4/7-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-3887326281591237990</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T03:14:00.397-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Week</title><description>&lt;a href="http://carrielynnesworld.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c364/carrielynne1/1carrielynnesworld/flashy_comments/funny/flashy_funny_5.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a very bad week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off my guy, Dan has been out of work for most of the week because his crew foreman decided he wasn't showing up for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly my dog Bella has shit in the living room a total of three time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third I noticed a small bald spot on Johns head. For those of you that don't know he has alopecia and has been going once a month for 5 months to have 8 or more steroid shots in his head so his hair would grow back which it did and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth my son Michael has been giving me a hard time about doing his home work all week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth I was suppose to go out to dinner with my daughter Shay and her new boyfriend this weekend but I can't. All I wanted was a little me time away from the other kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least I received a summons two weeks ago for my oldest son to appear at court this past Thursday to testify against a 22 year old man that had been giving my sons friends (I use the term loosely) booze, cigs and money for sexual favors. My son was present during some of the offerings, his name was brought up as being a witness so he went a few months ago to talk with the prosecutor about what he knew and saw. This is all fine and good. I believe this sicko should be punished but what about the girls? I have a hard time believing that they didn't know what he was doing was wrong or that what they were doing was wrong. These girls went along with it all. Instead of reporting him to the police or their parents they excepted his offers and gave their favors. These are girls who are 14, have been sexually active in the past, smoke, drink and do god knows what else. Well anyway aside from that we showed up at court, on time and ready for him to testify, we wait 2 hours to be finally told that the trial was postponed because the police couldn't show up and we would receive a new summons with a new date. Well isn't that just pisser. My son missed school for nothing and now has to wait until the police can show up. Not only will he miss another day but the summons says that he has to be in court every day until the trial ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-3887326281591237990?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I fuckin LOVE crab ragoons! The best shit in the world.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate people that talk shit and can't back it up. &lt;br /&gt;6. I am afraid of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate cooked carrots.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love children's animated movies.&lt;br /&gt;10. I was kicked out of Sunday school for cutting jesuses head out of a book and pasting it onto a table depicting the last supper.&lt;br /&gt;11. This 100 Things list is harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;12. I get head aches almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;13. I've never been outside of the US.&lt;br /&gt;14. If I did leave the US, I'd go to Portugal because thats were my fathers family was from...&lt;br /&gt;15. If I ever have another child, which I wont because I had my tubes tied 6 years ago, but if it was a girl, I would name her Acelynn Jade and if it was a boy I would name him Christian Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;16. When I had my tubes tied I was totally convinced that I did not eve want to have another child.&lt;br /&gt;17. After I had my tubes tied I regretted it and wished I had of chosen a different form of birth control, that is until my grandchildren started coming along. Was I insane, my baby days were definitely over with the last one. &lt;br /&gt;18. I always fell for guys older than me.&lt;br /&gt;19. My lucky number is 69.&lt;br /&gt;20. I like the smell of gasoline, permanent markers, and fingernail polish remover (but not all of them combined)&lt;br /&gt;21. I think I snore. Not loudly.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have some hearing loss.&lt;br /&gt;23. My favorite mixed drink is a long island ice tea .&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite candy is chocolate truffles.&lt;br /&gt;25. I hate to dance.&lt;br /&gt;26. My soda of choice is Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;28. I can't stand my name...&lt;br /&gt;29. You know those little stuffed animals or toys that say PRESS MY HAND TO HEAR ME TALK or PRESS MY FOOT TO HEAR CHRISTMAS SONGS! Well, if you are in WalMart or Target, and happen to hear them go off all at once *grin* IT WAS ME!&lt;br /&gt;30. I make the best chocolate chip cookies (from scratch) this world has ever eaten! &lt;br /&gt;31. I didn't send out ANY Christmas cards last year or any year.&lt;br /&gt;23. I can not drink to much vodka, it makes me mean...&lt;br /&gt;24. I repeat myself&lt;br /&gt;25. I secretly believe the answers I get from magic 8 balls, unless it's not the answer i want.&lt;br /&gt;26. My house is messy. I clean up after myself everywhere else but not at home.&lt;br /&gt;27. My brain is messy, too.&lt;br /&gt;28. I repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;30. I forget to pay bills on time. I get disconnection notices from the electric company every month and last month I had my ELECTRICITY shut off.&lt;br /&gt;31. My credit score is so bad I don't even have one...&lt;br /&gt;32. I have a problem sleeping for more than 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;33. I love sex on a beach, not the drink...&lt;br /&gt;34. In an argument, I never like to admit I may be wrong, and make like I'm the expert. Thank god I'm never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;35. I hate know it all people...&lt;br /&gt;36. I hate my mother...&lt;br /&gt;37. I dislike my guys mother.&lt;br /&gt;38. I give very bad directions.&lt;br /&gt;39. I frequently ramble on when talking to people and end up not remembering what my point was.&lt;br /&gt;40. I've been told I have cute feet.&lt;br /&gt;41. I hate my neighbors that live next to me. They are miserable old people that should not be allowed out in public...&lt;br /&gt;42. I wish that my neighbors children would put them in a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;43. I'm not a mean person...&lt;br /&gt;44. I still make a wish every time I blow out my birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;45. I get nosy when I go into other peoples' houses.&lt;br /&gt;46. I think I'm pretty tough.&lt;br /&gt;47. The first fight I had was over a guy when I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;48. I used to beat people up if they picked on my friends.&lt;br /&gt;49. The last fight I had was when I was pregnant with my son Nick. I totally recked the bitch...&lt;br /&gt;50. Me and the bitch became close friends later...&lt;br /&gt;51. I thought about suicide when I was 13...&lt;br /&gt;52. I collect Precious Moments figurines.&lt;br /&gt;53. I used to collect porcelain dolls until my daughter got a hold of them.&lt;br /&gt;54. I can't go into a store without buying something for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;55. I can't go into a store and buy something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;56. Sometimes I forget how old I am. I have to think about what year I was born and calculate it in my head. This started happening when i hit 30 and is only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;57. I love sex in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;58. I love sex.&lt;br /&gt;59. I'm always trying to help some one.&lt;br /&gt;60. I have taken in several of my children's friends, 3 of my nephews, 1 of my nieces, 2 of my friends, 1 of my friends daughters, and a nephews girlfriend and her daughter, all at separate times.&lt;br /&gt;61. Once I had four 19 year olds living with us when they got evicted from their apartment.&lt;br /&gt;62. My house should have a revolving door.&lt;br /&gt;63. I should have been a social worker.&lt;br /&gt;64. I've smoked for more than half of my life and plan to quit sometime...&lt;br /&gt;65. My grandmother died of lung cancer and my mother was diagnosed with it a few months ago. I'm afraid I'll be the next one.&lt;br /&gt;66. I started journals for each of my children when they were born and haven't written in them since they were babies.&lt;br /&gt;67. I don't have a middle name, my full name is Toni-Marie hyphenated. My mother must have been drunk or having withdrawals and her hand must have been shaking when she named me.&lt;br /&gt;68. The only person I ever felt close to growing up was my brother.&lt;br /&gt;69. Huh huh...I'm on number 69...&lt;br /&gt;70. My brother used to beat people up for me, he once got on my bus and beat the shit out of a guy that pinched my ass.&lt;br /&gt;71. We were taught by our farther to never start a fight but to never walk away from one either.&lt;br /&gt;72. The best memories of my childhood are ones spent away from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;73. I have very few memories of my mother when I was young , the few I do have all involve cases of beer and men trying to be my farther.&lt;br /&gt;74. I don't hate my farther but I don't like him either.&lt;br /&gt;75. I either like you or I don't.&lt;br /&gt;76. If I don't like someone I can't pretend to.&lt;br /&gt;77. I only consider two of my friends real friends, the rest are just acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;78. I love my children and would do anything to protect them. ANYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;80. I have a bad habit of swearing around my children.&lt;br /&gt;81. I think it's awesome that my children feel they can talk to me about anything.&lt;br /&gt;82. I think that watching the sun set at the beach is magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;83. I keep my emotions to myself.&lt;br /&gt;84. The only time's I've cried were at the births of my children, the death of my aunt and my first granddaughter and the death of my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;85. The worst thing that I have ever gone through was the death of my granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;86. When my granddaughter died I would have killed the person that caused her death if I could have gotten away with it.&lt;br /&gt;87. I don't want to kill the person that caused my granddaughters death anymore but I wish him a miserable life full of heartache and failure.&lt;br /&gt;88. I used to work in a nursing home but had to quit when I saw how the patients were treated.&lt;br /&gt;89. I reported the nursing home to the police.&lt;br /&gt;90. I spoil my kids so that they wont put me in a nursing home...&lt;br /&gt;91. If I could get away with it I'd break my brother out of prison.&lt;br /&gt;92. OR if I had enough money I'd buy my brothers freedom.&lt;br /&gt;93. In three years my family will be complete when my brother gets out of prison.&lt;br /&gt;94. My brother went to prison for nine years because he had guns in his house.&lt;br /&gt;95. And he tried breaking things off with a woman that was obsessed so she went to court got a restraining order, went to the police brought them to his house to supposedly retrieve her things and showed the police the guns.(NO SEARCH WARRANT). &lt;br /&gt;96. The Fourth Amendment means nothing in the eyes of the court or to police in my neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;97. He never intended on using them to commit a crime, they belonged to some one else.&lt;br /&gt;98. I BELIEVE OUR CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM IS MESSED UP.&lt;br /&gt;99. I love Coco Puffs, Captain Crunch and Special K.&lt;br /&gt;100. If I had a penny for every time my children pissed me off I'd be a millionaire, if I had a penny for every time my children made me smile I'd be a trillionaire...      &lt;br /&gt;101. I like it, love it when people comment on my blog (hint, hint). I can't believe I finished this list. 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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/8x1YR3FvuYM/101-things-about-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/101-things-about-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-5986523425050196346</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-30T00:06:17.235-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aliases</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">about me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>No more aliases...</title><description>Ok Everyone, &lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stop using aliases for myself and family. I know many people prefer to use them to protect their privacy but I've never really been a private person and besides with eight children and three grandchildren remembering their real names is hard enough let alone aliases. So I would like to now reintroduce myself and my family... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum Roll Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Toni&lt;br /&gt;Sexy man: Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest daughter: Kori&lt;br /&gt;Second oldest daughter: Riane&lt;br /&gt;Third Oldest daughter: Shayla&lt;br /&gt;Youngest daughter: Briana&lt;br /&gt;Oldest son: DJ (Daniel Jr)&lt;br /&gt;Second oldest son: Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;Third oldest son: Michael&lt;br /&gt;Youngest son: John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddaughter: Amaya&lt;br /&gt;Granddaughter: Kylee&lt;br /&gt;Grandson: Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: Bella&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-5986523425050196346?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/BS85OxuLWVQ/no-more-aliases.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-aliases.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-1728175107602831761</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T01:27:26.381-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hidden meaning of your name...</title><description>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Toni Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;Take the test. What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-1728175107602831761?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/GB9CAGeinwo/what-toni-means-you-are-seeker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-toni-means-you-are-seeker.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-8579422088296703179</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T01:22:00.343-04:00</atom:updated><title>Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?</title><description>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My test results say I'm Disturbingly Profound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/profound.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/"&gt;Take the test. Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-8579422088296703179?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/4TBKq8aRbg8/are-you-disturbingly-profound-or.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-disturbingly-profound-or.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-7099178991016744500</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T01:17:39.888-04:00</atom:updated><title>Are you a fighter???</title><description>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My test results are: Fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoyourespondfightorflightquiz/fight.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to almost any situation, you're a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're aggressive and intense. It's best if people don't mess with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to take advantage of you... or even get away with ticking you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to keep your temper in check. You don't have to fight everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyourespondfightorflightquiz/"&gt;How Do You Respond: Fight or Flight?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-7099178991016744500?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/vVUqe8SO10w/are-you-fighter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-fighter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-1197052957310048810</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T01:11:03.121-04:00</atom:updated><title>Dream Home Test...</title><description>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the House Test Says About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thehousetest/house.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider yourself important, but no more important than anyone else. You love attention, but you don't feel like you deserve more of it than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stand community oriented people and annoying "buy local" campaigns. You prefer to live the best life possible, and that doesn't really involve many other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative, expressive, and bright. You are always in the middle of some amazing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take good care of your physical appearance. You dress well, stay in shape, and do your best to look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moved by romance and love. You are optimistic about people, and you love hearing about happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thehousetest/"&gt;Take the test...The House Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-1197052957310048810?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OneCrazyBunch/~3/28KFi3ni4vE/dream-home-test.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Toni)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-home-test.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219926595599418211.post-5567199016721667755</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T01:10:31.944-04:00</atom:updated><title>Are You Kinky???</title><description>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My test results. I am 30% Kinky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoukinkyquiz/kinky-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite kinky, and you've been known to be somewhat adventurous in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a pretty firm line that you won't cross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you like. And you know what you don't like. And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to experiment a little, but you prefer your kink in very small doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoukinkyquiz/"&gt;Take the test...Are You Kinky?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219926595599418211-5567199016721667755?l=mylitlbratz-onecrazybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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