<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919</id><updated>2011-12-11T20:52:30.450-05:00</updated><category term='Teeth'/><category term='and more teeth'/><title type='text'>Adventures from  Hworld</title><subtitle type='html'>Laugh, cry, and pray with me as I travel this path of life. I love my family and I hope you will too!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5985026568420917092</id><published>2011-12-11T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:52:30.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Are a Mother of An Older Child When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although my mother lives with us, she still owns the condo her and my dad had in Murrell's Inlet, SC. After no luck trying to sell the place, a friend of the family asked to rent it from her. So, off we went to get everything cleared out. Being as it is quite a drive, I had a lot of time to ponder. On the way home we stopped at a rest stop and I passed a mom with her two little girls wearing plastic dress up heals. I had a flash back to the days when BB had to be Buzz Light year or a Power Ranger, and DQ had to be Barbie Rapunzel or a Power Ranger (there are girl power rangers too you know) EVERYWHERE we went. So I got to thinking, you know you are the mother of older kids when:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You are looking for a specific pair of shoes, a scarf, a purse, what have you  in your closet and they are not there. So, you venture into your DQ's  &lt;del&gt; toxic waste dump&lt;/del&gt; room and unearth a pile of clothes, shoes, books, stuffed animals and there are your shoes, scarf, purse, what have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You get excited when BB outgrows his Adidas pants because they are going to be a perfect fit for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You get the orthodontist and American Eagle bills in the mail and wish you could go back to the days when you thought you going to save so much money when the kids were finally completely potty trained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When you are lecturing the kids on appropriate tv shows, you start to get a little nostalgic for Barney and Veggie Tails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You find yourself asking BB for advice on how to work your Iphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. When you get home from work and BB has set up your Iphone completely and tells you he put all your books and music on Icloud for you to make it easier to transfer everything over. Because you have no idea what Icloud is you run for Google, then make a reason to upstage BB by all your Icloud knowledge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. DQ is sitting next to you reading as you type and is correcting all your errors and questioning everything you type!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You feel honored when your 13 yr old son still blows you kisses when he's in another car and sees you across the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. When you are fussing at your kids for one reason or another and they are looking down at you as you point your finger at them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When you start worrying if their grades are going to be good enough for college instead of whether or not they can read and spell! Also on that note, parent teacher conferences are only done when your child is not cutting it at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are the mother of little ones, cherish those moments. Enjoy the sticky kisses and hand prints on the glass, because one day soon they will not want to hold your hand in public, and they wouldn't be caught dead running into your outstretched arms for a kiss and hug when you come visit them at school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5985026568420917092?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5985026568420917092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5985026568420917092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5985026568420917092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5985026568420917092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-you-are-mother-of-older-child.html' title='You Know You Are a Mother of An Older Child When...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5785201445715384014</id><published>2011-12-05T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:41:01.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/" &gt;&lt;img alt="Mckmama- Not Me Monday" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondayButtonV6copy.jpg" width=”400px”&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"  &gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt; target="_blank" href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've done a Not Me Monday. I am not going to tell you a year's worth, but here are a few highlights of my own personal shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been taunting my poor 12 year old daughter by saying the word sex randomly! She covers her ears and screams "STOP IT! That is soooo gross!" I would never embarrass DQ, NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have by no means threatened to take the kids' Christmas presents back in order to get them to do exactly what we want them to do. We would never blackmail our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not jealous of our huge lab/dane mix. She does not have hubby turned to mush, and she does not get in between us on our bed and love on him while I receive all four of her stinky feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not call home everyday anxiously awaiting the arrival of my IPhone! I was not more excited about the purple otter box than the actual phone, and I do not have my 13 yr old teaching me how to use it. I also don't own an IPad by the way!! I am not a spoiled princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5785201445715384014?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5785201445715384014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5785201445715384014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5785201445715384014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5785201445715384014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondayButtonV6copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2518598084395755665</id><published>2011-11-30T20:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:40:16.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentament and Music</title><content type='html'>My taste in music is not exactly "beast" as DQ puts it. In fact, nobody in the family likes most of  my music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a particular style I prefer, but it usually involves the 80's and 90's. Who remembers Janet Jackson and Paula Abdul? What about Nelson, and Color Me Bad? I love AC/DC and Def Leopard. I love Amy Grant and Micheal W. Smith. I love Garth Brooks and Toby Keith. I love Disney movie soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;Now most of these songs are not particularly brilliant, but for me they have memories attached. Moments of my life where I was happy, or sad, or lonely, or confused. These artists and songs were my friends that didn't talk back or judge.&lt;br /&gt;For a girl these songs made my crush on whatever boy I was chasing bigger. They made my heartbreak when said boy and I were no longer crushing more dramatic. They made my party days more fun. They made my wedding day more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school I dated the same boy for most of it. We dated through part of college, and even some after I moved down south. Now, there were boys in between the drama that I dated or crushed on, but it was always about this one boy in the end; until I met hubby. Ahhh, finally I had met HIM, THE ONE! He was so cute, and so sweet, and so willing to be all mine! Of course we both had so much growing to do, but we didn't care, all that mattered were the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we picked a song. John Micheal Montgomery: I Love The Way You Love Me. Sniff: getting a little weepy here!!! He has his favorite for me that makes me grin from ear to ear!!! Brad Paisley's She's Everything, which I must admit is just about perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any songs that make you melt, cry, laugh, reminisce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2518598084395755665?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2518598084395755665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2518598084395755665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2518598084395755665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2518598084395755665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/sentament-and-music.html' title='Sentament and Music'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6837459457326614422</id><published>2011-11-29T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:52:34.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Labor and Delivery Nurses WISH You Knew</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been thinking about this post for some time now trying to find a good way to present this to you. I am a nurse at the biggest labor and delivery unit in the nation. We have 42 labor beds, 5 OR's, our own recovery room, and 19 high risk beds. We also have a 7 bed triage unit for overflow. Now that is just in Labor and Delivery. We also have a whole unit dedicated to nothing but long term high risk patients. I am not even sure how many post partum beds we have but I know there are 6 floors in the women's center. We are one of two high risk certified hospitals in the nation. We have a top of the line NICU with I don't even know how many beds. You get the point. All this to say I have a few things to share with you. Some of this may be common knowledge, some may be slightly TMI, and some may be funny. So here goes. My top 10 things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Regardless of what you have heard we do not hate birth plans. They are a great thing. The downfall to them is this: a lot of times they are unrealistic. If you choose to have a birth plan share it with your doctor or Midwife before you come in to the hospital. They can help you decide what is reasonable and also discuss other options for you to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If it is going to hurt your baby I am not going to do it! I do not want to hurt your baby, I promise. I understand you are looking out for the well being of your child, but so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Usually it takes a long time to have a baby. I do not know how long it will take. It can take a few minutes to a couple of days. Ask for updates if you must, but I do not have a crystal ball, and I do not know what time this kid is coming :). Plan on 8 to 10 hours give or take a few in either direction. With labor and delivery anything goes and usually does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Please consider your medical staff when it comes to hygiene. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Dad, I don't care that you had sex last night. Unless I ask, I do not need to know. I do have a pretty good idea where babies come from.&lt;br /&gt;Again dads: the hospital is not your home. I don't want to see you in your boxers! If you need to go #2, please use another restroom other than your wife's. Also, remember that even though the floors get mopped, this is a hospital and this is a particularly messy unit, so you may want to consider keeping your flip flops on when walking around. Also, I am your wife's nurse not your servant. Oh, and no you cannot have any Ambien, percocet, tylenol, motrin, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Having a baby hurts. I don't care how many drugs you get or how good your epidural is you will experience some pain. I HAVE to put an IV in, I HAVE to check your cervix, sometimes you HAVE to lay on your side even though it's not your ideal position. I don't like hurting you, but your safety and well being as well as your baby's matter to me. They really truly do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.While your comfort is important, you really only need a small bag of things. A clean pair of jammies and panties, a clean set of clothes for you and baby, and a few toiletries. Some socks and slippers and maybe a robe and your own pillow. That's it. You do not need 3 suitcases, your stroller, your baby bag, your car seat, your bouncy seat, 5 books, 3 grocery bags full of snacks (you aren't allowed to eat on medication and epidural anyway), your perfume, hair dryer, straightener, hot rollers, your own toilet paper (yes I've seen a 4pack of Charmin), every antacid known to man (which you aren't allowed to take anyway), and whatever else you can live without for 48 hours. I promise it'll be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If you must have your mother, MIL, FIL, your brother and his wife and 3 kids, your neighbor, you bible study group, your grandparents and their bible study group in your delivery, then you must know that I am going to have a hard time liking you. You many be the most pleasant, well behaved group of people in all the world but I need to take care of you and your baby and it's very hard to do my job with all those people in the way. Also, do you really want all those people seeing your hoo ha? I mean REALLY??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If I come running in your room telling you I need your to roll over now, please don't sigh at me and ask me if you have to. Please don't all of a sudden lose your ability to move because you are pregnant. Don't worry about your bottom falling out because I've already seen it, and I'm pretty sure your baby daddy has too! I am asking for a reason and you need to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Finally, I am a nurse. I know that I am not a doctor. I know that I did not go to medical school. However, what you need to understand is that I do this 12 hours a day at least 3 days a week. I am with you all day and know you better than your doctor does.  I labor women all the time, doctor's don't. I am your direct line to them and they know you are here I promise. I am usually on your side and it is my job to advocate to your doctor on your behalf, even if I don't agree with you. It is not my job to judge you, but it is my job to educate you; so please don't get offended when I sometimes question your thought process so that I can understand what you are asking. I am not trying to avoid calling your doctor, I just need to know because they are going to ask before the come. They will come but it may not be till you are ready to deliver. It may not be right before breakfast, and it may not even be at all that day, but they will come. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a note to an elite group of parents: To those who have lost your precious baby, I am so sorry. I really am. If I seem insensitive I'm not trying to be. Remember that I am human and my heart hurts too. I may even know what you are going through, but I may choose not to share that with you because this is about you, not me. If I cry with you I hope that is okay with you. I am praying for you and I usually go home and cry on my husband's shoulder. I will do all that I can to comfort you and meet your needs, but nothing I can say or do will make it better, but I will try anyway!  Labor and Delivery is usually a happy place but when it's bad it's really bad. You are always in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6837459457326614422?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6837459457326614422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6837459457326614422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6837459457326614422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6837459457326614422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-labor-and-delivery-nurses-wish.html' title='Things Labor and Delivery Nurses WISH You Knew'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8354474340321848593</id><published>2011-11-28T13:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:34:26.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess it's been awhile huh? Let me tell you I have missed blogging so much but just couldn't find the time, energy, or desire to come back. Today I felt a tug so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have followed me at all in the last year or so you would know that I have had some trying times. I have chosen not to blog about it all because I had such anger and sadness. We lost my father and my mother in law. We had emergency hernia surgery, and gall bladder surgery. I hurt my hand very bad at work. There has been a lot of anger and hurt in the family. There is more to my trial but I am not going to go into that. All I can say is that this trial has been life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't understand, and to some extent I still don't. I have had so much sadness and heart break that I can't even put words to it. I never knew losing my father and having to pick up the pieces of that loss for me and my mother and the rest of my family would be so hard. Now I am working on picking up the pieces of losing my mother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that know me personally have asked "when are ya'll going to get a break?" Believe me it's a question I've asked God many times! I have been so angry at God. I have been so angry at people. But you know what? God has a plan. I have learned so much going through this trial. It's still not easy, and some days are harder than others, but blessings are abounding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has moved in with us. God blessed us with a home that could be expanded for her. God blessed us with the funds to be able to do just that. Having her here has been so great for our family. She is here for the kids when hubby and I are at work. She is here when someone gets sick. She's just here and it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized what an amazing man I married until all of this happened. He has been a rock, even through losing his own mother he has stood firm. He has reached out to my mother in a way most men would never do for the MIL. He has held me many times as I wept, and yelled, and screamed. He has been a blessing I can never get over. I love you so much Hubby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB and DQ have changed so much! BB is now almost 5'7 and in his last year of middle school! He is becoming such a charmer!!! DQ is in 7th grade and stunning! She is almost as tall as me ( not hard to do I assure you!), and her hair is still so blond! They are both amazing children that I am so blessed and honored to raise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started attending a home church. God has brought us down a path I never dreamed of. We have such a different perspective on what He wants us to be as believers. We are to be holy always. There is no such thing as "fire insurance". It says in the bible that where there is sin, He CANNOT be! It's been eye opening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are able to catch your breath after this whirlwind of emotions. I cannot promise you there won't be more emotional posts to come so stick around for the walk of life I travel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8354474340321848593?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8354474340321848593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8354474340321848593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8354474340321848593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8354474340321848593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been???'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1501336729417165970</id><published>2010-12-22T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:16:49.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to "Chill"</title><content type='html'>As my children are getting older, and I'm not getting any younger I have found that I just get a little crankier. I fuss all the time about people not picking up their shoes and socks. I yell when someone makes some toast and they leave crumbs and cinnamon all over the counter top. I get frustrated when my children fall asleep on the couch with the tv on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other morning I got up for work (on a Saturday) and there were 3 children(mine plus a friend) sleeping on the couch. There were socks and shoes and sweatshirts everywhere, there were coke cans and half eaten cookies sitting up on the pass through (not on my carpet :) ), and the dogs were left out all night. The tv was blaring, the Christmas lights were still on as well as the hall light. But you know what? They were all covered in blankets, and furry friends were surrounding them. They were peaceful and dreaming. They were happy and isn't that what really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this BB is again asleep on the couch. His hoody is on my chair, there is half opened mail on the table, the recliners are both kicked out, there are xbox controllers scattered about, and of course furry friends are wandering around, but I'm ok! Now, ask me again when everyone is awake and it's time to clean the place up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1501336729417165970?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1501336729417165970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1501336729417165970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1501336729417165970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1501336729417165970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning-to-chill.html' title='Learning to &quot;Chill&quot;'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4801010395611352926</id><published>2010-10-22T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:22:46.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Repeating</title><content type='html'>My mother was in a workshop the other day and they were asked to imagine a safe place. Well, she came up with a place but figured out all sorts of reasons why it wouldn't be safe; wild animals could get in etc. So then after thinking about more of the workshop she remembered they talked about putting things in bubbles. She told me tonight &lt;br /&gt;" so in thinking about all the dangers in my safe place I decided to just put it in a bubble and now it's safe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny mom!! I love you Cupcakes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4801010395611352926?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4801010395611352926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4801010395611352926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4801010395611352926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4801010395611352926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/10/worth-repeating.html' title='Worth Repeating'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7743562618280409098</id><published>2010-10-21T06:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:18:45.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Word for a Hurting Heart</title><content type='html'>Psalm 3:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord how many are my foes! How many rise up against me!&lt;br /&gt;Many are saying to me, "God will not deliver him"&lt;br /&gt;But you are a shield around me, O Lord, you bestow glory on me and lift up my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David felt like he was in the minority. There may have been as many as 10,000 soldiers surrounding him at this time. Not only did David's enemies view him differently, they actively sought to harm him. As king, David could have trusted his army to defeat Absalom, instead, he depended upon God's mercy; therefore, he was at peace whatever outcome occurred, knowing that God's great purposes would prevail. We can overcome fear by trusting God for protection in our darkest hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many dark hours over the last 4 months, and last night was truly dark for our family. We will have victory over the power of Satan. Satan is strong, BUT GOD is stronger! &lt;br /&gt;Fear is not from God. Fear is terrible. It's awful to be fearful. It's oppressive. OVERCOMING is hard. I feel as though I'm walking in sand up a mountain. I'm tired, I'm discouraged, I have to work at every step I take. BUT GOD is a God of peace, and courage, and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I'm relying on God to get me and my family through this. Rubber meets the road. I have not been relying on God. Talk is cheap. I HAVE to rely on God and I will. I have tried this on my own, and guess what? I am failing miserably. BUT GOD doesn't fail at anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my commitment to you. This is a big step for me, but I will be posting what God has shown me on this blog at least once a week. I need accountability. I need to rely on God. Right now there is only one set of footprints in the sand and for that one set I am thankful and will praise Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7743562618280409098?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7743562618280409098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7743562618280409098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7743562618280409098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7743562618280409098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-word-for-hurting-heart.html' title='A Fresh Word for a Hurting Heart'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-3756352675301742562</id><published>2010-10-15T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:54:33.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, what to say. I have so many feelings running through my heart right now; it can be difficult to put it all into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll start with this. My God is bigger, my God is stronger. This world is temporary and we are just passing through. I am clinging to that. I have seen so much pain and hurt over the last 4 months. I've personally been through things, and watched those I love go through things that humans just aren't equipped to handle. Thank you Lord that we have you to carry us when we just can't walk any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago my sweet husband left me a note on facebook and he'll never know how much of an impact it had on me.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that sometimes there is only one set of footprints in the sand. How true that is hubby. I'm not going to go into details about what all has been happening, but you need to know that your prayers are needed and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I getting from all that God has allowed to happen since last spring? I am learning to lean on Him. I am learning not to lean on my own understanding. I am learning that it's all going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children will be children. I'm learning that. They hurt you just as much as the world. I have good kids, I really do, but they are human and they will and do make mistakes. What I'm learning from that is that I can't always fix them. Sometimes, as bad as it hurts me as a mother, I have to let them fall. They have to learn that there are consequences to their actions; not just from us, but from life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is family no matter what. You may not agree on things, you may get hurt by them, but they are your family and they are a gift from God. Anger and bitterness are tools to hurt you, not to help you. If you can't seem to agree, or see things together, then you just have to learn to get around it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find what makes you happy and do it. Me? I love to have a clean, comfortable, pretty home. Can I afford to do what I want in my home, no. But what I can do is take care of what I have, and be creative with what I want. For example, as you know we bought a new home last year. I have always wanted a pretty front porch that when people come to my door they can hardly wait to get inside to see more. I have been eyeing these big brick red ceramic flower pots for some time now. The problem is they were $50 a pop. Well, the other day I just happened to be up at the hardware store and low and behold there were my pots on the clearance rack! $12 each!!! YAY! I bought 2, filled them with cheery fall flowers, and pretty wreath (my birthday present), and now I have a front porch I adore. That makes me happy. It's nothing fancy, but it reminds me there is hope, and something to look forward to.... like going inside to see what else might be waiting! In my home I have lots of 4 legged friends, 2 very vibrant children, a loving husband, and a sweet and wonderful mother. I have colorful cheery curtains, I have high ceilings, I have scents of cinnamon, vanilla, and new house. I have crystal and candles and red toned woods. I have pictures and plants and cozy blankets. This makes me happy. My refuge from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining can be so hard to find. It can be hidden by the smog, so be sure to look a little harder when you find yourself surrounded by smog. The lining is there somewhere, you just have to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-3756352675301742562?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3756352675301742562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=3756352675301742562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3756352675301742562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3756352675301742562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-silver-lining.html' title='Finding the Silver Lining'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5420811715000114568</id><published>2010-10-02T11:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:10:16.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons</title><content type='html'>Life in the south. It has it's pros and cons. I'll give you my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;The football is so fun. Hot at first, but man these people love some football!&lt;br /&gt;The food. Oh my goodness the food!&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to relax because everyone is relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;The beach, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;The fall, ahhh it feels so good after 1000 degree summers!&lt;br /&gt;It snows just enough for it to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;I can dress like a girl year round.&lt;br /&gt;Fixin, ya'll, and yonder are accepted vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;It's so stinking hot!&lt;br /&gt;Although relaxed sometimes it's just a little to slow.&lt;br /&gt;The food. Oh my goodness the food!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Rednecks with monster trucks driving by your house at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the stars at night, too many big city lights.&lt;br /&gt;Kudzu and fire ants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5420811715000114568?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5420811715000114568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5420811715000114568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5420811715000114568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5420811715000114568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/10/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and Cons'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-380291172967472756</id><published>2010-09-29T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:07:17.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, Drama, Drama</title><content type='html'>So a couple of nights ago hubby came home doubled over in pain. He asked me to feel his belly button... " wow honey, it's a belly button". &lt;br /&gt;"No, wait till I cough then try again"&lt;br /&gt;So he coughs and I feel, OH MY did I feel. He had this bubbled out place that was really kind of gross to feel, and really quite painful for him to have me feel So we are thinking hernia, ok, doctor tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning he's in so much pain, but being the typical stubborn man that he is, he goes to work, as do I.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to situation to one of the docs on my unit (keep in mind I'm a labor and delivery nurse) and he recommends hubby go to the ER. I call hubby and of course I hear "I'm fine honey, just going to the doctor this afternoon". Ugh, REALLY? &lt;br /&gt;So here I am, stressed out. Several of the nurses and I called hubby again asking him to please come here to the ER, but NO!&lt;br /&gt;Evening rolls around and I am just finishing up with a delivery and hubby calls "Dr. M says it's pretty bad, need to have surgery, can you find me a surgeon?" Well, of course I can! As soon as I repeated the word surgery 2 docs were on the phone calling surgeons and fast tracking hubby through the system while I am on the phone with hubby explaining the importance of heading here NOW.&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit in hubby's hospital room typing this blog while he enjoys his happy juice awaiting surgery. I think I'll rub it in a bit that my manly husband got admitted to the hospital by an Obstetrician!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-380291172967472756?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/380291172967472756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=380291172967472756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/380291172967472756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/380291172967472756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama, Drama, Drama'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2578082498714983965</id><published>2010-09-22T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:47:11.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie</title><content type='html'>Last Christmas we acquired a new puppy. Yes I know, we already had 2 dogs and now we are getting another? Are we nuts? Quite possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my story. We bought this cute little mutt (lab mix) for $30 from the Walmart parking lot. They say mutts make the best dogs, and my gosh she was being sold to whoever had $30. I could not let this sweet little puppy go to just anyone. So, DQ was the proud owner of a yellow lab mix puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I forget to mention she's half Great Dane? How could I forget that little detail??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 10 months later we still have Callie the "puppy". We got her weighing in at a respectable 8 pounds. She was precious, tiny, cute, sweet, and sleepy. WAS being the key word. Now she's loud, huge, wild, and HUGE weighing in at a "respectable" 70 pounds! It's common knowledge that Callie and I have a love hate relationship. She loves me and I love to hate her! She's really not a bad dog, just huge and young and rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my mom and DQ took Callie for a walk at the local walking park. Of course I should have know better, but I felt Callie needed more exercise and DQ is her human after all. Callie took them for a walk. I should have know better, I do know better! So, in light of last night's events I have decided it's time to hunker down and get this "precious" dog, who is currently rolling around on my living room floor growling at her own feet, some leash training. I went to Pet Smart today and was told what is an appropriate restraint. Of course their first question is "what kind of dog is she?" After told "laberdane" next question.... "have you considered professional obedience classes?". Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come home armed with my new no pull harness and a sturdy 4foot leash. Trying to place this little contraption on sweet, precious Callie is yet another fun part of my day. She was so busy chewing and biting and playing that I had to sit on her and my mom had to hold her mouth closed. SIGH! Anyway, we got it on, walked around the living room and low and behold it sorta worked. In the mean time, I thing hubby might be getting a work out this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2578082498714983965?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2578082498714983965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2578082498714983965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2578082498714983965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2578082498714983965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/callie.html' title='Callie'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5854933312823314706</id><published>2010-09-13T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:31:13.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Say?</title><content type='html'>I realize I have seriously neglected my blog. I realize that anyone out there has given up on me. It's been a rough go, and I realize that as well.&lt;br /&gt;I have given my blog a minor face lift in honor of Georgia Football... GGGGGOOOOOO DDDDAAAWWWWGGGGSSSS! More changes are headed your way, please be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on? As you know my dad died in June after a short battle with cancer. I've posted about my anger and sadness. I have been so very angry. Not just at the fact that he died. Of course that makes me angry. I've been angry at the medical staff that was supposed to take care of him. I've been angry at the fact that he suffered needlessly and that he got blown off when he asked for help. What do I wish was different? I wish he was still here. I wish that I hadn't blown him off when he told me his shoulder hurt. I told him to exercise more. What a joke. I'm sorry dad. I have done a lot of healing over the summer though. I for the most part feel okay with life as it stands. There are days where it just hits me out of nowhere that he's gone. Those days I let myself cry and reminisce a little, then I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been one of self rebuilding. I spent a lot of time bargaining with God. God, if you'll just fix this little problem then I'll listen to you. God, if you'll just make my mom feel better then I'll do all I can to make sure she stays happy. God, if you'll just make sure hubby's job stays stable I'll give you complete control of my finances. God, it you'll just help me get through to DQ then I'll make sure she gets to church every Wednesday night instead of just on Sundays. Know what? It didn't work. God want's me just the way I am so He can change me, grow me, heal me. My mom is His to heal. My finances are His to budget. DQ is His to guide. All things work to the glory of God. So what can &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; do? I can pray for DQ. I can pray &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; DQ. I can pray for my mom. I can let God handle hubby's job. I can trust Him in the storm and learn from life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand why my dad died. I didn't tell him what I wanted to say. I had so much to say to him, but I let pride and fear keep me from saying it. Will I ever get the chance? I don't know. I honestly don't know where my dad is. Was he a Godly man? No. Did he believe? I'm not sure. I like the think somewhere, deep inside, under the anger and hurt that he did. I pray during those last few minutes he was here on this earth that Jesus reached out to him and whispered in his ear. "I am with you my child". I pray everyday that my dad is rejoicing in heaven, dancing in the streets of gold, praising the ONE TRUE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my current place. A little sad, a little angry, a little doubt. I have seen so much happen this summer that brings tears to my eyes, but we've also laughed a lot too. I'm learning to find joy in the little things and to be thankful for all the I have. My mom is starting to heal. My family is awesome. I am loved. Those things are worthy of a smile, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5854933312823314706?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5854933312823314706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5854933312823314706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5854933312823314706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5854933312823314706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-say.html' title='What to Say?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8280134839976465915</id><published>2010-07-07T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:34:35.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>I am seriously considering changing my name. I don't think Mom suits me anymore! It seems as though Moooom is out for the day, try Queen of the House, or Oh Gorgeous One, or Fabulous. Yes, or how about Perfect Person? I know, Your Highness! Yup, I like that one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Highness &lt;/em&gt;(Amy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8280134839976465915?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8280134839976465915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8280134839976465915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8280134839976465915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8280134839976465915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8035800491090487816</id><published>2010-06-30T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:03:26.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it Stands</title><content type='html'>Life. Well, let's just say we are living, and trying our very best to get through each day with at least a smile. Grandpa is missed. We are so very sad he is gone. I am definitely dealing with some anger issues at how things were handled while he was sick. &lt;br /&gt;I am a medical professional and I guess maybe that makes things harder. I have high standards and when they are not met I tend to get angry. Hubby kept telling me "Amy, you have to quit looking at this as a nurse, and look at it as a daughter instead". Well, that sounds great but when you see your dad suffering and you know what is wrong before the doctor's do, it gets a little frustrating. Now I know the outcome would not have changed. I know my dad was going to die. What upsets me though is that perhaps maybe he would have suffered a little less. I know, there is no point going through the what ifs, guess it's just human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is visiting for the week and I am so glad to have her here. When did I start worrying about her so? I do worry. I wish I could just make all her hurt go away. I am finding that I have to rely on the Lord to heal her heart. I just can't stand knowing she has to be sad right now. She has to be lonely right now. She has to be angry right now. I know that, but I don't have to like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news. I am done with the night shift. I get to go to bed every night!! I no longer have to spend my days off recovering from the overwhelming exhaustion of staying awake 3 nights in a row and only sleeping for a few broken hours during the day. I am so excited!! I am nervous though. The day shift has such a fast pace! They are so much busier, but a different kind of busy. It will be nice not to have worry about waking up doctor's in the middle of the night. It will be really nice to know that when I have an emergency I will have a doctor close by. I will miss my night crew girls though. We have a great time, and the team work is amazing. I am looking forward to the normalcy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is clicking along. I cannot believe DQ will be in middle school! Where does the time go??? Oh my heart hurts at the though of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8035800491090487816?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8035800491090487816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8035800491090487816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8035800491090487816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8035800491090487816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-as-it-stands.html' title='Life as it Stands'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1245859190196702579</id><published>2010-06-20T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:47:34.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>February 12,1945  - June 6,2010</title><content type='html'>Dad,&lt;br /&gt;While I believe in my heart you are with Jesus, healed and no longer hurting, I miss you and I am sad you are gone. I had so much I wanted to say to you and I never said it.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful you are not in pain anymore. I am thankful that you have been spared the pain of losing someone you love. I am thankful that Jesus is real and full of grace. &lt;br /&gt;I am angry that you left. I am angry that you got so sick so fast. I am angry at your doctors. I am angry that this hurts so much. I never thought it would hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, while we were so different, we are so alike. I find myself saying things you said all the time. I have your temper. I have your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you dad.&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1245859190196702579?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1245859190196702579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1245859190196702579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1245859190196702579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1245859190196702579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/february-121945-june-62010.html' title='February 12,1945  - June 6,2010'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5150308603388977610</id><published>2010-05-30T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:27:34.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>I don't know if this is a post I want to write. I am sad. I am angry. I am scared. I am frustrated. I don't know how to feel, what to think, what to do. CANCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has cancer. That sucks. I just don't know how else to say it. My dad has LOTS of cancer and that REALLY sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is suffering and that sucks. My mom is suffering and that sucks too. In fact, I can't think of anything about any of this that doesn't suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in hurry up and wait mode. We have so many questions, so many decisions to make, so many ideas. We are dealing with red tape, and doctors who don't care enough. We are in the south, and if you know anything about the south it's SSSSLLLLOOOOOWWWWWW. Nothing is getting done in a timely manner and that is so very frustrating! "Oh, well it's 3:00 on Friday, we can't do anything till next week!" WHAT????? "There is only one pain specialist in the area and he's out of town for a week." WHAT?????? "This isn't the Dakota's you know, if you want that then you should go there" WHAT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, fine then, we'll go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5150308603388977610?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5150308603388977610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5150308603388977610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5150308603388977610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5150308603388977610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2755545895189203200</id><published>2010-05-21T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:02:20.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>After some ahem... &lt;em&gt;gentle&lt;/em&gt; prodding from my mother I will blog today. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to blog, I just don't know how to put into words my world right now. Hworld is topsy turvy right now, so let me start. Warning, this blog will be a hodge podge of topics as my mind is reeling right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who out there has a dad? Most of you do I'm betting. Who out there has battled with cancer (either you or a loved one)? Again, most of you I'm betting. Cancer has always been a part of my life in one way another. Either I know someone who knows someone, or a distant relative, or a grandparent who died when I was much too young to know, I have experienced cancer. Well, my dad is now facing cancer. We don't have the "you have 6 months to live" quote yet, (nor will we be accepting that quote) but we have scans and more to come. We have pain medicine, and appointment after appointment. We have diet orders. We have insurance battles. And we've only just begun!! My dad is hurting, physically and emotionally. My dad is struggling spiritually. My dad needs Jesus and Jesus wants my dad. My knees are getting worn out, that's for sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am sitting in SC next to my "big" sister. She is on her computer, I am on mine, and my mom is on her's. What dorks are we??? What's even funnier is we were facebooking each other. Oh my what have we come to? It's amazing what &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; stress will do to you, and what little things can make you giggle. I think we needed the giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... Callie the puppy has once again fallen from grace. Hubby came home from work today to find the hallway sopping and the sound of running water. He had put her in the bathroom to give her some reprieve from her crate. Well apparently in her sniffing and exploring she managed to turn on the water in the sink (she's almost my height on her hind legs). Well needless to say when hubby opened the bathroom door she had climbed into the tub to try to escape the pooling water on the floor. NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be clipping along rather quickly. I can hardly believe that we are finishing up our last week ever at elementary school. I can't believe I have 2 middle schoolers now! It makes me so sad to see my babies growing up! BB is my height now and DQ is not far behind him. Oh and the attitude is catching up too!!!!! I think the girl 6th grader is going to be much harder to deal with than the boy 6th grader. BB is obnoxious, but the drama hasn't been too bad. Actually, BB is very open with us and it's been quite entertaining!! I pray DQ will be willing to open up to us like BB has. It makes me feel good to know that hubby and I have created a safe environment where they know they can tell us anything. They may not always get the response they wanted, and we may not always hear things we want to hear, but then I'd rather know than not know (I think)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is working away. Poor thing some days there just aren't enough hours in the day and other days he's worried there won't be enough work! Right now he's in work nonstop mode. I think he does a fabulous job of juggling, but sometimes I feel like he works way too much. For example, he got to come home and sleep for 1/2 hour last night, and he has to work all day Saturday. It can be so frustrating! However, we will continue to be thankful even for the hard times. He has a job. We will be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby factory is turning in full force. We deliver on average 1500 to 2000 babies a month. That is a lot of babies people!! I love my job and am learning so much!! I am also very thankful, but will be even more so once that coveted day shift happens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if your mind is spinning I'm sorry, but updated is what you got!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2755545895189203200?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2755545895189203200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2755545895189203200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2755545895189203200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2755545895189203200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4283060154419519273</id><published>2010-03-23T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:07:36.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time and other Stuff Too</title><content type='html'>As I'm sitting here looking out the window I still see brown grass and trees with no leaves. I still see cold wind and grey skies. That's the back yard. In the front yard I see a bit of sunshine. I see colorful flowers popping up in my neighbors flower bed. I see a bicycle lying in the front yard. Isn't it funny how one side of my house can look so dim and bleak and the other side so bright and full of promise?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that way too. One day I'm feeling refreshed and ready to face the world. Other days I'm just tired. Today I'm just tired. I feel bleak. I feel grey. Nothing major is going on in my life. Just all the little stuff adding up. Ever feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call from a lady I know today. I chose not to answer the phone. I know what she's calling about. I don't want to hear it. I know that isn't very fair of me. Maybe she just wanted to say hello, but to be honest I just don't want her oppression today. Is that wrong of me? Do you ever feel like you are being pulled down by the world around you? I certainly do.&lt;br /&gt;I know that as a child of God I am called to minister to the world around me. I am to be a light to a lost and dying world. Lord forgive me, but sometimes I just don't have the strength. I am human and very fallible. I am weak and selfish. I am discouraged at times and other times just angry. Today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are working very hard on making some changes in our life. We used to be poor. Not poverty stricken by most standards, but on more than one occasion we wondered where our next meal was coming from. We are not poor any longer. We make a decent living, have a nice house, drive nice cars, and manage to pay our bills with a bit left over. We don't have much, but it seems like so much compared to what we used to have. We used to say to each other.. "if God ever chooses to bless us with a home of our own, and the ability to pay our own bills, we will glorify Him". Well we haven't and I am ashamed of that. We have chosen to buy a very nice car when a lesser one would have done just fine. We have chosen to get DQ a puppy when we knew darn well that puppy would cost a lot of money to maintain. We have chosen to get satellite tv when playing outside and reading a book would have entertained us. I could go on and on but you get the picture. Because of our choices I am sad. Not because we are broke, we are not. Do we struggle? Sure. Do we have to struggle? No. Did we make all bad choices? Of course not. What we didn't do however was consult with God first. We have made our choices on our own, and now I'm tired. I look around my home and have so many ideas to make it beautiful. I look in my closet and wish I had better clothes. I look at my bank account and wish it had bigger numbers. Do I look at my walk with God and long for a closer relationship with Him?&lt;br /&gt;I called hubby today so frustrated because I was trying to get a nap and the phone kept ringing. I was frustrated because I am tired and I want a nap, but the world wants to bombard me with it's problems. I have my own problems and didn't want to deal with anyone else's. How would that reaction hurt me if someone felt that way towards me? It would hurt me. I really truly am so very tired. I really truly am going through struggles of my very own. But God promises He will not give us a burden too great to bear. The thing is though we cannot bear any burdens on our own no matter how light or heavy they may be. God gave us other people to lean on. He gave us His word to stand firm on. Now just to take that step.... wow I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4283060154419519273?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4283060154419519273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4283060154419519273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4283060154419519273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4283060154419519273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-time-and-other-stuff-too.html' title='Spring time and other Stuff Too'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7965821005716635699</id><published>2010-03-15T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:43:08.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a really long time since I've done a Not Me Monday. I have a lot to share but honestly can't remember ANYTHING at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;I am a labor and delivery nurse in the busiest birth care center in the country, but I am not sitting here watching Birth Day on tv. I'm also not yelling at the tv because they are saying stupid stuff that isn't right! It doesn't really annoy me when patients watch this show religiously, then bring their "knowledge" with them and question everything we do and say!&lt;br /&gt;I did not blow dry my son's hair this morning and notice that he is now only about an inch shorter than me. I absolutely had no problem seeing right over the top of his head! I'm also not secretly hoping he's not going to decide to take advantage of that little situation!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of growing children, I did not get excited when BB grew out of his tennis shoes before he wore them out. They won't fit me, and they are not in my closet right now!&lt;br /&gt;I did not get this nasty stomach flu at work, and I did not have to let a doctor go off the phone so I could go vomit. Nope, not me! I also didn't take a placenta bucket home with me in case of emergency on my 45 minute drive home from work!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of grand theft from work. I also didn't take a measured pee bucket from work to measure Callie the puppy's pee. She has been having some UTI's, but I would never take a pee bucket from work!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK, I've shamed myself enough for one day. I shall return with more humiliating stories another day!!&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7965821005716635699?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7965821005716635699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7965821005716635699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7965821005716635699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7965821005716635699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6627971725212531952</id><published>2010-03-03T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:39:08.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BB and DQ funnies</title><content type='html'>BB: "I'd tell you my favortie color but it's classified in 7 states"&lt;br /&gt;    "Mom, if you get me the new palm phone you can use it whenever you want!"&lt;br /&gt;    "My teachers just don't know what it's like to be a kid!"&lt;br /&gt;    "Maybe you could just take out a loan so you can give me some money to go eat with my friends!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DQ: "I can't eat steak, it will break off my brackets; can I have an apple please?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Just write a check mom, you have tons of those!"&lt;br /&gt;    "Can't I just stay up all night and wake you up in the morning when I'm ready   for breakfast??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love those kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6627971725212531952?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6627971725212531952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6627971725212531952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6627971725212531952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6627971725212531952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/bb-and-dq-funnies.html' title='BB and DQ funnies'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7360972506139367537</id><published>2010-02-25T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:57:45.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces.. They are NOT for Sissy's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/S4aBQsyh86I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Aj6IyB215Nw/s1600-h/100_3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/S4aBQsyh86I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Aj6IyB215Nw/s200/100_3149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442179323624813474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh braces. I never had the pleasure of enduring that particular torture as a youngster( well, a younger youngster ). My teeth are fairly straight with only a few minor imperfections that are not so obvious. Due to my good fortune I was given the choice between a show horse or braces; hmmm tough choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with all that being said, my precious DQ did not fall under that lucky star. She was blessed with a teenie, tiny mouth that doesn't have enough room for her teeth. Her mouth is so small in fact that the sides tear when the dentist works on her mouth! Needless to say we are staring down the orthodontist tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;She has been undergoing expanding and now braces for about a year now. She really has been a good sport about it all, but we are seeing a different DQ this week. She has an appointment today and she saw that fact on the calendar a couple of days ago. She came home from school yesterday acting pitiful and weepy. She curled up under a blanket and cried. She went in my room and went to sleep. She shunned her dog. She fake coughed. She assumed the fetal position and held her tummy. Then supper time rolled around and she saw the menu and instantly felt better! However, as she was getting ready for school today all of a sudden all those terrible sicky symptoms returned. She can't possibly go today, nope not today she says! Sadly DQ must face the chair this afternoon. Hubby and I are dreading it almost as much as she is! At her last appointment I don't know who cried more: me and her brother, or her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7360972506139367537?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7360972506139367537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7360972506139367537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7360972506139367537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7360972506139367537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/braces-they-are-not-for-sissys.html' title='Braces.. They are NOT for Sissy&apos;s!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/S4aBQsyh86I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Aj6IyB215Nw/s72-c/100_3149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-486701793113914222</id><published>2010-02-17T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:57:43.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie the puppy</title><content type='html'>Dear Callie,&lt;br /&gt;You and I are not friends. I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-486701793113914222?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/486701793113914222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=486701793113914222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/486701793113914222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/486701793113914222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/callie-puppy.html' title='Callie the puppy'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7744161590005692401</id><published>2010-01-29T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:23:44.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Afar</title><content type='html'>I am blogging from afar. Some great friends of ours have recently moved home from New Orleans and so here I sit taking advantage of their computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life in Hworld is crazy as usual. I'm working my nights away at the "baby factory". Needless to say the job has been quite stressful lately. I don't know what is going on, but everyone has been so very sick. Sorry to say I've been a little gun shy about going to work lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB is doing well in middle school; finally starting to adjust. His teachers are starting to figure him out and how to work him. He was moved to a different class with students who are on his level of thinking. I think this has helped him because he feels stimulated and more motivated. Hubby and I are very thankful that for the most part BB has been blessed with excellent teachers who are willing to step up and challenge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DQ is as dramatic as ever! She is blossoming into a young lady. It breaks my heart to listen to her stories now because her interests have changed so much. She is getting into music and books. She's still a crazy little lady, but man do I adore her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are praying about a few things, some changes taking place. Of course that seems to be the theme this year! I am finding that the more these changes take place the more I am adjusting. I'm getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully our electronic world will be up and working soon and I can post some updated pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way... we have yet another new addition to the family. Let's all welcome Callie the psycho puppy to the family. She's crazy as her mama (DQ)... she'll fit right in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7744161590005692401?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7744161590005692401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7744161590005692401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7744161590005692401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7744161590005692401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-afar.html' title='From Afar'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8500530809882205793</id><published>2010-01-11T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:52:44.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Right?</title><content type='html'>A little lingo I picked up from my son. It has been quite some time since I've posted and for that I apologize. We have had some technical difficutlies, wait, we STILL have some technical difficutlites. I assure you we are working on the problem, until then you get nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Annoying huh? I know right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8500530809882205793?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8500530809882205793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8500530809882205793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8500530809882205793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8500530809882205793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-right.html' title='I Know Right?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6203691140863820643</id><published>2009-11-23T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:19:31.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opinion</title><content type='html'>Since it's my blog my opinion is the only one that matters here... just so you know! So I've been thinking. Since this is my blog, technically it's "my" world here and I have something I would like to say. Now don't get me wrong, you are entitled to your opinion, but just know that right here and right now mine is the only one going to be heard (unless you choose to comment which nobody ever does, even though I know you are reading this).&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here goes. First of all, I think that I should be independently wealthy. Not like rolling in money, traveling the world kind of wealthy, but just the kind where life is comfy, bills are paid, and we can take an occasional vacation. I don't want to work unless I feel like it, and even then the hours of my choosing. Yup, that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I think that children should always be happy and entertained. They should never get bored to the point where they are running around the house screaming and throwing tin foil balls at each other. They should never be so enticed to pound each other and hurl themselves at the other. Yup, definitely a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, plane tickets should be cheaper. It should not cost me in excess of $2000 to go visit my family in SD. Nope, it should be much less and it should also be a fast, easy, and inclement weather free trip. &lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I think dogs should only bark when they truly need to, for example a tall, hulking bad guy at my door. They should never bark at invisible men, other dogs, and the imaginary sounds outside. They should always stay in the yard and not torment the neighbor kids. They will always pee and poop in their designated spot within our yard and they clean it up when they are finished. That is a grand idea.&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, since I do have to work, and the not the hours of my choosing, deliveries should always be a pleasant experience. There should not be such a thing as decels and meconium. There should not be cranky doctors and midwives with holier than now attitudes. Patients should always be of normal and sane mind, and their mothers should be at home sleeping or in the waiting room until they are called. They should not have mothers who think they know how to read a strip, and think that it's ok to turn up the pitocin to help things along. They should also learn where the kitchen it to get ice for their daughters since they insist on being in the room for the whole entire labor experience.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, again since I am not independently wealthy, and cannot choose my hours, I thinks husbands should never have to work late. They should be home around 4:00 every day and never be too tired to help out. They should not have to work night and day and then be so exhausted they cannot even function let alone be any fun to be around!!&lt;br /&gt;As stated before these are merely my opinions, but it's my blog, therefore my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6203691140863820643?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6203691140863820643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6203691140863820643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6203691140863820643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6203691140863820643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-opinion.html' title='My Opinion'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2816584478769525607</id><published>2009-11-07T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:34:12.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know...</title><content type='html'>I know it's not even Thanksgiving yet but hear me out. I know Christmas is still forever away, but I figure why unpack everyday stuff when I just have to turn around and pack it all back up so I can put Christmas out? This way I can just unpack Christmas and then I can enjoy my mint truffle Hershey kisses now instead of waiting till the end of November!! I know you understand my logic.... right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2816584478769525607?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2816584478769525607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2816584478769525607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2816584478769525607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2816584478769525607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know.html' title='I Know...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6827684262280516216</id><published>2009-11-05T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:39:43.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse My French</title><content type='html'>Middle school SUCKS!! I feel like my poor son is so swamped in homework that he is forgetting how to be a kid! Does that make sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 6th grade I remember having time to come home and watch a few cartoons, have a snack, take a bike ride, eat supper with my family, and even talk on the phone to my friends. I remember doing homework for about 30 mins daily, sometimes up to an hour. I stress the word sometimes. I remember having slumber parties, having my first "boyfriend", having friends over for the weekend. I remember I played Y-ball every Saturday. I remember getting my first bra (however unnecessary it was). I remember the musical I did in chorus at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what BB is gonna remember? HOMEWORK. Never ending, tear streaking, head aching, fist pounding hours of homework. I'm so frustrated with all of this. He has gotten caught up but has so much work to do EVERY single day that it's almost impossible to stay caught up. We have yet to take our bike ride together around our new neighborhood. He hasn't watched cartoons in days. He sits at the table hour after hour pouring over homework only to go to school the next day to get more. I just don't know what to do!!! I'm watching my little boy have to be a grown up. It makes me angry that the school is stealing his childhood from him. They are stealing his joy. Do you know he hasn't even had time to go to church on Wed night? OUT OF CONTROL. I'm seriously comtemplating private school next year just to give the poor kid a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6827684262280516216?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6827684262280516216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6827684262280516216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6827684262280516216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6827684262280516216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/excuse-my-french.html' title='Excuse My French'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-659263003952709933</id><published>2009-11-02T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:49:13.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>This morning was a great morning. We woke up in our new home, which we are still not used to! The kids went back to school after a whole week off for fall break. I am making progress on putting the house together. Cable gets installed today. I have the whole day to myself in my new house. Good day right? Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Walmart this morning after taking DQ to school to go grocery shopping. I came in under budget which is ALWAYS a good thing. So I'm slowly backing out, thinking what a great morning I was having, carefully looking because there was a van blocking my view. All of a sudden I hear a guy yelling. I stop and look to see him coming up behind me, from behind the van, with a little boy in his cart cussing and screaming at me. He then proceeded to kick my car then began to come up to my window all the while screaming and cussing and hands flying. I was so stunned and scared all I could think to do was lay on my horn in hopes that someone would come to my rescue. He was out of control! Needless to say he headed off into the store yelling a cussing the whole way in. I sat there and cried and shook and called hubby. Hubby wanted me to call the police but that poor little boy was so cute and would you want your child watching you get arrested for assault? Trust me, had he been alone the police would have been called quick, fast, and in a hurry! I was so incredibly freaked out. What in the world was WRONG with him????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of my day has been just dandy thank you very much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-659263003952709933?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/659263003952709933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=659263003952709933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/659263003952709933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/659263003952709933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7409890914571075482</id><published>2009-10-28T10:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:50:59.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/MckMiracleButtoncopy-2.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I've posted before about little Stellan (just click the button above to visit his page).&lt;br /&gt;He has been doing wonderful with his SVT until last night. Sadly precious Stellan is having his worst bout yet. Please pray for him and his family right now. Drop what you are doing and PRAY! If you would like to follow the updates you can follow their twitter acount. You don't have to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MckMama"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, I don't, but she updates a lot on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7409890914571075482?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7409890914571075482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7409890914571075482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7409890914571075482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7409890914571075482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/urgent.html' title='Urgent'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6829505452174538314</id><published>2009-10-27T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:46:50.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>Well, we are moved in to our new home. I love my house, I love it, love it, love it.&lt;br /&gt;This being said it's pathetic that I'm down. I love change so very much as you all know! I'm down because life feels different. Not different in a bad way, just different; and different doesn't go over well with me. Pathetic I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what else is pathetic? How dependent I am upon cable tv. Not just me, my whole family. We are having cable issues and we are suffering greatly I must say. To our credit, BB is sick and it's pouring down rain, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, which limits us greatly as to possible alternative activities. BB actually took a nap today. The last time that happened he wasn't even potty trained yet! He's so miserable! We are so miserable! Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was laying on our new reclining sofa watching the 5oth movie of the day and fell asleep about 9:00. I woke up sometime around 2 am and headed to my bed. Around 3 BB came stumbling in burning up with fever and babbling about algebraic equations. I panicked, woke hubby up, and then fell asleep next to BB in our great big new garden tub. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as fall breaks go this one will go down as bitter sweet. No traveling to some exotic destinations. No day after day of fun. However, we are in our brand new house, making it our home, and loving it. We are bored and cranky and irritable. We are frustrated and tired and have cabin fever (and regular fever too). BB has said on more than one occasion that he has no life (guess being sick and getting bad grades does that to ya!). DQ has a play date Thursday.  We are getting lots of rest. We are getting very organized. We are cooking lots of food. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this summer we will travel to some place fun and exciting! Maybe??? PLEASE???? Pathetic I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6829505452174538314?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6829505452174538314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6829505452174538314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6829505452174538314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6829505452174538314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1340345234977421082</id><published>2009-10-21T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:00:02.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Our son BB has always been an overachiever of sorts. He has always been the one we knew we didn't have to worry about. He usually does what he's told, he's pretty responsible, and he's very reliable. BB has been a straight A student since he started school. He loves to read and draw. He has the funniest personality of any kid I've ever met. He's always been solid as a rock. Lately our little guy has started to stumble HARD. He is not doing his school work, he's talking and being disruptive in class, he's been caught in several lies, and I even caught him reading a book he know's he's not allowed to read.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I realize he's just a kid. I know he's human and he's gonna make mistakes. I know he cannot be perfect all the time. What I'm struggling with is that it's becoming an everyday occurrence. I don't trust him at all right now. I'm so angry at him, and so hurt by him. I have gotten emails from two of his teachers and it's only the beginning of the 2nd quarter. I have NEVER gotten a negative email about him. I am just at a loss of what to do. He is not turning in assignments, he's "losing" things, and he is just plain all out lying about his school work. &lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible about being so angry at him, but I am so hurt by this. I just don't understand what is going on! As I type this he is sitting at the counter at 9:00 doing work that was due last week. He has been working on make up work all week and still doesn't seem to understand the gravity of his situation. We have taken away all of his privileges. He sat down on the couch to read a book tonight and I had to make him put it down to do more homework. This is breaking my heart. I just don't understand and I just don't know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying so hard not to constantly ride him about it. I have tried to be encouraging and patient. I have tried to keep in mind that middle school can be a big adjustment. Tonight though I finally lost my patience. I got an email from his science teacher asking if he could start staying after school to catch up because she is concerned he won't be able to if he falls any further behind. It would be one thing if the work was too hard, that I could understand. He's just being lazy. He even said as much to me. Bless his heart, he has admitted to all of his wrong doings when asked, but he has been very sneaky until he got caught. I'm just at a loss. I am just sad and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1340345234977421082?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1340345234977421082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1340345234977421082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1340345234977421082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1340345234977421082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-560512013231309063</id><published>2009-10-08T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:39:27.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Better</title><content type='html'>No worries, we are no longer contagious so it's safe to come back! DQ is all healed up and back to her usual spunky self!! Really this swine/H1N1 flu was no big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if you remember a few posts back where I was whining about being put in my place at work. A couple of fellow coworkers took it upon themselves to inform a manager of my fears (just so you know they were never fears just strong dislike) of a specific aspect of my job. Anyhooo.... I am pleased to announce that what went around came around last night. I know I know, get over it Amy. Grow up Amy. Move on Amy. Well, guess what? I am imperfect and decided to wallow in self pity and anger for a few days, so sue me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I was doing my little undesired job aspect and one of the said nurses was bringing me a patient. Apparently the doctor was not impressed with the work of this said nurse and the nurse was asked to repeat a procedure. I have to admit I giggled A LOT, only in my head though, NEVER out loud! Needless to say, it was not her night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I snickered all the way home about her night, God kicked me in the head and said "Amy, shame on you!" I am reminded of this verse: Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay," says the Lord. Romans 12:19. Now while I did not actually take revenge, I took great pleasure in watching her struggle, and that makes me guilty for not leaving room for God to handle things. What I should have done is offered to give her a hand instead of simply watching her. I could have asked her earlier if there was anything I could do to help her get the patient ready. Instead I let her squirm. I let my anger and selfishness get in the way of my spirit. I am not a mean person. I have a gift for compassion and mercy, yet I stuffed that gift God has given me in a box and put a lid on it. Who am I to give God a gift back? Who am I to decide she needs to be punished. Honestly she did me a favor. She taught me through her ugliness that beauty can abound in me. Instead of letting that beauty abound I repayed her with ugliness. All I can do now is not let it happen again and seek forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you dear bloggy friends to forgive my attitude. I have asked the Lord to forgive me, and I will ask her as well. I am to be a light and I will try my hardest not to fail. I know I will fail, but I will try not to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-560512013231309063?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/560512013231309063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=560512013231309063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/560512013231309063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/560512013231309063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-better.html' title='All Better'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-788832323178408891</id><published>2009-10-05T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:57:28.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky Sicky</title><content type='html'>In nursing school one of my instructors who actually had her PhD used to say " I don't like all that sicky sicky stuff". Of course we were all thinking HELLOOOOOO? You are a nurse and you don't like "sicky sicky stuff"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know what she meant. I still do dream of being an ICU nurse, but I am currently a labor and delivery nurse and I HATE it when I get a sick patient. Not high blood pressure, renal failure kind of sick, but snotty, fever, diarrhea kind of sick. EWWWWW! I know, makes no sense to you either huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point to all this is that I am tired of sicky sicky here at Hworld. DQ is feeling better, or so I thought, then she woke up this morning hacking up a lung and feverish again. BB woke up this morning in tears because his throat is hurting him so bad. Ugh, sicky sicky!!!!! One of these days I need to go back to work and take care of nice, healthy, laboring women!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-788832323178408891?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/788832323178408891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=788832323178408891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/788832323178408891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/788832323178408891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/sicky-sicky.html' title='Sicky Sicky'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7478528900674697834</id><published>2009-10-03T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:14:51.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I knew it was coming, the swine, or more recent H1N1, flu has graced our family with it's lovely charms. Poor DQ has it. I'll admit though it was good timing. We are in the process of getting ready to move so we don't have much in the way of big plans over the next couple of weeks so we were able to work it so that I can stay home and take care of her. BB is off at a friends house, hubby is at the UGA game, and DQ and I are on the couch eating junk food and watching movies. We are enjoying it too!! While DQ isn't as miserable as she was yesterday she is pale, and tired, and still running a low grade fever. Kids are so resilient! She just bounced right back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I am enjoying sitting here at home relaxing with her on the couch. I'm sorry she had to get so sick, but there is nothing like spending the day at home with your precious baby! I love being home with her! She's just such a sweet little girl and one of my most favorite people in the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we shall sleep in and if she's feeling up to it we will run to Snellville and purchase our new refrigerator for the house. This weekend is tax free on energy efficient appliances so it's a great weekend to get it! I just can't believe how quickly this is all happening!!! We had the home inspection yesterday and other than a few minor cosmetic issues the house is in great shape and ready for us to move in. We are closing on October 16. Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping all are well at your home! Don't forget to wash your hands and cough into your arm, not your hands!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7478528900674697834?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7478528900674697834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7478528900674697834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7478528900674697834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7478528900674697834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu.html' title='Flu!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4101651027289353826</id><published>2009-09-29T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:53:20.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger</title><content type='html'>Today I am angry. Today I am hurt. Today God is showing me how to be a bigger person than I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very hard job. Being a nurse is a very hard job. Being a nurse where I am a nurse is a very hard job. I work in a huge hospital, with one of the largest birthing centers in the country. It takes team work to get the job done. It does not take division. Last night I was faced with division and it made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a labor and delivery nurse, but there are several aspects to my job. One aspect in particular is not my favorite and it is known around the unit that I do not care for it. I have found support and encouragement as my reasons why are valid and reasonable. However, 2 ladies took it upon themselves to create a problem. They apparently decided to report this dislike of mine as an intense fear to a manager that has met me one time. In order to get me over my fear I will be placed on this particular assignment for 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ladies, I would like to thank you. How sweet of you to help me overcome my "fear". I just don't know what I would do without your support and encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to return the favor. However, while thinking up my sweet return God reminded me that I am to turn the other cheek. I am to heap abundant love and kindness on to the heads of these two women. As hard as that was last night, I was a sweet coworker. I helped where help wasn't needed, I took advice when advice wasn't needed, I said good night and good morning. I socialized nicely, I stocked and charted, I rolled patients and cleaned patients even when it wasn't my patient to roll and clean. I will continue to heap coals of kindness over their sweet little heads! Now, I fully expect God to work on my sweet little attitude........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4101651027289353826?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4101651027289353826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4101651027289353826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4101651027289353826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4101651027289353826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/bigger.html' title='Bigger'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5669575388204784744</id><published>2009-09-28T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:42:47.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for Not Me Monday and I have NO confessions to make. Nope, not a one. I would never pile all my clean laundry on the love seat instead of folding it. In fact I would never let it get to the point that it is creeping across the living room floor. I would never drop my fork on the ground at a tailgating party only to pick it back up and use it because I didn't want to get out of my chair for a new one! I would never get involved in my neighbor's teenager's drama and offer to charge her for hubby to fix the hole she put in her wall. I'm always sweet to all teenagers whether they deserve it or not!! I don't love Fab the Mayor at all, she's not totally the best neighbor ever and I won't miss her a bit when we move. I also didn't tell my current landlord that when we move he needs to require the next tenants to host the 4th of July party next year. It's not my house and I would never be so bold to tell my landlord anything he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;do! My children change their underwear and brush their teeth EVERY single day! I am not always lecturing DQ to change her underwear! She is a very responsible, no drama whatsoever, 10 yr old who has hygiene first on her list!!!!! Finally, it's not 1:30 and I'm not still in my pj's. I hopped right out of bed and jumped in the shower and got dressed for the day at 6:00 am to drive the kids to school. I would never be so bold as to drive them in my pj's and no bra!!!!! Nope, not me. Not ever! Now, please go over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2009/09/not-me-monday_28.html"&gt;Mckmama's&lt;/a&gt; house for more funny Not Me Mondays!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5669575388204784744?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5669575388204784744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5669575388204784744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5669575388204784744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5669575388204784744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-me-monday_28.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5022889831206482267</id><published>2009-09-19T12:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:59:48.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Villages and Reminders</title><content type='html'>While things are going well here at Hworld, God has been swift in reminding me that Satan is alive and well. I was shocked into reality several times this week. I have several friends that are really under attack right now and I covet your prayers for them. While I won't be going into detail, I will give you some direction for your prayer. Marriages are struggling, couples are hurting, children are wanted, people are depressed and sick, and children are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know these things are going on everywhere, and some of these things are very expected, sometimes these things will rock you to your core. I have been rocked to my core this morning. A dear friend of mine reminded me this morning that affairs can happen to anyone. Heartbreak can occur at anytime and in anyplace, the unexpected should be expected and we should be prepared. Ladies, please beg for the Lord to guard your marriage. Pray for your husbands: they need it. Men, pray for your wives: they need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising children takes a village and never expect anything less. While disciplining our children may actually hurt us more than them, they do not see it that way. The children feel as though they are being wronged. They are not. God tells us that if we spare the rod, we spoil the child. In my limited experience at raising children I have found that this so very true. There are so many times when it is just easier to overlook bad behavior than to do anything about it. This morning I was reminded that sometimes we need a hand with our children. I am so thankful for good friends that have reminded me of that at times. I need help and so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded this morning that when we as parents are hurting it also hurts our children. BB reminded me of that. He said "Momma, he knows his mom is hurting, but it's not his fault". That broke my heart. She's hurting which hurts her baby. Parent's, it's okay to hurt, but we also have to heal. It takes a village to heal. It takes prayer, it takes other believers, it takes Jesus. God is faithful to provide us our needs, but are we faithful to take what He provides, or are we too stuck in our flesh to see what a gift He has given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminders are a gift. Sometimes they are shocking, sometimes they are unwanted, sometimes they are helpful. Be thankful for what you are given, and be willing to help another who needs a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5022889831206482267?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5022889831206482267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5022889831206482267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5022889831206482267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5022889831206482267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/villages-and-reminders.html' title='Villages and Reminders'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2534838583754017487</id><published>2009-09-17T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:05:49.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Despite the day #3 of constant downpours I am seeing nothing but sunshine! Guess what? I am no longer a house stalker, I am a house OWNER! I know!!!! I own a house! So here are a few pics..... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkabePRhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Tu7KE0niyrk/s1600-h/100_3137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkabePRhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Tu7KE0niyrk/s200/100_3137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545278619305490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkZ3fwsdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/occFvE40Gds/s1600-h/100_3135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkZ3fwsdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/occFvE40Gds/s200/100_3135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545268962013650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkZrlOobI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UCe06Ql1yfI/s1600-h/100_3131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkZrlOobI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UCe06Ql1yfI/s200/100_3131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545265763721650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkZPwMg4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9mzfynw0C6g/s1600-h/100_3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkZPwMg4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9mzfynw0C6g/s200/100_3130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545258293527426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkYuknmII/AAAAAAAAAP8/L-ccXthh8bo/s1600-h/100_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkYuknmII/AAAAAAAAAP8/L-ccXthh8bo/s200/100_3121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545249386600578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2534838583754017487?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2534838583754017487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2534838583754017487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2534838583754017487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2534838583754017487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SrKkabePRhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Tu7KE0niyrk/s72-c/100_3137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6188663376288575235</id><published>2009-09-14T11:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:18:16.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Me Monday time again! I've actually missed venting my shame for all to read! Be sure to go to &lt;a href="www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;Mckmama's&lt;/a&gt; for more Not Me Monday fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see.... I certainly am not a psycho house stalker who drives past my hopefully future house daily, peaking in the windows, dreaming and imagining. I also have not already started thinking about fabric for windows I don't yet own. Hubby and I did not convince the realtor to let us in one more time so we could measure for a fridge to go in a house we don't yet own. We are not at all hopeful and excited!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sq5ro4cCP9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kw4av2sdAo8/s1600-h/100_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sq5ro4cCP9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kw4av2sdAo8/s200/100_3121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381356954843234258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on the way home from work I did not pull over three times to be ill. I also didn't steal the empty sanitary napkin bag from the bathroom in case I needed to be sick before I could pull over. I also didn't snag an empty shopping back as well in case it happened twice! I don't take my work to heart at all, and I didn't get food poisoning from the Kroger chicken salad I had for dinner the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't secretly excited for DQ to get her braces on today. Don't ask me why, but she's just is bound to look adorable in them.... or not. I'm also not at all excited for her to have gorgeous teeth once all this dental torture is over.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sq5sGV-JSLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AEGdkMn-gj8/s1600-h/100_3150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sq5sGV-JSLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AEGdkMn-gj8/s200/100_3150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381357460987136178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ponder sneaking over to my neighbor's house last night to see if she had any left over ice cream from her daughter's ice cream party. I would never be so rude and greedy. Ice cream is yucky and I hate the stuff!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I didn't go to the UGA game this Saturday and silently wish the SC Gamecock fans behind us would just go home because they were not annoying me! I'm a really good sport and always gracious to the other team! Yup that's me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6188663376288575235?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6188663376288575235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6188663376288575235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6188663376288575235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6188663376288575235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6810143421063053595</id><published>2009-09-11T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:21:22.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SqpOwJyixhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Jhquw-uUGqU/s1600-h/9-11-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SqpOwJyixhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Jhquw-uUGqU/s200/9-11-1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380199294016079378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timeline &amp; Images on the Morning of September 11, 2001. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card Tells Bush&lt;br /&gt;in Florida School &lt;br /&gt;7:58 a.m. - United Airlines Flight 175 departs Boston for Los Angeles,&lt;br /&gt;carrying 56 passengers, two pilots, and seven flight attendants. The&lt;br /&gt;Boeing 767 is hijacked after takeoff and diverted to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:59 a.m. - American Airlines Flight 11 departs Boston for Los&lt;br /&gt;Angeles, carrying 81 passengers, two pilots, and nine flight&lt;br /&gt;attendants. This Boeing 767 is also hijacked and diverted to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:01 a.m. - United Airlines Flight 93, a Boeing 757 carrying 38&lt;br /&gt;passengers, two pilots, and five flight attendants, leaves Newark, N.J.,&lt;br /&gt;for San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:10 a.m. - American Airlines Flight 77 departs Washington's&lt;br /&gt;Dulles International Airport for Los Angeles, carrying 58 passengers,&lt;br /&gt;two pilots, and four flight attendants. The Boeing 757 is hijacked&lt;br /&gt;after takeoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:46 a.m. - American Flight 11 from Boston crashes into the North&lt;br /&gt;Tower at the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03 a.m. - United Flight 175 from Boston crashes into the South&lt;br /&gt;Tower at the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- U.S. Federal Aviation Administration shuts down all New&lt;br /&gt;York area airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:21 a.m. - Bridges and tunnels leading into New York City&lt;br /&gt;are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:25 a.m. - All domestic flights are grounded by U.S. Federal&lt;br /&gt;Aviation Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 a.m. - American Flight 77 crashes into The Pentagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:05 a.m. - The South Tower at the World Trade Center collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:05 a.m. - The White House is evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10 a.m. - A large section of one side of The Pentagon collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10 a.m. - United Flight 93 crashes in a wooded area in&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania, after passengers confront hijackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:28 a.m. - The North Tower at the World Trade Center collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WTC Attacked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentagon Attacked  &lt;br /&gt;Fireman WTC Stairs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing Manhattan  &lt;br /&gt;Stairwell Escape &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White House Sealed &lt;br /&gt;Manhattan Darkness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington Gridlock &lt;br /&gt;Flight 93 Crashes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember? "Let's Roll"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6810143421063053595?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6810143421063053595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6810143421063053595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6810143421063053595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6810143421063053595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SqpOwJyixhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Jhquw-uUGqU/s72-c/9-11-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6883690130032073678</id><published>2009-09-02T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:54:28.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear 5th and 6th grade teachers,&lt;br /&gt;My children have gone insane. You are giving them too much homework. They have no time to play, they have no time for chores, and they are just mean and cranky. So I have a request..... please stop giving them so much homework. I'm tired, hubby is tired, and they are tired. Oh, and if I can't do the work, and hubby can't do the work, and they can't do the work, is it possible the work may be a little too much? Thanks so much for your time and all that you do. We really do appreciate you, just ease up will ya??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6883690130032073678?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6883690130032073678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6883690130032073678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6883690130032073678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6883690130032073678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1920979112781701542</id><published>2009-08-26T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:57:10.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Really Does Hurt Me More</title><content type='html'>I have been on a cleaning and organizing rampage the last few weeks. I decided to attack BB and DQ's rooms with a vengeance. I regretted it later for various reasons, but the main one is it wound up hurting me way more than it hurt them. How is that you ask? Well, on top of the room cleaning, I have decided to really clamp down on how they take care of the said rooms. I am sick and tired of buying clothes to replace missing ones when all along the missing clothes were stuffed under a bed or in the back of a closet. I am sick of finding wet towels on the floor. I am tired of stuffed animal guts everywhere because Bear the puppy got to it because it wasn't put away.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my original reason for this long, drawn out post. Last week DQ was given several chances to clean her room. I repeatedly threatened her, fussed at her, hinted at her, attempted to bribe her, etc. Why go to all this trouble you ask? Because her punishment definitely hurt me more than it hurt her. DQ lost her riding lessons this week because she refused to clean her room. It broke my heart! I have always wanted to teach her how to ride. I have always wanted to take her to horse shows and give her a taste of my childhood. Not to mention,she's a pretty darned good little rider!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I could no longer justify letting her get away with not cleaning her room. When hubby and I agreed the time to dole out punishment arrived, I tearfully informed DQ of her loss. I cried secretly all afternoon as this is killing me! My one hope is that hubby and I have always given our children the opportunity to earn back a lost item/privilege. I sure hope she cleans her room this week cause I really want to watch my daughter take her first victory lap around the ring with everyone watching and clapping at her brilliance!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1920979112781701542?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1920979112781701542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1920979112781701542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1920979112781701542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1920979112781701542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-really-does-hurt-me-more.html' title='It Really Does Hurt Me More'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-164862604192688088</id><published>2009-08-25T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:02:10.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY5aeCvTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/F8mEzLbNwYY/s1600-h/100_2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY5aeCvTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/F8mEzLbNwYY/s200/100_2884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947629996784946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY46BBNZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dCXcHxfRzRM/s1600-h/100_2882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY46BBNZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dCXcHxfRzRM/s200/100_2882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947621285115282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY4SI33cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/msShCQE8A_E/s1600-h/100_2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY4SI33cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/msShCQE8A_E/s200/100_2820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947610580639170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY36W661I/AAAAAAAAAPE/CjFW0IoZ1Jg/s1600-h/100_2796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY36W661I/AAAAAAAAAPE/CjFW0IoZ1Jg/s200/100_2796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947604197108562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY3BL9RVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yOqEu-Ly0GU/s1600-h/100_2755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY3BL9RVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yOqEu-Ly0GU/s200/100_2755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947588850304338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQW7ztzGLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TgrNmkban_Y/s1600-h/100_2788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQW7ztzGLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TgrNmkban_Y/s200/100_2788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373945472110237874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-164862604192688088?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/164862604192688088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=164862604192688088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/164862604192688088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/164862604192688088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-recap.html' title='Summer recap'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpQY5aeCvTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/F8mEzLbNwYY/s72-c/100_2884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1367049819848799278</id><published>2009-08-24T10:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:49:47.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Child Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMyChildMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've never done a Not My Child Monday, but currently at the moment they are giving me fits. What a better way to vent? To read more hilarious stories head over to &lt;a href="www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;Mckmama's &lt;/a&gt; "house" and grab a cup of coffee and enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BB has been testing the waters lately. As our reasonable and level headed child he would never just decide he didn't want to ride the bus anymore and just miss it on purpose. He would especially not do that knowing how difficult it would be for me to go get him. He also wouldn't decide to play hookie from worship service at church and pick a fight with another boy. He is a holy and righteous child who ALWAYS does what he is told!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpKlTJ59RHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TBhrv0gRcp8/s1600-h/100_2977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpKlTJ59RHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TBhrv0gRcp8/s200/100_2977.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539053901530226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same boy, different day. BB would never sit there and constantly blow spit balls at the back of DQ's head even after she repeatedly told him to stop. Oh, and DQ would NEVER let her emotions get the best of her and haul off and give him a left hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DQ would never watch as I cleaned out under her bed and whine about EVERYTHING I DID to help her. She would never then turn around and dig out something out of the trash and put it back under her bed. NO, NOT EVER!!! My child does not go through the trash and she is not a future star on the reality show Hoarders. Nope, not my baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DQ is not currently obsessed with a red plaid fedora that she wears everywhere she can. She didn't also elbow me in the ribs when someone told her they like her hat. We never fight about how she dresses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpKkoWwGOrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n19TlqM9rRc/s1600-h/100_3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SpKkoWwGOrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n19TlqM9rRc/s200/100_3050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373538318615460530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I have to say though that I love my kids. They are good ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1367049819848799278?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1367049819848799278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1367049819848799278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1367049819848799278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1367049819848799278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/mot-my-child-monday.html' title='Not My Child Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMyChildMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4098681915063752176</id><published>2009-08-17T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:08:11.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the week again.... confession time! However, if you would rather skip over mine and read someone else's humiliation feel free to visit &lt;a href="www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;Mckmama's&lt;/a&gt; blog and read those instead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not drop my son off at the middle school and then get yelled at by the officer directing traffic. Apparently I can't follow directions. I also didn't fuss at said officer once I drove out of view and I didn't call him an uptight stale butt cheek in front of my daughter! I also didn't go back to bed and sleep for 2 hours after dropping my daughter off at school. I have absolutely nothing to do today; nope, no laundry, no dusting, no closets to clean out... NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fall asleep on the couch right in the middle of DQ's birthday party. 3 hours of sleep in 24 hours is PLENTY of sleep, why should I be tired? I also didn't cancel my daughter's riding lesson the day of the party because I had so much to get done before everyone got here, and I needed hubby's help more than DQ needed to ride that day! I would never do such a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not hide two full laundry baskets in my bedroom so no one could see my continuous, never ending pile of laundry. Again as stated in previous posts: I am always caught up on my laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm feeling cleansed and renewed now, my confessions have been confessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4098681915063752176?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4098681915063752176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4098681915063752176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4098681915063752176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4098681915063752176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-me-monday_17.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-557557040299099999</id><published>2009-08-12T11:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:40:30.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners Much?</title><content type='html'>This post is meant purely for venting purposes only. If you don't care to hear about my pet peeves then I wouldn't read further. If you care to contribute feel free.... you have my blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so when you want to carry a conversation with someone in a public place fine, but please move off to the side and don't block the whole entrance/exit of the walkway... some of us have an hour long drive and we want to get to our car. On the same note, don't block the whole isle at the store either. While I'm very happy that you have found a friend to converse with, I have things to do and would like very much not to be a part of your conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is a merging line of cars, please be kind and use the zipper system. I mean really,are you going to get where you are going 2 seconds faster by not letting one car over?? REALLY, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please for the love of God don't be a parking place stalker! If someone has just walked up to their car with a buggy full of stuff, it's going to take them awhile and you could probably have parked your car and gotten into the store before they finished. Also, chances are if you are really finding it necessary to wait for a closer spot then 1. you probably need the exercise of walking a bit further, or 2. you probably need to be at home dry, cool, in bed, or whatever you reason is for needing that closer spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at the store, please walk down the side of the isle, not the center; especially if you are walking slowly. Seriously people, just because you are not in a hurry doesn't mean somebody else isn't. Also on that note the same rules apply in parking garages and parking lots. Are you really so important that you deserve the whole isle to walk down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, do your nurse a favor. If it's bad enough that you need to come to the hospital then for goodness sakes let us treat you. If your gonna come and refuse an IV, meds, pain meds, tests, etc then you are better off at home. It is not our goal in life to hurt you, ignore you, let you lay in pain, watch you bleed, or any other thing that may be going on. We have a job to do and you really need to let us do our job. Most of us really do care what happens to you. Trust me when I tell you most of us care more about you then your doctor so don't tell me you want to wait for the doctor because at 3:oo in the morning, if you aren't dying they aren't coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nough said for now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-557557040299099999?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/557557040299099999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=557557040299099999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/557557040299099999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/557557040299099999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/manners-much.html' title='Manners Much?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8011982431711828624</id><published>2009-08-11T08:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:27:39.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Worlds</title><content type='html'>As I was driving home from work this morning I got to thinking about BB and DQ and how their childhood is so different from mine. It makes me kind of sad in some ways to think of some of the things they are missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember summer nights when the lighting bugs were so thick they would actually swarm around you. What a great time we used to have catching them at night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the ice cream truck? I swear he would pretend not to see us so we would chase him down. We would run till we couldn't run anymore then finally he would stop and what a great prize that ice cream was! I always got a rocket pop or a mickey mouse with a gum ball for a nose. Remember that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a house at the bottom of our street with a creek running next to it full of tadpoles. They always had mason jars waiting for the kids to come catch tadpoles. They also had the best trees around. They were pines and they were so huge you could actually walk into the limbs and there was a secret world in there and nobody could see you from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any one's mother used to let them play with other kids who had the chicken pox? Mine did, it wasn't a big deal... in fact if you got them good cause then you get it over with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our town had bike trails that led all over the city. I remember going on the bike trails with my friends and spending all day riding our bikes. Oh what fun we used to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were at a friend's house and didn't behave, their mother spanked us. They were not afraid to call my parents and tell on me; my parents were not going to sue them for slander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today our children are living in a world where respect and courtesy are optional. They have no idea how to catch a tadpole or a lightning bug. Oh, and what in the world is an ice cream truck? Chicken pox??? OH MY!!! LITTLE JOHNNY HAS THE CHICKEN POX! LET'S QUARANTINE THE WHOLE CLASS!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if we weren't raised this way, but I was. I was raised that you play outside and come in for lunch and a band aide. I was raised that at dark you come in. I was raised to say please and thank you, and don't you talk back to adults or you are gonna get your mouth washed out with soap! My mom used to remind me every time I was invited somewhere "Don't forget to offer to help with the dishes after dinner!", and believe me I always offered! It was safe for children to ride their bikes to the gas station to spend their money on candy. It was a great idea to pack a picnic and walk to the park with your friends. Allowance was earned not expected. I think about this so much. I try to raise my kids in such a manner..... and I pray that they will raise their children the same way. Oh, and for the record, they have both had the chicken pox and everyone lived!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8011982431711828624?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8011982431711828624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8011982431711828624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8011982431711828624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8011982431711828624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/different-worlds.html' title='Different Worlds'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5778502996504199956</id><published>2009-08-10T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:35:59.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Not Me Monday again! It's been awhile but I must admit I'm struggling coming up with Not Me's. Head over to &lt;a href="www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;Mckmama's&lt;/a&gt; blog for more laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go on my first camping trip in our RV and rip off my toenail first thing. I am not a drama queen and did not make a big deal out of it either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not silently cuss out one of my coworkers for calling me in to work at 3am because they were getting slammed. I mean, why would I want to do that? Who needs sleep anyway? I also didn't silently apologize to her for the said not cussing that didn't take place. My conscious wasn't feeling guilty at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spend 5 hours completely mucking out BB's room and then have such a sore back for the next 3 days I considered taking left over narcotics from my cabinet. I also didn't consider calling DFACS on myself for letting his room get so bad (For the record, my children do have to clean their own rooms, this was a drawer, toy, closet, under the bed kind of clean out)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not now loving the fact that school is back in because now I can actually sleep during the day (night shift worker remember?). I didn't however cry for the first couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am not now silently cussing out DQ's teacher in my head for actually giving her a homework assignment of doing things with her thumbs taped down and then journaling life without thumbs. It's really not annoying at all to watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so there I came up with a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5778502996504199956?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5778502996504199956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5778502996504199956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5778502996504199956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5778502996504199956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2813470383582446434</id><published>2009-08-06T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:11:16.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>So call me a pessimist. Call me negative. Call me asking for trouble. I dare say that so far middle school and 5th grade are going well. BB is having a BLAST! He loves middle school, and so far he has had a pretty easy time of it. DQ is doing fine and looking forward to a birthday party next weekend. Hubby went in on an RV with big hubby boss man and now we are the proud (not me, hubby) half owners of a camper. We are going on our first camping trip this weekend. So I ask, when is the other shoe going to fall? Change has never been a good thing in Hworld, but wow are things going smoothly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at church BB was asked to be part of the drama team. That is a very big deal to him and he couldn't be more thrilled. This kid is hilarious. He really has so much potential; so naturally we are thrilled for him! I can't wait to see him doing those funny little skits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is rolling on here. We are so busy that we just fall into bed at the end of the day (or night in my case). I am working a lot, and really worn out. This weekend will be a good one to unwind! I am looking forward to some very much needed rest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well in blogger land. Take care and pics are soon to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2813470383582446434?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2813470383582446434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2813470383582446434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2813470383582446434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2813470383582446434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2082475619817352782</id><published>2009-07-30T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:37:18.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Well, those pesky little changes we all know I love have begun AGAIN! Today school started and my heart is broken. Not so much that school started, but the fact that BB started middle school and DQ is on her last year of elementary school probably has something to do with it! Seriously, when I dropped him off this morning instead of walking him to class I almost lost it. When I came home to get DQ up and ready and he was not sitting next to her at the breakfast table I almost lost it. When I walked DQ to her new class I was barely holding it together. When I saw a few moms I know I did lose it. BIG TIME! I just can't believe we are in middle school! I remember my 6th grade year so very clearly. I remember having my first boyfriend in &lt;br /&gt;6th grade. I remember all the girls had grown up a lot over the summer in 6th grade. I remember calling boys and hanging up on them in 6th grade. I don't want little girls calling my baby. I don't want him having a girl friend (and I told him as much!). I hate the thought of him walking around that big cafeteria full of bigger, older, and strange kids! OK, need to stop now cause I'm getting myself worked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with school starting it is promotion Sunday at church. With that means yet again BB is now part of the youth, and we have new students in 7th grade. UGH! I hate change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we did a little shopping in which BB chose "older" clothes to wear this year. He also decided to cut his hair. OH MY!!! BB cut his hair!! In Hworld that is a huge deal. Regardless, he looks adorable, err sorry, awesome. We had to buy him his very first bottle of hair gel to get that spiky, messy look he was aiming for. One thing though, he did ask me to fix his hair this morning.... ahhhh he still needs me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know you are dying for pics and you will get them I promise, but the camera is not working so well. As soon has dear hubby get's BB's camera loaded you will get your pics.... just chill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2082475619817352782?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2082475619817352782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2082475619817352782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2082475619817352782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2082475619817352782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7965881116244138636</id><published>2009-07-27T15:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:01:56.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*updated*&lt;/strong&gt; While still very sick, Stellan has started to improve. They have finally gotten him out of SVT for small amounts of time. He had an hour and 1/2 of SVT free time last night. These little breaks are giving his body time to rest....a true blessing. Please continue to pray for little Stellan and Mckmama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Stellan has gone down hill quickly and getting worse. Please pray for him! The latest update is he is being air lifted to Boston. The doctors are baffled and are running out of options! PRAY PRAY PRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/bhtwt" title="Going to take a break &amp;amp; try the iv in a bit. I'm feeding Stel... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/bhtwt.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Going to take a break &amp;amp; try the iv in a bit. I'm feeding Stel... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/bkr4f" title="Holding my babe who finally just fell asleep. That 228 is his... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/bkr4f.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Holding my babe who finally just fell asleep. That 228 is his... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7965881116244138636?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7965881116244138636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7965881116244138636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7965881116244138636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7965881116244138636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/urgent.html' title='Urgent'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6129029314878053095</id><published>2009-07-25T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:25:04.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Talkin</title><content type='html'>So the beach was wonderful. So wonderful in fact that it broke our heart to come home. We had such a wonderful time with my family. We played and swam and laughed until sadly it was time to come home. I have never not been ready to come home, but this time I was so sad to come home! I have a bunch of pictures, will post them soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to much going on. We spent a small fortune today getting the kiddos ready for school. DQ got some new clothes that she is absolutely thrilled with. I actually like them too! You know it's a good day when your daughter, whom you couldn't be more different than, and you actually agree on something! Mark it down ladies and gentlemen, it's not likely to happen again anytime soon! BB did not find anything he liked other than a pair of shoes. We shall be shopping online for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from shopping, hubby and I were remembering the days when the school supply list consisted of a back pack and a box of crackers. Now the list is so long and ridiculously specific that it is an all day affair to get them! DQ had to have a YELLOW 3 subject notebook. She had to have a 2 INCH 3 ring binder. She had to have SHARPENED #2 pencils. Puuuuhlease! Why in the world does it HAVE to be yellow? I wonder if I got her a 1 and 1/2 inch binder what would happen? Oh and the pencils? Sorry, I am not paying an extra 75cents for the pencils to be sharpened! CRAZY! BB's middle school list was actually reasonable. However, do you know how difficult it can be to find erasable ink pens that we all know don't really erase? They don't make them much anymore for a reason..... hmmmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough rambling. I was on last night and didn't sleep much today so off to bed I go! Good night all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6129029314878053095?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6129029314878053095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6129029314878053095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6129029314878053095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6129029314878053095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-talkin.html' title='Just Talkin'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-3534392914166654712</id><published>2009-07-16T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:28:44.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post</title><content type='html'>For my 200th post I am doing absolutely nothing special. In fact, I'm telling you farewell my people ......... for the weekend!! Ha, got ya, scared ya didn't I? You would be lost without me you know you would! Anyway, while you mourn me I'll be at the beach soaking up some sun, relaxation, and cool ocean breezes. I'll be playing with my babies and my sister's babies. I'll hanging with my sister and my mom. I'll be living it up, and you'll be here, feeling JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story real quick to tide you over. DQ has a mess for a mouth. She has teeth growing in crooked and behind and under and over and... well you get it. They put in these expander things awhile back, you know where you have to torture your child every night and turn the key. Well, long story short they have been causing some problems so we went back. They had to pull the bottom one out, bend it to fit temporarily, then replace it with a new one. This was awful for DQ. It hurt, and her little mouth was so sore. Yesterday they decided to remove the expanders and place in retainers to "let the dust settle". Upon hearing that DQ wanted to know if there was really dust in her mouth...... Sweet princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, ta ta for now. See you soon. Enjoy your week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-3534392914166654712?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3534392914166654712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=3534392914166654712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3534392914166654712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3534392914166654712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/200th-post.html' title='200th Post'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8288634486527046251</id><published>2009-07-13T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:58:31.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that shameful time of week again. It's time to bear my naked truths so you can have a good laugh at my expense. So here goes, it's rather tragic actually! Don't forget when you are finished to pop over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama's&lt;/a&gt; and read more fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I did not wake up every day and go looking for my children knowing full well they were at camp. I did not then talk hubby into taking me to see a chick flick since said children were away at camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sitting here looking at Spike the dog camped out on a pile of clean laundry that is not folded, but instead sitting on the couch getting wrinkled. I am forever caught up on my laundry and NEVER have to wash several loads at the end of the week cause nobody has clean underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not fail a mock code last night at work because I forgot to suction my baby. I can't believe I forgot to suction my baby. DUH! I did not then turn around and have to suction a real live baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I did not get my ears double pierced and then proceed to lie to the little 4year old girl waiting to go after me. I didn't tell her it's a piece of cake. It didn't hurt like crazy!! Nope, not a bit!! I'm what 30 something and getting my ears pierced? Oh well. Shame on me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8288634486527046251?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8288634486527046251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8288634486527046251' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8288634486527046251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8288634486527046251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-me-monday_13.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6237240355269196697</id><published>2009-07-11T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:34:46.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>You Know You're An L&amp;D Nurse When...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can eat any food at any time of the day or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can talk about vomit/blood/stool/urine while eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know what G7P4A2L1 means, and your husband probably does too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Twins aren't a miracle, they're an every day occurrence (at my hospital anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can measure objects in centimeters with your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You've seen more vaginas than male porn stars have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know that Vasa Previa is not the latest fashion model in Milan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your bladder can hold over 1500 cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know that meconium is not a newly discovered element on the periodic table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You hear blood curdling screams and don't flinch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can tune out extraneous noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can ascertain a heart rate in 6 seconds or less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know what F.L.K. stands for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To you R.O.M. doesn’t mean range of motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Coffee is a major food group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The word calm is a dirty word never to be repeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I call the doctor to tell him what I want not to ask what he/she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6237240355269196697?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6237240355269196697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6237240355269196697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6237240355269196697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6237240355269196697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4457352850878103085</id><published>2009-07-08T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:37:07.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That's Interesting</title><content type='html'>Hubby called a few minutes ago and said he got the kids a present. Hmmmm, are ya working or shopping honey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said a guy at work's somebody or other was having an estate sale and he had a bunch of leftovers. Hubby said he had a box of knives.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNIVES? REALLY???? KNIVES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4457352850878103085?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4457352850878103085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4457352850878103085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4457352850878103085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4457352850878103085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-thats-intresting.html' title='Well That&apos;s Interesting'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6871558828609822741</id><published>2009-07-07T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:55:35.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed? YES!</title><content type='html'>I am a merciful person. I really truly am. I have a fair amount of patience. I am VERY understanding. I'm even pretty darn nice if I do say so myself. Last night all of these wonderful virtues I have bestowed upon myself were put to the test by a dear sweet pregnant lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around 3:00 am I got a patient who thought maybe her water broke. OK, no problem. I checked her for that and the test was negative. I checked her cervix and she was not dilated. She was having an occasional contraction. So I call the doctor the get orders and of course they were to have her walk and then check her again. Done. I put her back on the monitor and she is contracting about every 2-3 minutes but not really feeling them. I decide she may just be dehydrated so I give her a TON of water to drink. She asks should she call her parents who live 5 hrs away to come. I say "I don't think you are in labor, but as long as you are contracting you will be here in the hospital". Not the answer she wanted, but the best I could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few minutes later she calls me into her room saying she just felt more fluid come out. I check and see and feel nothing on her towel. Hmmmm, maybe get up and pee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later again she calls and says she's really hurting could she have something for pain? Again I call the doctor for orders and get them. I start her IV and then she decides no, she doesn't want pain meds afterall. UGH!!!! By this time my shift is ending and don't forget that I have another patient who is on meds that require 15 minute checks so I'm just a tad busy at this point. AGAIN she calls out wanting her nurse again. Could I please check her again because she really needs to know if she is in labor or not. I explain to her that sometimes labor is not that obvious, that if her water is indeed broken I can't keep checking her because she could get an infection, and the doctor will come to talk to her around 7. OK, well then can I get an ultrasound or something? I really need to know if I'm gonna have this baby today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, listen. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU ARE IN LABOR! MY GUESS IS NO, BUT YOU ARE CONTRACTING. YOUR WATER IS NOT BROKEN. IF YOU ARE IN PAIN I CAN GIVE YOU SOME MEDICINE. THE DOCTOR WILL BE HERE AT 7, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay, so about that ultrasound, and my parents are 5 hours away, and I think my pain is getting worse, and I think I may pee myself, and my goal in life is to convince my nurse I am in labor when I am not, and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6871558828609822741?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6871558828609822741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6871558828609822741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6871558828609822741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6871558828609822741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/annoyed-yes.html' title='Annoyed? YES!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7812537558441641342</id><published>2009-07-06T18:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:45:07.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Me Monday time again. For more hilarious posts pop over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama's &lt;/a&gt;blog and check out more! Until then my little post here will just have to satisfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not decide it just wasn't fair that I had to work EVERY holiday and take call off on the 4th of July. I would never take 8 hrs off unpaid, NEVER!! I did not witness hubby at said 4th of July drop a stack of frozen Bubba burgers on the ground and call 5 second rule. He didn't then slap those puppies on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did not sort through the mongo dirty laundry pile just to get out the kid's clothes to wash for camp. I am ALWAYS caught up on my laundry!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did not catch a baby because the doctor didn't make it in time for my poor patient to deliver 15 minutes after she arrived. I did not want to pass out on the floor when I realized I didn't have to catch that baby! I didn't almost pee my pants either!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am not counting the days on my calendar for the beach!!! No way, I REALLY don't want to go to the beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7812537558441641342?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7812537558441641342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7812537558441641342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7812537558441641342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7812537558441641342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-3090501005193745177</id><published>2009-07-05T21:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:29:19.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Nice</title><content type='html'>I hope a wonderful time was had by all on the 4th of July. We had a very nice time thank you very much! Here at Hworld we don't "officially" live in a neighborhood, we live on a street. On our street all the houses sit way back on the road, and most of us know each other decently well. However, &lt;a href="http://fabthemayor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fab &lt;/a&gt;across the street and us started a tradition 2 years ago that has blossomed into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFPEKgAdVI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZDVHR-jOQnM/s1600-h/100_2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355148364876903762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFPEKgAdVI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZDVHR-jOQnM/s200/100_2820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What started out as 2 smallish families simply sitting in the driveway eating frosties and watermelons has grown to several smallish to rather large families gathering together to eat burgers, hot dogs, jambalaya, baked beans, pasta salad, macaroni salad, chips, salsa, deviled eggs, watermelon, million dollar pie, chocolate eclair cake, frosties, and some other stuff. After the food we did this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFRWBDuHTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cY89PHNCfKQ/s1600-h/100_2832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355150870603242802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFRWBDuHTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cY89PHNCfKQ/s200/100_2832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFRVuveKcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ILsRdp1W4v4/s1600-h/100_2823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355150865686473154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFRVuveKcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ILsRdp1W4v4/s200/100_2823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at dark we sat in OUR driveway and watched an awesome fireworks display put on by a local church. The weather was great.... not hot at all. The kids had bikes and skateboards to ride, a trampoline to jump on, and 25 acres to run around on and play hide and seek. People ate when the were hungry, used to bathroom in nice clean bathrooms, and we even had a sink to wash our hands in!! The best part? NO TRAFFIC afterwards! We cleaned up and went to bed. It was simply NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-3090501005193745177?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3090501005193745177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=3090501005193745177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3090501005193745177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3090501005193745177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-nice.html' title='Just Nice'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SlFPEKgAdVI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZDVHR-jOQnM/s72-c/100_2820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-3332620427461270023</id><published>2009-07-04T17:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:45:22.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Kleenex</title><content type='html'>I snagged this off &lt;a href="http://daddyandthedeadguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;hubby's&lt;/a&gt; blog, but loved it so much I wanted to share it with those of you  that may not follow his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give this to my Daddy? As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.' Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said 'hi.' The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her Daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek. The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second.. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it. After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.' He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.' The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek. We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families, and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-3332620427461270023?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3332620427461270023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=3332620427461270023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3332620427461270023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3332620427461270023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-your-kleenex.html' title='Get your Kleenex'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1510960045945808730</id><published>2009-07-03T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:54:16.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Instincts</title><content type='html'>Ok moms, I know that you are gonna agree with me on this, Dads, you are just gonna call me paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were at the mall shopping for a bit. Hubby ran to Belk to price a belt but the kids were starving so I took them for a treat at the food court and hubby was to meet us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are sitting at a table eating our cookies and people watching and this old man walks up. He doesn't say anything, he's just standing RIGHT next to BB. I got the creepiest feeling! This man just kept walking back and forth in front of our table just glancing at my children. I grabbed their little hands and pulled them close to me. DQ kept saying "mommy, give me my hand back, I need my hand!", but I was panicked! I literally was breaking into a cold sweat, holding on to my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, call me crazy but that old man scared me! As soon as we could we hopped up and went to go find hubby. Thankfully he was on his way. I grabbed BB, he grabbed DQ and we were out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think moms? Did I overreact about some old man just waiting for his food? I feel as their mom it is my job to trust the instincts God gave me. I NEEDED to hold my children and keep them as safe as I could. I was SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sk5hawPt4VI/AAAAAAAAANY/an6FrrLWWSQ/s1600-h/100_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354324119245414738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sk5hawPt4VI/AAAAAAAAANY/an6FrrLWWSQ/s200/100_2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to chime in or even share your stories and you could help a mom not be scared to trust her gut and follow her instincts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1510960045945808730?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1510960045945808730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1510960045945808730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1510960045945808730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1510960045945808730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/instincts.html' title='Instincts'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sk5hawPt4VI/AAAAAAAAANY/an6FrrLWWSQ/s72-c/100_2142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1594977856902739860</id><published>2009-06-29T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:40:13.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't done a Not Me Monday in awhile so I have a "few" confessions that don't need to be made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have a doctor at work give me something for a headache that is "not a narcotic yet"! (don't worry, I DID wait to I got home to take it and it really didn't work). I did not pluck a pair of dirty shorts out of the laundry for my daughter to wear to avoid an argument about what to wear today. I did not purposely wear a certain pair of shoes because my toe nails need to be cut and painted sooo bad and I'm too lazy/busy to do anything about it. I did not sneak into my sister in law's candy drawer and snag several handfuls of gummy bears. I did not go to Wal-Mart and buy new socks on the way to work because I was feeling sorry for myself and wanted something fun to cheer me up. I did not finally give in and get unlimited text for my middle schooler because I got tired of hearing how EVERYONE else has it, why can't we??? I do not read said texts to make sure the conversation is appropriate! I did not let my  children have friends over to spend the night so I would not have to entertain my children, their friends where here for that! Wow, I could keep going but this list is starting to get really shameful so I'm going to bow out now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1594977856902739860?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1594977856902739860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1594977856902739860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1594977856902739860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1594977856902739860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7230287195273590492</id><published>2009-06-28T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:18:46.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking</title><content type='html'>Obviously this has been an America Changing week. In one week we have lost 3 stars of my childhood and one of my children's childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching Star Search and seeing Ed McMahon with his big over sized glasses announce some many truly untalented people, all the while dreaming about one day being a contestant myself.&lt;br /&gt;I remember dancing the Thriller dance in my living room over and over again. I loved Micheal Jackson! My best friend and I used to roller skate to him on the neighbor's black top all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my big sister watching Charlie's Angels. I will never forget the "hair" lady!&lt;br /&gt;Today when hubby told me about Billy Mays my children knew who he was before I did. When DQ said "mommy, it's the oxiclean guy!" I knew then who he was. I thought he was the baseball guy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this being said as big as these losses seem to us we have a much greater loss right here on my own street. Our neighbor Fibo died the same day as Farrah and Micheal. While our street mourns a beautiful christian woman whom was adored and loved by "locals", the world mourns these superstars. I have to wonder though, who will be missed more? I think the answer is a clear hands down winner: Fibo! She has children, and a husband, and grandchildren, and friends, and neighbors, and church family, and on and on and on. She was personal. She was real. She was love. We barely knew this woman and yet she made us a cake when hubby's dad died. I feel a loss simply because I didn't get to know her as well as others did. I am now regretting and mourning a relationship I could have had.&lt;br /&gt;All this to say while it's ok to be bummed about losing our childhood stars, hang on to the people in your life that you really know. Hang on to the REAL people. Grab ahold of what you have and don't let go, cause you may never know what you've lost till you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7230287195273590492?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7230287195273590492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7230287195273590492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7230287195273590492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7230287195273590492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7983293470970417370</id><published>2009-06-26T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:24:23.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Friendly Reminder</title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work nights, don't call!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7983293470970417370?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7983293470970417370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7983293470970417370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7983293470970417370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7983293470970417370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-friendly-reminder.html' title='Just a Friendly Reminder'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-842635044048485107</id><published>2009-06-19T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:06:33.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellan..... again</title><content type='html'>I ask now that you please stop what you are doing and spend some time in prayer for sweet &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;Stellan&lt;/a&gt;. I have posted on him in the past. He has a heart condition since he was in his momma's womb. &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;Stellan&lt;/a&gt; has defied the odds in many ways. First of all he survived to be in this world. Second off he still has this condition which in the past has always been resolved after birth. Third of all he has his own unique type of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supraventricular_tachycardia"&gt;SVT &lt;/a&gt; that is proving to be quite stubborn and difficult to treat. So please be in prayer as this family has been laid on my heart and hopefully yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-842635044048485107?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/842635044048485107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=842635044048485107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/842635044048485107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/842635044048485107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/stellan-again.html' title='Stellan..... again'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2400540011645695188</id><published>2009-06-15T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:37:09.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Can</title><content type='html'>Here's a brilliant idea: close my eyes real tight, take a deep breath, and ....... pray that when I open my eyes my house will be spotless, the laundry will be washed, folded, and put away, supper will be cooked, and my kids will be fast asleep in their beds with no needs, hunger, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;owies&lt;/span&gt;. Here's hoping!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2400540011645695188?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2400540011645695188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2400540011645695188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2400540011645695188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2400540011645695188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-can.html' title='I Think I Can'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-9174533125105395992</id><published>2009-06-11T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:25:10.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Kind of Dance</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me this in an email. It's kind of a neat reminder.... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God Dancing On Your Potato Chips?&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Raper&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago I had "one of those days." I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick up a few things and the lines were serpentine. By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for dinner. Deciding on Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover baked beans. I grabbed the Tupperware container from the fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned. My husband isn't a picky eater, but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars. Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving a brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened. I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty wrestle. With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was empty. It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes he was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage: an opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering wife standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did the most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying leap, landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the process! I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile. Eventually I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap onto the chips. And then I danced. Now I'll be the first to admit that my husband's response wasn't the one I was looking for. But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and the laughter from that rather funky moment provided just that. So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have been plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and I've cried out for help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom and clean up the mess. What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away that God's response was the best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait weeks or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a particular prayer the way he did. There are even some situations that, years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond. Do I trust Him? Even when he's answering my prayers in a way that is completely different from my expectations? Even when he's dancing and stomping instead of sweeping and mopping:? Can I embrace what He's offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance he's dancin' with my needs in mind? I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the chips are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-9174533125105395992?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9174533125105395992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=9174533125105395992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/9174533125105395992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/9174533125105395992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kind-of-dance.html' title='A New Kind of Dance'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4802135095519144214</id><published>2009-06-10T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:44:07.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Aren't Words</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm going to be pretty vague, but I just have to share what has happened to me at work without putting HIPPA violations into effect. Wouldn't want to lose my license now would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I work at a VERY large hospital and the chances of me getting a repeat patient within a few days of each other are incredibly slim. What's even more slim is if this particular repeat patient is one that needs more "help" than we unfortunately can give her. Social services and police and stuff like that are having to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few nights ago when I had this young woman I was very saddened and at the same time very angry.  I just couldn't help her the way she needed to be helped and yet she didn't need the help badly enough apparently to take what help I could give her. Last night she was sent over to us from another hospital. When she walked in the room I felt my jaw drop. She wouldn't look at me, wouldn't even hardly talk to me. When I asked her if she was one in the same she denied it, even had a different name this time. Now I am not a confrontational person, but I am also not going to be made a fool of. After admitting her and taking her history, knowing her answers before she even gave them I began to get VERY angry. I actually had to step out of the room and regain my composure. Finally I just very calmly sat down and talked to her. I told her I knew she was not telling me the truth, and that I could not help her if she did not tell me the truth. About 15 minutes later I finally got her to admit she was indeed the woman from the other night. Whether the rest of her story was true or not I do not know, but I do know now how much help she really needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short. After much anger and frustration I began to realize something. Maybe God brought her back to me. She needs someone to help her. She is scared, alone, and in trouble. If she had not come to me last night then they would not have recognized her and she would not have gotten the help she needed. Sadly I'm so very limited to what I can do as a nurse. I can make sure her and her baby are healthy. I can give her referrals, and phone numbers, but I cannot make her use the resources I have given her. I was able to convince the doctor to admit her and get case management involved in her situation. That hopefully will set her on the road to the right direction. However, I've come to realize I CAN do more for her. I can pray for her. I don't even know her real name, or even if her story is true, but God knows. He created her, and He sent her to me. He wants to help her and I bet she doesn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, am I doing my job? Did I do enough? I may never know, but I guess that is where faith has to step in and take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4802135095519144214?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4802135095519144214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4802135095519144214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4802135095519144214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4802135095519144214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-arent-words.html' title='There Aren&apos;t Words'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5045813746640996556</id><published>2009-06-09T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:17:52.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>I am feeling just fine until it's time to go to work. Then I get sleepy, sleepy, and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oversleep when I have somewhere to be, but when nothing is going on I'm wide awake at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have money to spend there is nothing I want or need, but when I'm broke I need/want everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hungry there is nothing in my cabinet, but when I'm not hungry I'm overloaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When BB and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; are in school they aren't tired at night and impossible to get up in the morning, but in the summer they still aren't tired at night, but get up bright and early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some things I've noticed....... sound familiar to you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5045813746640996556?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5045813746640996556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5045813746640996556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5045813746640996556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5045813746640996556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/observation.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-9126659050327374427</id><published>2009-06-07T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:50:40.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, we've officially had 1 full week of summer break and it was a busy one. We went to the pool twice, I worked 4 days, we had a birthday and a birthday party on 2 different days. We have had church and youth socials. We have had gymnastics and riding lessons. In fact, I'm having a hard time figuring out what we didn't do this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week brings vacation bible school, more gymnastics and riding lessons, and I'm guessing more pool time. We also have an orthodontist appt.  and a doc appt. BB has to get shots...... OH MY!! That alone is going to be worth blogging about!! I will be working the weekend away as hubby and the kids go to the H. family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is church every Wed. night, Sun. morning, and Sun. night. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up  July 5-8 is kids camp, then July 12-16 is music camp in North Carolina. Oh, also my big sister is bring my nieces and nephew to visit. Wahoooo!!!!!! Finally, we have middle school open house July 21, then back to school. Wow, where did it all go??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are having a fantabulous summer so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-9126659050327374427?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9126659050327374427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=9126659050327374427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/9126659050327374427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/9126659050327374427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-and-stuff.html' title='Summer and Stuff'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7446688446396035159</id><published>2009-06-05T13:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:18:38.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilggHHksVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-0JJMwz1eRw/s1600-h/100_2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343908537634697554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilggHHksVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-0JJMwz1eRw/s200/100_2152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilgI_GdepI/AAAAAAAAANI/zqfDrN4aP0g/s1600-h/100_2183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343908140345555602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilgI_GdepI/AAAAAAAAANI/zqfDrN4aP0g/s200/100_2183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilfqTpSJgI/AAAAAAAAANA/5SAJmvDzdEk/s1600-h/100_2493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343907613284378114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilfqTpSJgI/AAAAAAAAANA/5SAJmvDzdEk/s200/100_2493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit it. I forgot to blog about BB's 11th birthday. Well, sort of! We celebrated on his birthday as a family (and neighborhood), but his party is tonight. Hmmmmm, 9 11 year old boys WOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB, I love you! I remember so clearly the day you were born. You were an angel! Even as a baby you were so smart. If you couldn't figure something out you would sit and stare at it like you were trying to make sense of it. You were so quiet and you would just stare forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have always loved your mommy. You weren't having a babysitter. I tried to work and you just wouldn't go for it. You still hate me not being home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I wish for you this year...... I pray that you will begin to grow in the Lord. He is number 1 buddy; nothing matters more than Jesus! I pray you will come to understand that this year and take a stand for what you believe in. You are starting middle school this year, and you are to be a light in a lost and dying world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have never been afraid to be who you are and I hope that you keep it up. I pray that you will make wise choices with friends. There will be so many people you are about to meet! I know that you are going to be a fantastic 11 year old!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Bunkybear! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7446688446396035159?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7446688446396035159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7446688446396035159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7446688446396035159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7446688446396035159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SilggHHksVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-0JJMwz1eRw/s72-c/100_2152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7989172610292320026</id><published>2009-05-28T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:27:56.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastics</title><content type='html'>I was not popular in school. I had friends, lots of friends. I was busy and involved. I even had a steady boyfriend (who was popular at his school). But, I was not popular. I didn't go to parties. I was not on the homecoming court. I was not a star athlete. I was just average. I remember wanting to be popular. In fact, I recall going to practice to try out for cheerleading. I didn't try out because all the popular girls were there and I felt inferior. I always regretted not trying out because I loved cheerleading when I was little, and I was good at it. I could do all the jumps and flips, and I wasn't afraid of anything. Instead I tried out for the dance team. I did make the team, but secretly I always wished I'd tried out for cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school for DQ and BB. My children are just like me. They have plenty of friends, they get excellent grades, they love school. However, they are not "popular". I am so very glad! The reason why you ask? Well, for example. The school's colors are green and gold. Today was a day of fun and goofing off. Some of the 5th grade boys decided to spray their hair green in honor of their last day at Youth Elementary. Well, DQ decided she would like to have a green streak in her VERY blond hair. As you can imagine it looked almost neon. Anyway, all that being said, when I walked DQ to class she was greeted with the "plastics"( refer to the movie Mean Girls for clarification). These girls all had on zebra print knee socks, had their hair the same, had their t-shirts tied up, knotted up, whatever. They looked every bit a silly as DQ ,but at least she was original. Anyway I digress. She got giggles and strange stares until one little girl stepped out and said how cute she looked. After that they all wanted green hair. REALLY? SERIOUSLY? Don't their mother's remember high school at all? Do they really want their daughters under that kind of scrutiny and pressure? Do they really want their daughters going to parties where there will be drinking and spin the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing the "popular" kid topic with BB the other day. I'm sure some of these kids are very nice kids. I'm sure their parents are very nice people. What I did share with BB though is that he is to love everyone equally. Nobody should be singled out for not following the crowd. That person should be commended for making their own choices and not being afraid to stand up for what they believe in.  I want them to enjoy growing up. I do not want them to do things because it's the cool thing to do; I do not want that kind of pressure on my kids! I want them to do things because they want to do them. What's wrong with being a crazy kid? What's wrong with running around barefoot all day wearing your swimsuit? What's wrong with still enjoying the Disney channel when you are 9 and 10 yrs old? I think it's fabulous that BB and DQ still want to be kids. I'm thankful that they don't feel the need to "Be Cool" all the time. I'm glad they are original and silly. I'm very proud to be their "unpopular" mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7989172610292320026?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7989172610292320026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7989172610292320026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7989172610292320026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7989172610292320026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/plastics.html' title='Plastics'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7175176807640972473</id><published>2009-05-27T16:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:23:31.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Before I get too far into this post I want to start out by saying that I am by no means claiming to be a medical expert. I probably have the same amount of knowledge as you do, but I still feel this post a necessary evil; in case you or someone else doesn't know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRSA is our doing. WE are to blame, not the hospitals and medical personnel. MRSA exists because of improper use of antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;1.If you don't follow your dosing instructions you are not killing your infection. 4 times per day actually means 4 times a day or every 6 hrs. There are 24 hrs in a day, not just the hours you happen to be awake. If you must, talk to your doctor about tailoring your dosing to a more convenient schedule.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't finish your antibiotics, you are making your infection stronger; meaning next time you will need a stronger antibiotic because you've made the germ resistant to the first drug (hint Methicillin Resistant Staph Aureus or MRSA).&lt;br /&gt;3. If you take antibiotics when you don't need them, then the itty bitty germ you have that your body can kill without antibiotics builds up a tolerance to said antibiotic, and then the next time you get it it's stronger and takes a stronger antibiotic to kill it.(as stated above!)&lt;br /&gt;4. A virus will not go away with antibiotics. It is not killed that way. In fact once you've had a particular virus you won't get it again. Our bodies are so cool that they remember how they killed that virus, and when they sense it's presence the natural antiviral your body made to kill it the first time is still there.&lt;br /&gt;5. Washing your hands is your first line of defense to keep from getting viruses.  WASH your hands! You carry all the germs on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;6. A fever can actually be a really good thing. Unless the fever is over 101.3 it does not need to be treated unless it is accompanied by severe vomiting and/or diarrhea, lethargy, a very young baby, or an elderly person. Also if the fever is persistent then it needs to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;7. A small amount of bleeding is also a good thing. It's a natural way for your body to clean out a cut. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for this post? I have had several patients in the last few days who believe it or not did not understand these concepts. This tells me that as health care workers we are not doing our job in educating the public. Clearly this is not common sense to everyone as it has so been assumed. Anyway, I will get off my soap box now! Thank you for your time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7175176807640972473?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7175176807640972473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7175176807640972473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7175176807640972473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7175176807640972473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4419950163224038878</id><published>2009-05-23T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:46:12.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>So I thought this week was going to be a fairly easy week for me. I worked 2 nights, then had Wed off ,then 2 days of education. Also, we have a jammed packed weekend of fun planned. Cool, easy peezy! WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at education day they came in and asked us if we would stay and work for 4 hrs for time and a half, + 5, plus shift differential. That totals up to around $50/hr. Hmmmm, let me think..... OF COURSE!!!! Well, lesson learned. If they are offering up that kind of money then things are not going so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital I work at happens to be the biggest labor and delivery unit in the nation. We deliver somewhere in the neighborhood of 17,000 babies a year. Our hospital is nicknamed the baby factory; rightfully so! Also, we have a very large and advanced NICU, so we see patients from all over GA with some pretty unique and sometimes tragic situations. Sadly when these patients come to us it's bad and it can be so heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is a good one. I mean I get to spend 8 hrs with a couple having a baby. I get to be part of their special time. I get to deliver babies! How cool! However, there are other aspects to my job that most people don't consider. Not every pregnancy is a good one. These women get sick. Their babies get sick. They need surgery. They need specialized care. They need a kind and understanding nurse. In the last 7 days I have had to tell 2 mommies that their baby is too young, they will not survive this. I had to tell a mommy that if her body continues doing what it is doing we are going to have to deliver her twins at 27 weeks. I had to tell a dad that his wife has to have emergency surgery if his wife is going to survive; oh and I'm sorry but your baby did not survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, weeks like this really make me doubt my calling. I know I'm where I'm supposed to be. I know God has a plan. I know that these precious babies are with Jesus. They are healthy, they are warm, they are loved. I KNOW this. What I also know is that I have learned how to tell a family that their baby has died. I have learned to take pictures of a 20 week baby and try to make her look pretty. I have learned to hug perfect strangers and cry with them. I know where the morgue is. I know how to report a death and how to  show a doctor where to sign a death certificate. I know what it's like to watch a baby die in your hands. This is not knowledge I ever aspired to have. I know that if it weren't for my King, my husband, my beautiful children, and my wonderful friends that I would not be able to live with having this knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hug your children today. Please treasure them. Please understand that your nurse is a human and this hurts her too. Please understand that when tragedy comes your way that there is a nurse who is praying for you, and loving you. There is someone out there who you don't know that will touch you in a way you may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4419950163224038878?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4419950163224038878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4419950163224038878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4419950163224038878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4419950163224038878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6260887894407671279</id><published>2009-05-20T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:07:35.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Sad</title><content type='html'>I hinted on my last  post how hard a time I am having dealing with BB and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; moving up in the world. I have also mentioned in the past my&lt;s&gt; hate&lt;/s&gt; love of change. Well, I'm confessing that my heart is breaking. First of all, I have to miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BB's&lt;/span&gt; last field day this week. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; incredibly sad. Second of all, MIDDLE SCHOOL!! I just cannot believe my sweet baby boy is going there to that big bad place. I remember my first day so clearly. The kids were so big, and grown up, and "wise" beyond their years. Thirdly, this next year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; will be a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader and that will be it. That will be all I have left of elementary school. The tears are running down my cheeks right now as I type.&lt;br /&gt;To my two angels, I love you so much. I miss our endless days of snacks, naps, cartoons, play dates, and picnics with strawberries and chicken fingers. I miss field trips to the pumpkin patches and petting zoos. I miss holding your hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we step out of the house. I miss washing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;koolaide&lt;/span&gt; mustaches off your faces. I miss falling into bed exhausted every night, only to be awoken with a sweet whisper in my ear that you heard a noise.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are still my babies, that you will always be my babies. Please slow down. Don't grow up so fast. There is plenty of time for you to be a big kid, just be little for a little while longer!&lt;br /&gt;This summer we will find some fun to be had. We will play, and travel, and sleep, and eat, and I'm sure we will watch our fair share of cartoons. I will work, and I will want to choke you for being so loud while I'm trying to sleep. Know that I love every second of my life that I have with you in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6260887894407671279?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6260887894407671279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6260887894407671279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6260887894407671279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6260887894407671279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/truly-sad.html' title='Truly Sad'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6278906347073948475</id><published>2009-05-19T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:28:27.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and Other Stuff Too</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Birthday sweet Aubrey, can't wait to see you soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about my lack of blogging over the last week. I headed back to the working world and it has been quite an adjustment. Friday night was my first night back and needless to say it was a tragic night. I had a mommy deliver at 22 weeks along (and sadly that's just too young for survival), had a serious case that I'm not sure if her babies survived, and one of our doctors committed suicide. What a terrible night it was! Please keep these families in your prayers; I obviously cannot share their names, but God knows who you are talking about: He's good like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not too terribly much going on in Hworld. The kiddos are anticipating the end of the school year. I'm dreading it because that means that I will be the mother of a 5th grader and a middle schooler. Oh how I miss those "little" days.  They are growing up so very fast and it's breaking my heart. At the same time I so enjoy them! They have so many stories to tell, and opinions to share (if that's a good thing or not is debatable!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer brings camp and the beach. We are very excited about the beach!! Who wouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go catch some zzzzz's. Happy Tuesday all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6278906347073948475?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6278906347073948475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6278906347073948475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6278906347073948475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6278906347073948475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-and-other-stuff-too.html' title='Happy Birthday and Other Stuff Too'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6561783125773017861</id><published>2009-05-11T15:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:14:00.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not watch the whole 4th season of Beverly Hills 90210 during my recovery. I mean who would sit and enjoy all the teenage angst anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I did not give in and let DQ have waffles for supper last week because I was just too tired to argue with her; of course it wasn't me who didn't cook supper for her in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take some mangy little dog to the vet in attempt to find his owner for my neighbor. Not only did I not take the dog, but I didn't let it wander around my house and I didn't let my kids "name" him Scruffy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear shorts under my skirt when I went to a funeral this past weekend because I am so tired of being uncomfortable and I didn't plan on stripping down to said shorts in the car on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;I did not attempt to start a fire in a fire pit with dried up pine straw, and I certaintly did not let BB help me! Nope, no fire starters in this house!&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell my mother in law that the size 14 dress she wants to give me won't fit because I wear a size 4; I would never be that rude! (What was I not thinking?????)&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more of what people DON'T do then head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama's&lt;/a&gt; and have a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6561783125773017861?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6561783125773017861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6561783125773017861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6561783125773017861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6561783125773017861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4395765191141183838</id><published>2009-05-08T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:24:22.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Settled</title><content type='html'>Tonight was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a wonderful evening. I was prepared to spend the whole entire night whining to hubby about how bored I am until my FABULOUS neighbor Fab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; and said to come sit with her on the deck. Not only did she have some yummy frosty beverages, but a fire pit to go with them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, I love summer! Oh, and hubby? I would like a fire pit for our backyard for mother's day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;m'kay&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4395765191141183838?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4395765191141183838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4395765191141183838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4395765191141183838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4395765191141183838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-settled.html' title='It&apos;s Settled'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7460776008278787270</id><published>2009-05-07T08:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:44:14.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWAAdv8rI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vDKq1lz3QL0/s1600-h/100_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333060204373209778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWAAdv8rI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vDKq1lz3QL0/s200/100_2504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWUAb-YaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3Zpp8cvGbL8/s1600-h/100_2514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333060547963150754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWUAb-YaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3Zpp8cvGbL8/s200/100_2514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWxfvd2jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FTG0LAHPxlQ/s1600-h/100_2436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333061054582610482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWxfvd2jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FTG0LAHPxlQ/s200/100_2436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be  completely serious could I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, what a good artist God is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7460776008278787270?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7460776008278787270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7460776008278787270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7460776008278787270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7460776008278787270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/artwork.html' title='Artwork'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SgLWAAdv8rI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vDKq1lz3QL0/s72-c/100_2504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4285515767231241387</id><published>2009-05-06T09:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:13:56.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storming Heaven</title><content type='html'>I just got finished reading something and I loved the phrase "storming heaven on your behalf". I got chills and even shed a few tears. You see, me and God are in a tense and tumultuous time right now. I am confused about some things in my world, and I am angry about some things in my life, and on and on and on. Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that "Storming heaven on your behalf" I picture a mass of huge football players racing forward with all their strength and might. I see their faces of determination. I hear their grunts and shouts as they run and push harder and harder to break through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture a giant with his mighty foot breaking in and stomping down. He takes no excuses and makes no exceptions: he wants in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. I am so weak. I am just so..... well I don't know. But what I am coming to see is that God's people are there, running with all their might, praying with complete and total faith and here I sit doing nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4285515767231241387?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4285515767231241387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4285515767231241387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4285515767231241387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4285515767231241387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/storming-heaven.html' title='Storming Heaven'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2889874324139513617</id><published>2009-05-05T07:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:37:43.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, or unless you are new here, I've been pretty darn sick lately. I had surgery last week, and am currently in the recovery process. Also, as most of you know, I am a night shift nurse at a busy hospital.( In fact, most of us lovingly call it the baby factory!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this being said I heard through the rumor mill that some different shifts were available and they were taking resquests. OH MY!!!!! The bad part is, I haven't been there and don't know how long this little status has been up, or if I'm too late, or if I can still get in on the good stuff, or........ ya know??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that just because I am currently unable to make my presence known does not mean that I should not be able to bid. I called my supervisor during the wee hours of the night, (cause remember, I'm a night crawler, therefore my supervisor is as well), to question the occurrence. She said she'd get right on that for me!!! So what I'm asking for you is to cross those little two fingers, say a little prayer, and wish upon a star!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and have a superb day bloggers!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2889874324139513617?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2889874324139513617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2889874324139513617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2889874324139513617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2889874324139513617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5404051867315556794</id><published>2009-05-04T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:01:41.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a fun new little tidbit while catching up on my blogging today.Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;I did not paint Spike the dog's toes hot pink out of sheer boredom. Nope not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sf83Fmxgw2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f9AJjw4qcW8/s1600-h/100_2503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041053277045602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sf83Fmxgw2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f9AJjw4qcW8/s200/100_2503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not sit in bed all day and watch A Baby Story and yell and stupid people who are told not to eat after midnight then eat and get mad because they are delayed 6 hours or more in getting their C-section. I did not sit and try to lecture Bear the puppy for 2 minutes about how he HAS to stay out of the trash. I did not trip over my shoes that I didn't put away and spill my cereal bowl EVERYWHERE. I did not cry on my husbands shoulder and then cry more between sobs because it hurt to cry. I did not tell my nurse I don't care what they do to me as long as they give me lots of drugs. I did not yell at my mother for dumping coffee in the coffee canister (sorry mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so there's more, but I'm feeling rather ashamed of myself at this point, because I DID NOT do these things..... no not me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5404051867315556794?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5404051867315556794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5404051867315556794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5404051867315556794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5404051867315556794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Sf83Fmxgw2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f9AJjw4qcW8/s72-c/100_2503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4680967581237215966</id><published>2009-05-04T07:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:21:40.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time is something I have much of these days. I'm SLOWLY recovering.... I think. It still hurts to cough and sneeze, I feel fine till I get out of bed, and I'm running a low grade temp. Oh, and the pain is still there. Sigh..... I guess we are still going to have to figure this out. However, during all my time I've learned a few things. First of all, watch &lt;s&gt;this!&lt;/s&gt; Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;So also in all my time I've managed to find myself, I've been researching and I think I've stumbled upon something that may be an answer.... interstitial cystis. Fun words huh? Anyway, my symptoms are so very similar to what I've read. Think I'll ask Dr Pohl about it on my next visit next week.&lt;br /&gt;Happy trails, I'm here holding down the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4680967581237215966?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4680967581237215966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4680967581237215966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4680967581237215966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4680967581237215966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-489835055268540022</id><published>2009-04-30T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:10:58.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had exploratory surgery to find out why I've been having persistent and worsening abdominal pain. After several different options we had originally opted for birth control to try to stop ovulation all together. After a week of fairly intense pain we decided to go ahead in and have a look around. Needless to say, it was GROSS! I have the pictures to prove it, however I will spare you that little visual aid. Instead picture Spider Man's web shooter having a party in my abdomen. Scar tissue was all over the place connecting stuff to other stuff that really shouldn't be connected. Clear as mud huh? My wonderful doctor was able to cut most of it loose, or out, or whatever they do for that. Anyway, now here I lay trying to entertain myself. The pain is still pretty intense and  now I'm sporting two new scars. Yea! This too shall pass; right? Bring on the narcotics!!!! Oh and could you bring me a drink, and while your up.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-489835055268540022?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/489835055268540022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=489835055268540022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/489835055268540022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/489835055268540022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/gross.html' title='Gross!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7122825286015092737</id><published>2009-04-27T10:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:38:36.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Residents</title><content type='html'>It would appear that we have some new people living with us. As if we aren't cramped enough, we needed more people to move in!! However, all complaining aside, let me introduce you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have It's Not My Turn. We'll call it INMT. INMT has been frequenting our home for several years now, but seems to be here all the time these days. BB and DQ are best friends with INMT! The dishes never seem to get done without INMT making an appearance. Let's not forget the bathroom mirror getting wiped off, the dogs getting walked, the living room dusted and vacuumed; all those pesky little chores. Well, got news for INMT, next time you show up, BB and DQ will have to permanently do those chores EVERY single time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have I Didn't Put That There. Well, guess what?? IDPTT has an arch nemesis these days called Mommy's Black Box. If IDPTT makes an appearance then whatever the item is gets put in Mommy's Black Box!  Either an extra hard chore must be done to retrieve said item, or money must be paid directly to Mommy!! (mmm, I like the latter of the two; hello Pedicure!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have He/She Did It First!! Whew, all these new people I'm losing count!! &lt;br /&gt;Where are they all going to sleep? Who's going to feed all these extra people? Anyway, H/SDIF, you must leave now as you are not welcome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7122825286015092737?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7122825286015092737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7122825286015092737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7122825286015092737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7122825286015092737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-residents.html' title='New Residents'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8350980515514802527</id><published>2009-04-21T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:23:16.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Stuff</title><content type='html'>About 4 years ago I had to have a hysterectomy for several odd issues that are unique to me. I have issues with scarring and some weird type of endometriosis that couldn't be diagnosed till after surgery. Leave it to me to be complicated! Anyway, this past year I have been having some ovary issues with cysts and ovulation PAIN! When I say PAIN I mean &lt;strong&gt;PAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, it's gradually becoming worse and worse. My doctor finally looked at me today and said it's time to fix this. Well, we are going to attempt hormone therapy for a few months to see if that brings any relief. I DO NOT want my ovaries out. I DO NOT want to go into menopause at 32 years old. I DO NOT want to be on estrogen therapy for the rest of my life! So, here I am, post hysterectomy, no more kids in my future (obviously), and taking birth control!! Fun times......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8350980515514802527?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8350980515514802527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8350980515514802527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8350980515514802527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8350980515514802527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-stuff.html' title='Girl Stuff'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-1141526144389649662</id><published>2009-04-17T11:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:33:33.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>So last year was the first annual Daddy Daughter dance at school. Hubby and DQ got their picture in the paper. I guess this year it was no longer such a big deal cause there weren't any reporters or photographers (other than the one hired to be there) hanging around. Anyhow, I took several pictures........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Seiga9HPSzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7N40gBTKA4Q/s1600-h/100_2160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Seiga9HPSzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7N40gBTKA4Q/s200/100_2160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325682944307579698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Seigao42HvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cRBeEWSfR2E/s1600-h/100_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Seigao42HvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cRBeEWSfR2E/s200/100_2142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325682938878500594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SeigaWoa3EI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rJtsjLGf6jc/s1600-h/100_2140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SeigaWoa3EI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rJtsjLGf6jc/s200/100_2140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325682933977766978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SeigaeR4NJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2TE469qayMA/s1600-h/100_2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SeigaeR4NJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2TE469qayMA/s200/100_2139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325682936030704786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gorgeous family I have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-1141526144389649662?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1141526144389649662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=1141526144389649662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1141526144389649662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/1141526144389649662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddy-daughter-dance.html' title='Daddy Daughter Dance'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/Seiga9HPSzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7N40gBTKA4Q/s72-c/100_2160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-6546055972761583200</id><published>2009-04-10T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:50:37.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Reigns</title><content type='html'>We were driving home from an evening out and for once all was quite in the car. We were watching in the rear view mirror as a rather large thunderstorm loomed behind on it's way here. It reminded me of all the storms that we go through from day to day in our life. Some storms are simply spring showers that bring us to a refreshing end, but others are devastating storms that require months and months of clean up and recovery. Have you ever seen a storm looming and braced for the fallout? I know I have, but then sometimes there are pop up thunderstorms that take us by surprise. To me those are the ones that we need to be prepared for. Those are the one's that we are not expecting. We are going along in life happy and busy and all of a sudden we are forced to stop and survive the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this being said, I got to thinking about what today must have felt like for Jesus. He knew the storm was coming, he was prepared, but when He was on the cross, even JESUS cried out to God. EVEN JESUS cried out! He sacrificed everything for ME!!!! I hope that you take the time this weekend to reflect on that and what it means for you. However, why just this weekend? Why not everyday? Why need a holiday to remind us? Let's thank Him everyday, and let's always be prepared for the coming storm. The storms will come, are you ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-6546055972761583200?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6546055972761583200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=6546055972761583200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6546055972761583200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/6546055972761583200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-reigns.html' title='He Reigns'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8576539768506805771</id><published>2009-04-07T08:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:18:12.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtQfQR0xmI/AAAAAAAAALY/fODbxjzMhuo/s1600-h/100_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtQfQR0xmI/AAAAAAAAALY/fODbxjzMhuo/s200/100_2349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321935882544268898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much I've shared about my past, but in case you didn't know, I was raised in Sioux Falls, SD. I've lived several places in my life but Sioux Falls is the place where I did most of my growing up. I have 2 older sisters that live there still.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon has been there since, well, a really long time. Kimberly has left and gone back. One of the places Kimberly's path has carried her is Phoenix AZ. Her and her husband still have a house there that they have been trying to sell. Due to our lovely economy they have decided to rent till things pick back up. To make a long story short we all got to go to AZ this past weekend to do some quick clean up on her house and then hang for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind I haven't seen my sisters in almost 3 years!!!! We talk a lot, and we email pics and all that, but it's not the same. We had a good time enjoying shopping and sight seeing with no kids and no husbands around. Well, sort of. Sharon's family kept texting and calling, but technically they weren't there!!! So here are some pics of our weekend, enjoy the cactus pics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtQ8FI3O9I/AAAAAAAAALg/1WMpdJqat4Y/s1600-h/100_2357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtQ8FI3O9I/AAAAAAAAALg/1WMpdJqat4Y/s200/100_2357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321936377770097618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtRclbj5eI/AAAAAAAAALo/JFJpnUr_Cbw/s1600-h/100_2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtRclbj5eI/AAAAAAAAALo/JFJpnUr_Cbw/s200/100_2351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321936936194270690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtSHWFwSVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/umAMrKcYPso/s1600-h/100_2374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtSHWFwSVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/umAMrKcYPso/s200/100_2374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321937670810650962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtR3cPxhXI/AAAAAAAAALw/Cfl9hPbNL5k/s1600-h/100_2385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtR3cPxhXI/AAAAAAAAALw/Cfl9hPbNL5k/s200/100_2385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321937397585380722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8576539768506805771?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8576539768506805771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8576539768506805771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8576539768506805771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8576539768506805771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjaxoO9lZP4/SdtQfQR0xmI/AAAAAAAAALY/fODbxjzMhuo/s72-c/100_2349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8907098863646780068</id><published>2009-04-02T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:27:08.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel</title><content type='html'>There is an evil out there that I'm sure almost every woman on earth can identify with. It is truly a heinous, vicious thing that we must endure, and I will pray for every woman out there. This is serious ladies, we must find a way to protect ourselves from such a devastating trauma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIMSUIT shopping!! How cruel can it be?? I mean, I've been working my little fanny off to lose over 40 lbs that I gained in nursing school. I am half way there. I still do not have my cute little body back (ya, like I'll ever get it back!), but I've made progress, or so I thought. Until I went swimsuit shopping that is. I'm standing there looking in the mirror at my thunder thighs, muffin top, and cellulite in other places we won't mention, about ready to vomit. Why must those dressing rooms be so bright anyway? I mean who needs a 4 way mirror to point out your every flaw, your less than firm tummy and bottom, your extra helping of dessert you had last night. Why, why, why??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my next evil..... eyebrow waxing!!!!!! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8907098863646780068?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8907098863646780068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8907098863646780068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8907098863646780068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8907098863646780068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruel.html' title='Cruel'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-8491524956156241615</id><published>2009-03-28T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:16:05.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>After many years of riding horses in high school, then college, then Hubby, then kids, then nursing school, still kids, still Hubby, add church, add a job, add two dogs, add........ Anyway, my point is that other than the horses I cannot recall a time that I have had a real hobby. I mean something that is just for me and only me. This is a chance to get away a weekend here and there, and be someone I've always wanted to be: a creative little lady. Well, this past weekend I had my chance and I LOVED it!!! I went to a scrapbooking retreat. I am proud to say that I made 12 pages and they are sooooo cute!! I just keep taking them out and staring at them. I am so impressed with myself right now! Of course I'm no expert, or even all that imaginative, but I like them and of course the gorgeous faces of my family gracing the pages doesn't hurt a bit!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to post pics soon (I need to figure out where the disc is to load my camera on this computer),but I highly recommend this hobby to anyone who likes looking at their family! I mean who doesn't like that???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-8491524956156241615?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8491524956156241615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=8491524956156241615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8491524956156241615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/8491524956156241615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-addiction.html' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-3076680543176898751</id><published>2009-03-23T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:13:12.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Stellan</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to ask you to pray for Baby Stellan. Click on the button here or on my side bar to read up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-3076680543176898751?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3076680543176898751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=3076680543176898751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3076680543176898751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/3076680543176898751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-stellan.html' title='Baby Stellan'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4492187479337661617</id><published>2009-03-19T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:55:54.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's me! I should definitely win the mother of the year award!! Wanna know why? Well, let me just tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I sent my daughter to school VERY sick. See, both BB and DQ have been complaining of sore throats. Actually, we all have sore throats right now. However, if you could see the ginormous Bradford pear trees in our front yard (which you can't cause I don't have my camera installed on my new computer yet), you would understand why we all are feeling a little rough. I digress. Earlier this week I kept BB home from school because he had a slight temp and just really looked rough. He is fine now. So last night when DQ started up with the sore throat stuff I figured it was more of the same, so I gave her a cough drop and put her to bed. This morning she called me at work and said she didn't feel good. The sitter said her temp was normal, so I sent her to school. She got off the bus with 102 temp today, and she actually got in the bed and went to sleep! Now she is sitting next to me with her little flaming hot cheeks, kleenex, and achey little body. Poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when's the party? I mean I did just win an award and all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4492187479337661617?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4492187479337661617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4492187479337661617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4492187479337661617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4492187479337661617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the Year'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-7523546108624955289</id><published>2009-03-16T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:48:58.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation and Discipline</title><content type='html'>So as I'm sure most of you have noticed I have been feeling very sorry for myself for a very long time now. I have been pouting, and whining, and just over all had a terrible attitude. I have been convicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last several weeks I have decided that I do not like working nights and I have decided to let it get the best of me. I am having a terrible time sleeping days and then living life when I get up. I'm fine when I first wake up, and I'm fine once I've been at work for an hour or so, but the time in between has been HORRIBLE. I have not been cooking supper, doing "chores", spending time with my family, helping with homework, etc. I have been feeding my family fast food and hitting the couch and sleeping till it's time to head to work. I get up long enough to kiss the kids goodnight and then off I go. I have been living for my days off, and then not understanding why nobody wants to do anything fun. Hmmmm, could it be that they have been awake all week living while I've been sleeping it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first clue to this miserable existence is when I went to look at my clock by my bed and I couldn't see it because of the cups, water bottles, advil bottle, and other various items camped out on my nightstand. I've been living in my bed! My next clue was the bigger than usual laundry pile. I actually caught DQ getting a pair of pj pants out of the laundry pile the other day because she doesn't have any clean one's to wear. Finally, tonight at supper BB mentioned it out right to me. Mom, you cooked tonight and that's awesome, but are you gonna go back to bed aftr dinner? I don't feel well and I'd like to snuggle. OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely blind, I know I've been awful to live with. I know I have not been the mommy and wife my family is used to. I know that I've been wallowing in my circumstances instead of rising to meet the challenge. I know I'm stronger than this. I know I should just be grateful I have a job. I know just need to suck it up and get on with my life. I know that God has bigger plans than this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I seek your prayers. I seek your wisdom. I seek your encouragement. I need motivation, and discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-7523546108624955289?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7523546108624955289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=7523546108624955289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7523546108624955289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/7523546108624955289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivation-and-discipline.html' title='Motivation and Discipline'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5330314301629783319</id><published>2009-03-04T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:51:10.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know my daughter has a flair for the dramatic. She also has a new obsession with monkeys. She has always been the animal lover. She sleeps with about 6 million different little stuffed animals nightly, taking great care to switch them out from time to time to be sure they all get some "mommy" time.&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas Santa brought her a make your own monkey bobble head kit. She made them all within 10 minutes and named them all different variations of Bobo. What a sweetie she is. Well, Bear the puppy was on a mission and found Fofo. Needless to say poor little Fofo didn't fair too well. DQ went ballistic. I had to snuggle with her while she cried herself to sleep. Also, she was promised a new monkey bobble head kit so that she could make a Fofo junior. We also had to create a memory box for poor little Fofo's remains. Oh the things we mommies do to mend broken hearts!! So anyway, the next day me, grandmommy, and DQ piled into the car to venture out to Snellville to get the monkey kit. DQ was in the back seat chattering away when this came out:&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, Fofo isn't dead, she's just having a bad day with her head chewed off and all!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things that come's out of that child's mouth!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5330314301629783319?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5330314301629783319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5330314301629783319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5330314301629783319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5330314301629783319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2436614960756831539</id><published>2009-02-20T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:50:04.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I should Charge for that</title><content type='html'>So last night I'm at work. I get there and have a delivery right off the bat. OK, I'm good, she's delivered and I have one in labor. No big deal. So I get the delivered one all ready to go to post partum and then I can relax cause she's done. Right? NOPE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midwife comes in, checks my laboring patient and declares her status. Good we have about an hour, that gives me plenty of time to catch up on the charting the sweet nurse before me didn't do. 10 minutes later I'm in the patient's room catching a baby ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be $3000 please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2436614960756831539?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2436614960756831539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2436614960756831539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2436614960756831539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2436614960756831539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-should-charge-for-that.html' title='I think I should Charge for that'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-2220432912863070834</id><published>2009-02-12T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:32:15.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Ok, so obviously I am a Christian and raising my children in the Christian faith. BB and DQ clearly know where we really came from, who made us, and where we are going after we die. But with what I'm watching right now I have to wonder if children not raised in Christian homes even have a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are watching the Animal Planet right now. Usually it's jammed packed with dog training tips, contests, and vet shows. Right now however we are being submerged in the world 5 million, billion, something, something years ago, and also our planets impending doom. I guess at one time earth was like Venus with only water creatures alive and they were very bizarre. Did you know that our very first original ancestor was a fish type organism? It was the very first vertebrate on Earth!! Oh, and we are going to die by a Gamma Ray storm. We will be slowly incinerated if and when these Gamma ray storm thingies actually make it to Earth. Hmmmmm, slow incineration, ring any bells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, we worry about murderers, child molesters, evil children, but do we worry about these seemingly innocent avenues? I mean, this show is corruption at it's lowest and I thought Animal Planet was a somewhat safe channel. Good thing BB and DQ know the truth or elso they would be living their life in constant fear of the giant 500 lb scorpian that roamed the ocean floor and still may exist in the deepest darkest realms waiting to kill them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for your children tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-2220432912863070834?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2220432912863070834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=2220432912863070834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2220432912863070834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/2220432912863070834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-5767685615843710594</id><published>2009-02-10T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:13:17.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Words</title><content type='html'>All I'm asking is for her to understand two little words. Just two, no more. Is that really unreasonable? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike the dog, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am talking to my dog, no I have not lost my mind, but if she doesn't learn those two little words I just might!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-5767685615843710594?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5767685615843710594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=5767685615843710594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5767685615843710594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/5767685615843710594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-little-words.html' title='Two Little Words'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272135434233980919.post-4617417824566126355</id><published>2009-02-09T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:34:50.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gonna Cost What????????</title><content type='html'>So we were going to buy a home, then we went to the dentist. Instead we are fixing mouths!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is getting a deep clean with probing (?) done, then 4 root canals, and then a brige; oh and that's just the front of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB needs braces but we will wait to he grows a bunch more so that we won't need to repeat that expensive process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DQ, well she needs stuff done NOW!! They are going to start by spacing out her teeth for 6 months, then she will wear a permanent retainer till all her adult teeth are here,which with her history will take a few years. Once her adult teeth are in then she will get braces as well. Hmmmmm, Chiching!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now begin accepting donations......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272135434233980919-4617417824566126355?l=hworldadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4617417824566126355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272135434233980919&amp;postID=4617417824566126355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4617417824566126355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272135434233980919/posts/default/4617417824566126355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hworldadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-gonna-cost-what.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Cost What????????'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397577922752171631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
