<?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-3167350993170529578</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:07:54.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4374101434753904256</id><published>2009-11-11T19:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:36:18.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svtk93fFXhI/AAAAAAAABm4/1WEG8QXrZGg/s1600-h/100_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403023191990165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svtk93fFXhI/AAAAAAAABm4/1WEG8QXrZGg/s320/100_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvtkpTgPNpI/AAAAAAAABmw/LjkdEGUp668/s1600-h/100_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022838733944466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvtkpTgPNpI/AAAAAAAABmw/LjkdEGUp668/s320/100_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvtkEnzZaqI/AAAAAAAABmo/bggpD46pqtU/s1600-h/100_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022208527854242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvtkEnzZaqI/AAAAAAAABmo/bggpD46pqtU/s320/100_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEP, Scott asked who Charlie was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-4374101434753904256?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4374101434753904256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4374101434753904256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4374101434753904256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4374101434753904256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svtk93fFXhI/AAAAAAAABm4/1WEG8QXrZGg/s72-c/100_2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-6059718070513925258</id><published>2009-11-08T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:13:51.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diva's..........minus Ricky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvdAqEEvu1I/AAAAAAAABmg/Pdod-pxZ-bU/s1600-h/100_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401857369446529874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvdAqEEvu1I/AAAAAAAABmg/Pdod-pxZ-bU/s320/100_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Diva # 1, Elena, has been bff's with Diva #2, Brianna, (the girl with the straight hair) since kindergarten, and Diva # 3, Kelsey, (the girl with the white tank) since the 5th grade (that's when she moved here).  They spend way too much time together and Ricky loves being in the middle....................getting the first hand scoop on his upper classmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-6059718070513925258?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/6059718070513925258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=6059718070513925258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6059718070513925258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6059718070513925258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/11/divasminus-ricky.html' title='The Diva&apos;s..........minus Ricky'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SvdAqEEvu1I/AAAAAAAABmg/Pdod-pxZ-bU/s72-c/100_1945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3892519422430390979</id><published>2009-11-08T15:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:00:55.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allan Transformed.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svc95QyFJNI/AAAAAAAABmY/lXCYNVOP1ms/s1600-h/100_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401854332021056722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svc95QyFJNI/AAAAAAAABmY/lXCYNVOP1ms/s320/100_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svc9VuZSx8I/AAAAAAAABmQ/FRizf_qwlws/s1600-h/100_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401853721494865858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svc9VuZSx8I/AAAAAAAABmQ/FRizf_qwlws/s320/100_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Into a 4 year old on Oct. 4th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We celebrated his birthday at the lake.  Luckily, the rain held off til after the festivities were over.  He was thrilled his birthday had FINALLY arrived.  He had been asking the month prior could he have his birhtday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom:  Allan what would you like to do first, bust your pinata, blow out the candles on your cake or open presents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Allan:  Open PRESENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3892519422430390979?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3892519422430390979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3892519422430390979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3892519422430390979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3892519422430390979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/11/allan-transformed.html' title='Allan Transformed.............'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Svc95QyFJNI/AAAAAAAABmY/lXCYNVOP1ms/s72-c/100_1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4626112553301603819</id><published>2009-08-25T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:41:32.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCING MY NEW............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SpSEj1buVPI/AAAAAAAABlo/omDxRJz04as/s1600-h/100_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374066006533494002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SpSEj1buVPI/AAAAAAAABlo/omDxRJz04as/s320/100_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7th &amp;amp; 8th grader!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-4626112553301603819?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4626112553301603819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4626112553301603819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4626112553301603819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4626112553301603819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing-my-new.html' title='INTRODUCING MY NEW............................'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SpSEj1buVPI/AAAAAAAABlo/omDxRJz04as/s72-c/100_1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2687522655172117964</id><published>2009-06-01T19:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:37:27.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR5kzmOvjI/AAAAAAAABlg/dLRFNiex65Y/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342528731201060402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR5kzmOvjI/AAAAAAAABlg/dLRFNiex65Y/s320/100_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR5H8A36lI/AAAAAAAABlY/Et9b7Gi9lmg/s1600-h/100_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342528235244087890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR5H8A36lI/AAAAAAAABlY/Et9b7Gi9lmg/s320/100_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon had a baseball tourney this weekend in Benbrook.  Fortunately for Allan, Brandon played a few feet (within viewing distance of the game)  from a park.  Of course, when it was time to watch Brandon bat, I had to listen to Allan whine cause he had to walk away from his fun for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-2687522655172117964?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2687522655172117964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2687522655172117964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2687522655172117964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2687522655172117964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/06/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR5kzmOvjI/AAAAAAAABlg/dLRFNiex65Y/s72-c/100_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3416142112187225172</id><published>2009-06-01T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:19:30.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletic Awards Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR4qy8F4AI/AAAAAAAABlQ/lNw_BdXKdsQ/s1600-h/100_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342527734591905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR4qy8F4AI/AAAAAAAABlQ/lNw_BdXKdsQ/s320/100_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday night Elena had her athletic awards banquet.  Scott, Allan, Ricky, Brandon and I were all there to cheer her on.  We ate Colter's while we watched a slide show of sporting events throughout the school year.  Elena won three awards, Best Server for volleyball,  Best/Most Rebounds for basketball and an award for track.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-3416142112187225172?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3416142112187225172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3416142112187225172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3416142112187225172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3416142112187225172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/06/athletic-awards-banquet.html' title='Athletic Awards Banquet'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR4qy8F4AI/AAAAAAAABlQ/lNw_BdXKdsQ/s72-c/100_1329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2891295767054932297</id><published>2009-06-01T19:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:06:08.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranger Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR3VyKHRiI/AAAAAAAABlA/us_SZA711Qk/s1600-h/100_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342526274093401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR3VyKHRiI/AAAAAAAABlA/us_SZA711Qk/s320/100_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR21ThXsiI/AAAAAAAABk4/anNCKZ6WNu0/s1600-h/100_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342525716113633826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR21ThXsiI/AAAAAAAABk4/anNCKZ6WNu0/s320/100_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR2Y5R9cpI/AAAAAAAABkw/Ab12FnBMIPM/s1600-h/100_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342525228033340050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR2Y5R9cpI/AAAAAAAABkw/Ab12FnBMIPM/s320/100_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, our entire family went to the Ranger game.  At this particular game, they were giving away Kinsler jerseys.  My older kids rode with friends and arrived a couple of hours before us.  My three year old has to take a nap and to tell the truth his mom does too.  Anyway, not only didthey get jerseys, but they also got 'em signed by the pitcher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-2891295767054932297?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2891295767054932297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2891295767054932297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2891295767054932297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2891295767054932297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/06/ranger-game.html' title='Ranger Game'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SiR3VyKHRiI/AAAAAAAABlA/us_SZA711Qk/s72-c/100_1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4701647366582039493</id><published>2009-05-18T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:27:06.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a sissy lala</title><content type='html'>You will be amazed to read this just as I was amazed by seeing it with my own two eyes.  Last week, my "big boy" who is just 3 1/2 yrs old, he will turn 4 in October, learned and has mastered to ride his bike WITHOUT his training wheels!  I know I was impressed too.  Not only can he ride his bike now, like all the other kids in the neighborhood, but after a day of riding he was trying to jump the curb and do "tricks".  Today, he was trying to ride standing up! AND ride with his legs in the air! (I see ER visits in my future.)  His Dad is ready to get him a motorcycle.  (Over my dead body!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all occurred after one of his training wheels fell off his bike.  He wouldn't let Ricky put it back on.  So, he rode with just the one training wheel.  That didn't work out so well.  Ricky removed the other training wheel and he just took off.   I'm so proud.....................yet, so sad.  Wasn't it just yesterday when Scott and I brought him home from the hospital?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4701647366582039493?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4701647366582039493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4701647366582039493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4701647366582039493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4701647366582039493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-sissy-lala.html' title='Not a sissy lala'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2669815516209397563</id><published>2009-04-20T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:03:03.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bonnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Se0mQVANceI/AAAAAAAABko/kXIEuwe8xUA/s1600-h/IMG00473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955996206952930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Se0mQVANceI/AAAAAAAABko/kXIEuwe8xUA/s320/IMG00473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since the State flower has been in bloom this year, I have wanted to get the kids photo with them.  When I'm on the highway, I will scope out a spot that I think looks perfect.  Of course, the kids aren't usually with me or they aren't picture ready.  Just my luck................. and lucky for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while Scott and I went to Brandon's baseball tournament, Elena, Ricky and Allan stayed with my parents.  (They haven't done that in a long while.)  My parents took them to the lake for a few hours.  Ricky fished with my Dad and my brother, Theo.  (He was in heaven!)  Allan played with his cousin, Matthew, who he hasn't seen since Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena surprised and impressed me with this photo she took with her phone.  I know the kids have expressed to me they think taking pictures in the blue bonnets is cheesy, but it's a Texas thing, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2669815516209397563?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2669815516209397563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2669815516209397563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2669815516209397563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2669815516209397563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-bonnets.html' title='Blue Bonnets'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Se0mQVANceI/AAAAAAAABko/kXIEuwe8xUA/s72-c/IMG00473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5792263244073534858</id><published>2009-04-12T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:48:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIl6ZwE80I/AAAAAAAABkg/9pf8kEOwknc/s1600-h/100_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323859394780525378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIl6ZwE80I/AAAAAAAABkg/9pf8kEOwknc/s320/100_1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year Easter was spent with Scott's side of the family.  Mike and his family didn't make it this year from San Antonio.  As you can see, there are only two little ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena spent most of her time with the boys fishing.  Allan caught his first fish and Scott didn't have the camera handy.  Allan was super excited!  It was too small to keep though.  He said Papa made it bleed and didn't put a band aid on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left our house, I got Elena and Allan's baskets down from the closet.  My daughter questioned why I was getting hers downs and informed me she wouldn't be needing it.  She explained to me she was "too big" to hunt eggs.  Of course, when it was time to hunt eggs, she asked if she could use Allan's basket.  I reminded her of her own words.  Lorrie, my sister-in-law, had a loaner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIlSmhll_I/AAAAAAAABkY/W9T5zxMTPtI/s1600-h/100_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323858711014643698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIlSmhll_I/AAAAAAAABkY/W9T5zxMTPtI/s320/100_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIlDUXlNjI/AAAAAAAABkQ/OJtsfn9Okk0/s1600-h/100_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323858448442799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIlDUXlNjI/AAAAAAAABkQ/OJtsfn9Okk0/s320/100_1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIklHI-MLI/AAAAAAAABkI/S19TAGWswDs/s1600-h/100_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323857929495785650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIklHI-MLI/AAAAAAAABkI/S19TAGWswDs/s320/100_1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;(Allan with his blue stained face.)&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/3167350993170529578-5792263244073534858?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5792263244073534858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5792263244073534858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5792263244073534858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5792263244073534858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIl6ZwE80I/AAAAAAAABkg/9pf8kEOwknc/s72-c/100_1289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3142709172167031923</id><published>2009-04-12T12:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:25:07.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coloring eggs may cause blue face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIjCCoqIXI/AAAAAAAABkA/d0iLy3D40y0/s1600-h/100_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323856227479462258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIjCCoqIXI/AAAAAAAABkA/d0iLy3D40y0/s320/100_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIih0GgrKI/AAAAAAAABj4/HVEoROCCGR4/s1600-h/100_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323855673822325922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIih0GgrKI/AAAAAAAABj4/HVEoROCCGR4/s320/100_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-3142709172167031923?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3142709172167031923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3142709172167031923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3142709172167031923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3142709172167031923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SeIjCCoqIXI/AAAAAAAABkA/d0iLy3D40y0/s72-c/100_1239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-453666393613630207</id><published>2009-04-08T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:54:58.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Star Athelete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1LyP-kbdI/AAAAAAAABjw/nJhN3ITtBVs/s1600-h/100_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322493661276302802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1LyP-kbdI/AAAAAAAABjw/nJhN3ITtBVs/s320/100_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott and I are extremely proud of Elena. Last week, she won first place at her track meet. She threw the furthest at the shot put. We took her to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; of her choice, El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fenix&lt;/span&gt;, to celebrate. Today, was the district meet and she won 3rd out of 21 girls from seven different schools.  Beauty, brains and an athelete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-453666393613630207?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/453666393613630207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=453666393613630207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/453666393613630207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/453666393613630207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-athelete.html' title='The Star Athelete'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1LyP-kbdI/AAAAAAAABjw/nJhN3ITtBVs/s72-c/100_1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1912147378339068047</id><published>2009-04-08T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:09:29.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro PCS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1J68-nP2I/AAAAAAAABjg/ji_dujGtxCc/s1600-h/100_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322491611771780962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1J68-nP2I/AAAAAAAABjg/ji_dujGtxCc/s320/100_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I went to Opening Day at the Ranger Ballpark on Monday.  (No, Marla, we didn't freeze.  I was dressed like an Eskimo and we were in the sun.  It was actually pretty nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott:  Metro PCS doesn't suck.  Look!  They are a major sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  LMAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-1912147378339068047?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1912147378339068047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1912147378339068047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1912147378339068047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1912147378339068047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/metro-pcs.html' title='Metro PCS'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1J68-nP2I/AAAAAAAABjg/ji_dujGtxCc/s72-c/100_1222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1445396083137214174</id><published>2009-04-08T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:58:19.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1HJT_e0qI/AAAAAAAABjY/IS33AfsHmOQ/s1600-h/100_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322488559932723874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1HJT_e0qI/AAAAAAAABjY/IS33AfsHmOQ/s320/100_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky (12):  Mom, are you going to make Allan go visit the Easter Bunny when he is 13?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon (10) &amp;amp; Elena (13):  Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All three:  Then why are you making us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  If you don't take a picture, then the Easter Bunny won't bring you anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon:  That's o.k. with me (hoping to for some followers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky and Elena both go silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/3167350993170529578-1445396083137214174?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1445396083137214174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1445396083137214174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1445396083137214174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1445396083137214174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny.html' title='Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1HJT_e0qI/AAAAAAAABjY/IS33AfsHmOQ/s72-c/100_1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4694550883551033609</id><published>2009-04-08T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:48:37.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1FbbasL5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/YPe6uQqUTnM/s1600-h/100_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322486672140283794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1FbbasL5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/YPe6uQqUTnM/s320/100_1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only getting one if I can sit on big brother's lap.  &lt;div align="center"&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/3167350993170529578-4694550883551033609?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4694550883551033609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4694550883551033609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4694550883551033609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4694550883551033609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1FbbasL5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/YPe6uQqUTnM/s72-c/100_1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4552214509488206083</id><published>2009-03-31T20:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:41:35.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1D3XRHBZI/AAAAAAAABjI/SP0vdHFdxf4/s1600-h/100_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322484953039439250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1D3XRHBZI/AAAAAAAABjI/SP0vdHFdxf4/s320/100_1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Should put some lotion on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a long while, however, there hasn't been much time to with all my kids activities and "needs." Since, my last blogg, I turned a year older. AND I got an amwesome platinum, diamond ring which I picked out. Happy Birthday to me! Scott took me to my favorite resturant. You know where. Elena was invited to go, however, she declined and opted to stay with Molly, Allan's sitter. Scott was not very happy about her decision. She's 13! She doesn't want to hang with her parents. Scott also, bought me some Vera Wang perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents sent me cash and I bought new bedding for my room. I know...... didn't I just change it less than a year ago? I spend a majority of my time in my bedroom. I like it looking pretty. Am I the only one who change their bedding as often as I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan went to time out at big boy school for trying to choke his friend. He was provoked, had to have been. He didn't learn that at my house and we don't have cable. The one time that worked to my advantage. You hear that Robert Watson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all doing well. It seems as though Ricky as been away for the entire month at his other parent. However, just the two of us want for a walk and spent some quality time together, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon has started up with baseball season and Elena has been playing soccer and track.   I'll try to better about blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4552214509488206083?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4552214509488206083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4552214509488206083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4552214509488206083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4552214509488206083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sd1D3XRHBZI/AAAAAAAABjI/SP0vdHFdxf4/s72-c/100_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-63587157345376722</id><published>2009-03-14T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:24:22.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>I don't consider my self a superstitious person, however, Friday I experienced the karma that is attributed to it. It started out with the heat in the house. It quit working! Being it was only freezing cold outside, it couldn't have happened at a worse time. Who sells firewood in Texas with Spring being a week away?! Scott cut lumbar instead. It kept the living room warm til my knowledgeable brother, David, arrived with his expertise. Thank GOD! It's Friday, and usually you have to wait atleast 24 hours or after the weekend for a service call. I am so thankful! He made it operational until the part can be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other incident I shouldn't even blog about, but I am. I rear ended a car with my Expedition. Did I mention I only has three payments left to pay it off? This teen boy appeared as though he was going to go through the yellow light...................then decided against it. I tried to slam on my brakes, however, the roads where slippery from all the rain. I stopped with the thanks of his rear eand. We both get out of our vehicles and he says, "I don't see any damage. We can pull over and exchange info or we can go on our way." Okay, so hitting him was Friday the 13th ish, but the outcome was not what I expected. Thank you Jesus! There really wasn't any damage, just some chipping of paint. All is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention I had to be at work at 7:30?!................for a meeting about NOTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-63587157345376722?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/63587157345376722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=63587157345376722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/63587157345376722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/63587157345376722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-8320786052602338741</id><published>2009-03-03T18:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:32:43.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 YEARS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Scott and I married 7 years ago today!  (My, how time has flown!)  It's the best thing I have ever done!  Friday night, we secured a babysitter for Allan, a girl who helps watch him during the day, Molly.  We rarely leave him with anyone.  He asked, "Why you leaving me? You gonna come back?"  He stayed up for us til we came back home, which was 11:30 P.M.  Pretty late for an old married couple!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our favorite restaurant to celebrate, Benihana's.  And, if you are one of my close girlfriends you know where we went next.  ;)  We had a great time!   That was my gift to him along with an under the cabinet tv/radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I came home to a card and a gold bag on the center of our dining table.  I had a hunch of what was in the bag.  It's a bag I have become familiar with because it's from a jewelry store he shops at for me.  According to him, since he has run out of places to put jewelry on me, he bought me a gold ankle bracelet.  I have never owned one before.  I asked him if he was going to get me a toe ring next.  LOL!       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-8320786052602338741?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8320786052602338741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=8320786052602338741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8320786052602338741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8320786052602338741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-years.html' title='7 YEARS!!!!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3724845909829109424</id><published>2009-03-01T19:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:08:18.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Texting Position</title><content type='html'>Elena is afraid she might miss a beat. Scott wakes up at 4 A.M. to prepare for work. When he wakes up, he makes his rounds checking on the kids. When he went to check up on our teen daughter, this was the position he found her in. What could be so important?! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sas9Vx3bvVI/AAAAAAAABjA/0dqBSP45d8k/s1600-h/100_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308404030158650706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sas9Vx3bvVI/AAAAAAAABjA/0dqBSP45d8k/s320/100_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sas8_vCl97I/AAAAAAAABi4/j10RuFEujZo/s1600-h/100_1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308403651443029938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sas8_vCl97I/AAAAAAAABi4/j10RuFEujZo/s320/100_1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note:  She does have pillow covers, however, I guess she is waiting for Mom to put them on.  LOL! &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/3167350993170529578-3724845909829109424?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3724845909829109424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3724845909829109424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3724845909829109424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3724845909829109424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/03/texting-position.html' title='The Texting Position'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/Sas9Vx3bvVI/AAAAAAAABjA/0dqBSP45d8k/s72-c/100_1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3583049519242737880</id><published>2009-02-23T20:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:59:09.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is wrong with this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNgw2-seSI/AAAAAAAABig/rrIsSLJJ4NU/s1600-h/100_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191178481039650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNgw2-seSI/AAAAAAAABig/rrIsSLJJ4NU/s320/100_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, do you notice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNgDsC3CFI/AAAAAAAABiY/t06vRlqQetU/s1600-h/100_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306190402451605586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNgDsC3CFI/AAAAAAAABiY/t06vRlqQetU/s320/100_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNfURpuObI/AAAAAAAABiQ/UysMkbDC6Sk/s1600-h/100_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happens when Dad lets you get dressed for school on your own. This is actually how he went. No one noticed til it was time for a potty break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-3583049519242737880?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3583049519242737880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3583049519242737880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3583049519242737880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3583049519242737880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-independent.html' title='Mr. Independent'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNgw2-seSI/AAAAAAAABig/rrIsSLJJ4NU/s72-c/100_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-793521639876268483</id><published>2009-02-23T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:04:44.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allan got to ride a "holucoptur," while envious big brother looks on and my other baby joins the action.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNb9lwjvTI/AAAAAAAABiA/TTk_QcffOJo/s1600-h/100_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185899638504754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNb9lwjvTI/AAAAAAAABiA/TTk_QcffOJo/s320/100_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNa0XKKilI/AAAAAAAABh4/O6DRuZZI_uE/s1600-h/100_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306184641588922962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNa0XKKilI/AAAAAAAABh4/O6DRuZZI_uE/s320/100_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNZ5odhIyI/AAAAAAAABhw/TYgZSjUgojQ/s1600-h/100_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306183632621216546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNZ5odhIyI/AAAAAAAABhw/TYgZSjUgojQ/s320/100_1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-793521639876268483?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/793521639876268483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=793521639876268483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/793521639876268483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/793521639876268483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-mall.html' title='At the mall'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SaNb9lwjvTI/AAAAAAAABiA/TTk_QcffOJo/s72-c/100_1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5315667480047860256</id><published>2009-02-12T19:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:12:57.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back AGAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>Because I married the sickest man on earth!  And, I mean that in the most loving manner.  Earlier this year, (January) Scott, was diagnosed with the flu.  He had both A &amp;amp; B.  He laid on the bed/couch miserably!  I was miserable too..................... listening too ALL the coughing, hacking, moaning and groaning.  Now here we are a month later, and he has it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are not like women when it comes to being ill.  We still have to continue with our daily routine.  You know getting the kids ready for school, making meals, being the taxi, etc.  Our kids don't care or wait for MOM to feel better.  However, men, that is a different story.............everything must wait.  Does anyone feel my pain?!  I have to deal with it AGAIN!!!  I tried to get him to go to the doctor or allow me to perform the flu test on him.  He said all macho, "I don't have that!" Well, well, well!  What do I know?!  Here goes round two!!!  Pray for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-5315667480047860256?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5315667480047860256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5315667480047860256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5315667480047860256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5315667480047860256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-again.html' title='Back AGAIN!!!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3639117750246044201</id><published>2009-02-08T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:01:32.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9hEBb_R0I/AAAAAAAABhg/U5SzGTwdm2s/s1600-h/100_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300562008171562818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9hEBb_R0I/AAAAAAAABhg/U5SzGTwdm2s/s320/100_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I told Scott he bought me, after the fact. Anyway, I have never really been into pricey, designer hand bags. However, for what ever reason, I've had this notion in my head that I wanted an authentic Coach purse. AND............I finally bought myself one. I know it's not the style everyone is toting, but I'm not one to do what every one else does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3639117750246044201?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3639117750246044201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3639117750246044201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3639117750246044201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3639117750246044201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentines-day-gift.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9hEBb_R0I/AAAAAAAABhg/U5SzGTwdm2s/s72-c/100_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2732618174160727282</id><published>2009-02-08T16:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:53:03.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9-T82DRGI/AAAAAAAABho/HISQroxkJI0/s1600-h/100_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300594167653811298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9-T82DRGI/AAAAAAAABho/HISQroxkJI0/s320/100_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our shed in the backyard, which is the kids play house, it is equipped with a/c, t.v, and fridge, Allan made a discovery. He hasn't really been allowed to enter the older kids domain until recently. That is when he made his discovery of the kids toys from previous years. He discovered toy heaven! He is amazed with his findings, and I am happy I haven't had to purchase toys for Allan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9co76ZceI/AAAAAAAABhQ/mLQrS1QFo5g/s1600-h/100_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300557144785514978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9co76ZceI/AAAAAAAABhQ/mLQrS1QFo5g/s320/100_1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9cJHrlcLI/AAAAAAAABhI/HMlE-1TWtuc/s1600-h/100_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300556598188798130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9cJHrlcLI/AAAAAAAABhI/HMlE-1TWtuc/s320/100_1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9bZGTP-QI/AAAAAAAABhA/oRDlEqQKTtA/s1600-h/100_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300555773184571650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9bZGTP-QI/AAAAAAAABhA/oRDlEqQKTtA/s320/100_1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2732618174160727282?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2732618174160727282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2732618174160727282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2732618174160727282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2732618174160727282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/02/recycling.html' title='Recycling'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY9-T82DRGI/AAAAAAAABho/HISQroxkJI0/s72-c/100_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7649711760284355450</id><published>2009-02-07T19:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:15:50.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Affair</title><content type='html'>So I am a week late posting this.  Last Saturday afternoon my entire family met at Joe's Crab Shack in Cedar Hill (Poor server!)  to surprise my dad for his birthday.  He was not expecting all of us to be there.  He thought he was just going out to eat with my mom and sister cause they were hungry.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY476iJFIVI/AAAAAAAABg4/AMAF6rxaeK4/s1600-h/100_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300239688244994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY476iJFIVI/AAAAAAAABg4/AMAF6rxaeK4/s320/100_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY47fOGCizI/AAAAAAAABgw/OmkfTZ_lj14/s1600-h/100_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300239219007064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY47fOGCizI/AAAAAAAABgw/OmkfTZ_lj14/s320/100_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, we all went to my bro and sister-in-laws house, Theo and Jennifer, for cake and ice cream.  I made my Dad's fave, German chocolate.  For entertainment, some played Guitar Hero.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY463MF8YqI/AAAAAAAABgo/S1ffY8SYNoo/s1600-h/100_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300238531275023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY463MF8YqI/AAAAAAAABgo/S1ffY8SYNoo/s320/100_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricky rockin' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY45_GKVatI/AAAAAAAABgg/F_3zUZJXD5c/s1600-h/100_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300237567610153682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY45_GKVatI/AAAAAAAABgg/F_3zUZJXD5c/s320/100_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elena also rockin' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY45F5qCOkI/AAAAAAAABgY/HS6hNlMvGK0/s1600-h/100_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300236585000909378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY45F5qCOkI/AAAAAAAABgY/HS6hNlMvGK0/s320/100_1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out Allan.  He couldn't take the loudness or maybe it was someones inability to carry a tune?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY44KyhtICI/AAAAAAAABgQ/f_ei1vcKHvc/s1600-h/100_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300235569474641954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY44KyhtICI/AAAAAAAABgQ/f_ei1vcKHvc/s320/100_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan deciding to join his bro (who really can carry a tune).  Allan was upset when it was time to turn the mic to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7649711760284355450?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7649711760284355450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7649711760284355450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7649711760284355450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7649711760284355450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-affair.html' title='Family Affair'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SY476iJFIVI/AAAAAAAABg4/AMAF6rxaeK4/s72-c/100_1078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2724544343603727709</id><published>2009-01-29T18:49:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:46:55.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ricky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ricky turned &lt;strong&gt;12 &lt;/strong&gt;today!  We celebrated yesterday by going to the place of his choice, Dave and Busters.  An extra bonus was having the day off from school because of the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJW8WOuzBI/AAAAAAAABgI/pP13jHQ4egI/s1600-h/100_1038.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296891706500631570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJW8WOuzBI/AAAAAAAABgI/pP13jHQ4egI/s320/100_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJU8NUAeYI/AAAAAAAABf4/Otm4-11AcZ8/s1600-h/100_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296889505083586946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJU8NUAeYI/AAAAAAAABf4/Otm4-11AcZ8/s320/100_1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of three games Allan can play.  He was annoyed Elena wouldn't leave him in peace and allow him to play alone.  She wanted to maximize her tickets.......not a concern of Allan's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJUQAYDkyI/AAAAAAAABfw/ioC9fweoBGs/s1600-h/100_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888745696662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJUQAYDkyI/AAAAAAAABfw/ioC9fweoBGs/s320/100_1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having to problem solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJTwb8KMuI/AAAAAAAABfo/Xqa9g4OWS6M/s1600-h/100_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888203340034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJTwb8KMuI/AAAAAAAABfo/Xqa9g4OWS6M/s320/100_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJS5GhjY_I/AAAAAAAABfg/8dokSW5sQjU/s1600-h/100_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296887252698489842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJS5GhjY_I/AAAAAAAABfg/8dokSW5sQjU/s320/100_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJRHbRdRZI/AAAAAAAABfY/udwTNJbrHlk/s1600-h/100_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296885299763037586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJRHbRdRZI/AAAAAAAABfY/udwTNJbrHlk/s320/100_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those gourmet cupcakes (and Allan's excitement).  They were yummy too!  And, yes I made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJPzrLTi-I/AAAAAAAABfQ/iUXkEROxJJc/s1600-h/100_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883860923190242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJPzrLTi-I/AAAAAAAABfQ/iUXkEROxJJc/s320/100_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricky blocking Allan from trying to make a wish on his behalf.  Allan had been looking forward to blowing out the candle all day.  He wanted to know when he could have his birthday again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJPgdO-KoI/AAAAAAAABfI/GhqdqCw2aUQ/s1600-h/100_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883530762955394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJPgdO-KoI/AAAAAAAABfI/GhqdqCw2aUQ/s320/100_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading his b-day card from Mama and Papa Ocanas and happy to receive cash, since he is in Elena's club, broke.  He received a card in the mail from his bonus grandparents today as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJPKs2mN9I/AAAAAAAABfA/OnqC2q-P06w/s1600-h/100_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883156998567890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJPKs2mN9I/AAAAAAAABfA/OnqC2q-P06w/s320/100_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the happiness of FINALLY receiving the gift he has wanted since before Christmas, an Ipod Nano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJOwAKEyvI/AAAAAAAABe4/rxx04SStOe8/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296882698324069106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJOwAKEyvI/AAAAAAAABe4/rxx04SStOe8/s320/100_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ricky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Elena was jealous because I took a pic with Ricky on his b-day and I didn't take one with her on her b-day. I was the photographer on her b-day.  Allan didn't like the fact I was hugging Ricky.  He said, "I your baby!"  Brandon didn't say anything cause he didn't witness it.  I love that I am so loved!)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2724544343603727709?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2724544343603727709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2724544343603727709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2724544343603727709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2724544343603727709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-ricky.html' title='Happy Birthday Ricky!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SYJW8WOuzBI/AAAAAAAABgI/pP13jHQ4egI/s72-c/100_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2790913880420602548</id><published>2009-01-29T18:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:42:24.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, marked my one year blogging anniversary. It's been a great way to keep my family and friends posted with my life.  Also, it's a awesome way to document the days of everyday life for my children to someday look back and reflect. Thank you all for being interested in Super Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2790913880420602548?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2790913880420602548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2790913880420602548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2790913880420602548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2790913880420602548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a year!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-8457845450167528939</id><published>2009-01-26T15:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:16:13.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Marla,</title><content type='html'>Marla,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned to see a few new postings on your blog. Welcome back!! There for a while I stopped checking. I did know where to find you though. As your friend, I must agree with you that you do have an addition. You need to join a support group. LOL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-8457845450167528939?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8457845450167528939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=8457845450167528939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8457845450167528939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8457845450167528939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-marla.html' title='To Marla,'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7642401211851854003</id><published>2009-01-26T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:14:53.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SX4syexuFjI/AAAAAAAABew/fWjJvoG1S04/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295719457600968242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SX4syexuFjI/AAAAAAAABew/fWjJvoG1S04/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, was my Dad's b-day. I called him on his cell to wish him a happy one, however, he didn't answer............like always! It takes me back to when I lived at home and the land line would ring, my Dad could be sitting right next to the phone and he wouldn't answer. He said it wasn't for him anyway. This time he has a cell, but he must have assumed it was one of his employees. Anyway, I love you Dad and I hope you had a great b-day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7642401211851854003?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7642401211851854003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7642401211851854003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7642401211851854003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7642401211851854003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday DAD!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SX4syexuFjI/AAAAAAAABew/fWjJvoG1S04/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7739627795073115518</id><published>2009-01-18T09:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:14:16.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Mommy's Friends..........</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, Mommy drove to the other side of the world to visit two of her good friends.  Mrs. Gina lives in Wylie.  She's mommy's bff  and Mrs. Marla lives in Sachse.  She and mommy have known eachother for over eight years.  Mommy and Mrs. Gina  talked for hours, never a moment of silence.  They where as if they hadn't seen or spoken to each other in ages.  Mommy said time flew and there was still a lot they didn't about.  WOMEN!  While they talked I played with toy's.  Mrs. Gina had Buz Light Year and Woody!  I was a little afraid of her daughter, Dayden.  I'm like my daddy and don't talk to girls that are not related to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gina treated us to lunch at Chilli's.  Thank you so much!  Elena was thrilled to go there.  It made up for not going and staying with Mama Ocanas.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNQV2xrlnI/AAAAAAAABds/5Rote8JmqhE/s1600-h/100_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662323501831794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNQV2xrlnI/AAAAAAAABds/5Rote8JmqhE/s320/100_1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNQGMSnRxI/AAAAAAAABdk/Y6h0F4J8JUA/s1600-h/100_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662054399198994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNQGMSnRxI/AAAAAAAABdk/Y6h0F4J8JUA/s320/100_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we visited with Mrs. Gina, we went to see Mrs. Marla.  She had a baby a day before my birthday.  Her baby shower gift has been sitting on our hutch collecting dust since October.  Daddy said we should get it to her before Emma turns three.  My daddy, he's so funny!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pebbles, the dog, freighted me!  I screamed and cried.  Mommy was calm though and didn't freak out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was there, I played with Josh.  We made a fort and played with toy guns.  Mommy was amazed I knew what to do with it.  Silly Mommy!  It's natural!  I'm a B.O.Y.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNPWJik9UI/AAAAAAAABdc/-ip7HVeDG0Q/s1600-h/100_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292661229027128642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNPWJik9UI/AAAAAAAABdc/-ip7HVeDG0Q/s320/100_1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNPG4yU7QI/AAAAAAAABdU/v63GagRMyA0/s1600-h/100_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292660966831746306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNPG4yU7QI/AAAAAAAABdU/v63GagRMyA0/s320/100_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNOiiIoKoI/AAAAAAAABdM/Einl8gkkkNw/s1600-h/100_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292660342275975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNOiiIoKoI/AAAAAAAABdM/Einl8gkkkNw/s320/100_1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNN5UtkWqI/AAAAAAAABdE/zJQ9BqN_RYU/s1600-h/100_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292659634298182306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNN5UtkWqI/AAAAAAAABdE/zJQ9BqN_RYU/s320/100_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hadn't napped all day.  On the way home, I zonked out!  I was so worn out!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-7739627795073115518?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7739627795073115518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7739627795073115518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7739627795073115518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7739627795073115518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/visiting-mommys-friends.html' title='Visiting Mommy&apos;s Friends..........'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SXNQV2xrlnI/AAAAAAAABds/5Rote8JmqhE/s72-c/100_1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2466274737005963607</id><published>2009-01-08T19:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:57:43.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Aunt &amp; Uncle.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWaueUaNlyI/AAAAAAAABc8/SKKarrXRig4/s1600-h/100_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289106648291186466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWaueUaNlyI/AAAAAAAABc8/SKKarrXRig4/s320/100_0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWasembEHcI/AAAAAAAABc0/p1i4JzIOPRs/s1600-h/100_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-2466274737005963607?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2466274737005963607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2466274737005963607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2466274737005963607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2466274737005963607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-aunt-uncle.html' title='To my Aunt &amp; Uncle.........'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWaueUaNlyI/AAAAAAAABc8/SKKarrXRig4/s72-c/100_0915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4982338572044479215</id><published>2009-01-04T19:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:19:50.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me &amp; the boy</title><content type='html'>Friday, Scott and Allan where by Six Flags and Allan cried because he couldn't go.  Allan told me all about it when I arrived from work, which was about 1.  So when we woke up from our nap, I took him.  He was so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFq9wLxcUI/AAAAAAAABck/_j986ZmAsPU/s1600-h/100_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287625046648516930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFq9wLxcUI/AAAAAAAABck/_j986ZmAsPU/s320/100_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as we went through the gate, he said he wanted to ride the horsey.  AND.....he didn't want me to hold him or touch the horse because "He's a big boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFqdGuYYdI/AAAAAAAABcc/quQY-JBmsew/s1600-h/100_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFqQIJmuhI/AAAAAAAABcU/MyQeiny7w3k/s1600-h/100_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287624262807894546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFqQIJmuhI/AAAAAAAABcU/MyQeiny7w3k/s320/100_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFpt6CP75I/AAAAAAAABcM/14C_Q76nGiY/s1600-h/100_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287623674903392146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFpt6CP75I/AAAAAAAABcM/14C_Q76nGiY/s320/100_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFosEEws5I/AAAAAAAABcE/7guVA7UleE0/s1600-h/100_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287622543726916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFosEEws5I/AAAAAAAABcE/7guVA7UleE0/s320/100_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rode this three time!  He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFnnEo9KRI/AAAAAAAABb8/11GbniBRkek/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287621358467754258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFnnEo9KRI/AAAAAAAABb8/11GbniBRkek/s320/100_1011.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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He had to have his pic taken with the snowman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-4982338572044479215?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4982338572044479215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4982338572044479215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4982338572044479215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4982338572044479215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-me-boy.html' title='Just me &amp; the boy'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SWFq9wLxcUI/AAAAAAAABck/_j986ZmAsPU/s72-c/100_1002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2559797234822093401</id><published>2009-01-01T20:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:40:05.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SV14xk63TLI/AAAAAAAABb0/HiUwFixCWTw/s1600-h/100_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286514330722323634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SV14xk63TLI/AAAAAAAABb0/HiUwFixCWTw/s320/100_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new year's resolution this year is to spend at least once a month visiting a friend. Today, I visited my friend from high school, Laura. I haven't seen her in about 8 years. Her two year old daughter, Skylar, was diagnosed with a fast growing form of leukemia called Burkitts on July 31. Sadly, she passed away September 28. Two weeks prior to Skylar's diagnosis, her 1 year old, Addison, had her second surgery to repair her cleft palate. During that time, Laura's mother, was in an auto accident and injured her foot and broke her sternum. I hope 2009 is a better year for her and her family. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We enjoyed the day at her home visiting, eating and playing the Wii. It was the first time, I have ever played and it was SO fun. I think I might invest in purchasing one for me. It would be a great for of entertainment and involvement for my entire family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2559797234822093401?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2559797234822093401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2559797234822093401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2559797234822093401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2559797234822093401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SV14xk63TLI/AAAAAAAABb0/HiUwFixCWTw/s72-c/100_0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3880354232212837308</id><published>2008-12-28T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:35:52.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfUAGiT0kI/AAAAAAAABbs/jDh9Sru32aE/s1600-h/100_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284925785962172994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfUAGiT0kI/AAAAAAAABbs/jDh9Sru32aE/s320/100_0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My parents gave Allan this pair of pjs as one of his gifts for Christmas and he LOVES them.  He was a fan of pjs prior to this pair.  This is his new favorite.  It was tough to decide between this pair and his spiderman light up pjs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfTdzqWMkI/AAAAAAAABbk/JTFmsl6Ti_I/s1600-h/100_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfTMFsbhkI/AAAAAAAABbc/9cPl201mhM4/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284924892382987842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfTMFsbhkI/AAAAAAAABbc/9cPl201mhM4/s320/100_0977.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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfTMFsbhkI/AAAAAAAABbc/9cPl201mhM4/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-3880354232212837308?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3880354232212837308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3880354232212837308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3880354232212837308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3880354232212837308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-hero.html' title='Super Hero'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVfUAGiT0kI/AAAAAAAABbs/jDh9Sru32aE/s72-c/100_0976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7232166853222730246</id><published>2008-12-27T11:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:09:12.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time has Come.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZqBrLPoaI/AAAAAAAABbU/qNU7h8iNrbw/s1600-h/d5eb6a97-adaf-11dd-afe1-0015172f3d24w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284527789768155554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZqBrLPoaI/AAAAAAAABbU/qNU7h8iNrbw/s320/d5eb6a97-adaf-11dd-afe1-0015172f3d24w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Elena is officially a TEENAGER!!!  She turned  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on Dec. 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated her birthday day on Christmas Eve Day.  She wanted to go to Dave &amp;amp; Buster's, the adult Chuck E. Cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZn0tiMszI/AAAAAAAABbM/PXTTacQ46Fw/s1600-h/100_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284525368039748402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZn0tiMszI/AAAAAAAABbM/PXTTacQ46Fw/s320/100_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any games appropriate for Allan's size.  He's a smart one, though.  &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZnTiq7bBI/AAAAAAAABbE/Bw8a-croMO4/s1600-h/100_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284524798187891730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZnTiq7bBI/AAAAAAAABbE/Bw8a-croMO4/s320/100_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boy I had to keep an eye on per Scott.  He witnessed him giving Elena a handful of tickets....................maybe he way just being nice.  Scott wouldn't accept that. &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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZmhBuPd2I/AAAAAAAABa8/JMx277cFeZ4/s1600-h/100_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284523930349959010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZmhBuPd2I/AAAAAAAABa8/JMx277cFeZ4/s320/100_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena &amp;amp; Ricky focused!&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/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZkawuzbVI/AAAAAAAABa0/A4LugM3xNmc/s1600-h/100_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521623686442322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZkawuzbVI/AAAAAAAABa0/A4LugM3xNmc/s320/100_0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bran made 4 baskets.&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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZkAr4Nr0I/AAAAAAAABas/q67zLMxGN38/s1600-h/100_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521175707135810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZkAr4Nr0I/AAAAAAAABas/q67zLMxGN38/s320/100_0890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZjaOdpvhI/AAAAAAAABak/1UPfDUeEn7c/s1600-h/100_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520514976071186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZjaOdpvhI/AAAAAAAABak/1UPfDUeEn7c/s320/100_0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan trying to be like his older siblings.&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZjEkrHMSI/AAAAAAAABac/LOcaGfr_FgM/s1600-h/100_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520142980985122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZjEkrHMSI/AAAAAAAABac/LOcaGfr_FgM/s320/100_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of Elena's birthday we celebrated with homemade cupcakes.  Allan was extremely excited!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZiUVpe69I/AAAAAAAABaU/hLUrDtrPxnA/s1600-h/100_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284519314313898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZiUVpe69I/AAAAAAAABaU/hLUrDtrPxnA/s320/100_0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elena recieved a volleyball charm for her James Avery charm bracelet.  She has another charm on the way.  (Scott is looking for a #1 champ.)   Scott gave this bracelet to Elena when she was in the 1st grade.  Every charm represents something meaningful in Elena's life.  Scott is very thoughtful.  This year Elena misplaced the bracelet.  She thought she had lost it.  She and Scott both were flipping out because of the sentimental value.  However, I found it.  (You know how kids and husbands "look".)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-7232166853222730246?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7232166853222730246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7232166853222730246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7232166853222730246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7232166853222730246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-has-come.html' title='The Time has Come.....................'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZqBrLPoaI/AAAAAAAABbU/qNU7h8iNrbw/s72-c/d5eb6a97-adaf-11dd-afe1-0015172f3d24w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4874907682170188511</id><published>2008-12-27T10:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:00:51.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My in-laws don't live close to any retail stores, &amp;amp; my-mother-law HATES  shopping.  This year she tried online shopping for the first time.  All the grandkids received gifts from National Geographics.  Ricky received a flying UFO, Brandon a robot, Allan a remote control tarantula &amp;amp; a pretend traveling kit, and Elena received beaded rings from a foreign country.  They were all interesting gifts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZcxlRulRI/AAAAAAAABaM/MUb0VBrgzRM/s1600-h/100_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284513219655669010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZcxlRulRI/AAAAAAAABaM/MUb0VBrgzRM/s320/100_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew Nathan, Ricky &amp;amp; Bran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZcenaw1FI/AAAAAAAABaE/Exii3bD1MX8/s1600-h/100_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284512893812921426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZcenaw1FI/AAAAAAAABaE/Exii3bD1MX8/s320/100_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZa5Q7mp8I/AAAAAAAABZ8/LrJQUdNB7fc/s1600-h/100_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284511152609863618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZa5Q7mp8I/AAAAAAAABZ8/LrJQUdNB7fc/s320/100_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Allan loves Bran's robot, which Bran hid under the bed. &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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZaXaQq02I/AAAAAAAABZ0/qgpnIS_O910/s1600-h/100_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284510570998584162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZaXaQq02I/AAAAAAAABZ0/qgpnIS_O910/s320/100_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew Micah in his moon shoes.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4874907682170188511?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4874907682170188511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4874907682170188511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4874907682170188511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4874907682170188511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/online-shopping.html' title='Online Shopping'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZcxlRulRI/AAAAAAAABaM/MUb0VBrgzRM/s72-c/100_0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5672974836172607729</id><published>2008-12-27T09:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:29:21.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>My parents Mingo &amp;amp; Linda&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZWgmH-IQI/AAAAAAAABZs/6Utp47IHdNw/s1600-h/100_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506330755637506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZWgmH-IQI/AAAAAAAABZs/6Utp47IHdNw/s320/100_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZRbmoItOI/AAAAAAAABZk/OD-d0YpoIuw/s1600-h/100_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500747433063650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZRbmoItOI/AAAAAAAABZk/OD-d0YpoIuw/s320/100_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    My bro Benny &amp;amp; his two kids, Julius &amp;amp; Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZQ9CNMN1I/AAAAAAAABZc/vc-mYLOjm-o/s1600-h/100_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500222260295506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZQ9CNMN1I/AAAAAAAABZc/vc-mYLOjm-o/s320/100_0912.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;My bro Theo, nephew Matthew &amp;amp; sister-in-law, Jennifer&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZQqi9GnuI/AAAAAAAABZU/DNfeqJVvkg8/s1600-h/100_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499904633675490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZQqi9GnuI/AAAAAAAABZU/DNfeqJVvkg8/s320/100_0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Uncle Bill, fave Aunt Olivia, hilarious cousin James &amp;amp; his g friend Courtney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZPxyn1doI/AAAAAAAABZM/CSaGH_XuS6U/s1600-h/100_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284498929586894466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZPxyn1doI/AAAAAAAABZM/CSaGH_XuS6U/s320/100_0917.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZPhWBwDuI/AAAAAAAABZE/nkP6LE36bac/s1600-h/100_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro David and his wife Amie.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZPKCc8LLI/AAAAAAAABY8/gtkCvzAtjo4/s1600-h/100_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284498246641396914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZPKCc8LLI/AAAAAAAABY8/gtkCvzAtjo4/s320/100_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma Delgado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZOj7TTT6I/AAAAAAAABY0/IO2bUX_HPVQ/s1600-h/100_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284497591886892962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZOj7TTT6I/AAAAAAAABY0/IO2bUX_HPVQ/s320/100_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis Irene &amp;amp; her two kids, Jacob &amp;amp; Marissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZOOue4LFI/AAAAAAAABYs/-cmgmBQqXsM/s1600-h/100_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284497227668532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZOOue4LFI/AAAAAAAABYs/-cmgmBQqXsM/s320/100_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to Christmas Eve to spend time with my family. Although, we live fairly close, I don't see them very often. I especially look forward to the yummy homemade food. We had Mexican this year, enchiladas and tamales. :) My sister-in-law, Amie, made homemade desserts. My favorites were the truffles, brownies, chocolate covered pecans, and puppy chow. This year was one of my favorites. I had all of my kids to enjoy it with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-5672974836172607729?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5672974836172607729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5672974836172607729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5672974836172607729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5672974836172607729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVZWgmH-IQI/AAAAAAAABZs/6Utp47IHdNw/s72-c/100_0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5750327511742841956</id><published>2008-12-25T19:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:08:38.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Our Family To Yours....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVQtuXRZjgI/AAAAAAAABYk/m6-IZlZ7_W8/s1600-h/100_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283898537356660226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVQtuXRZjgI/AAAAAAAABYk/m6-IZlZ7_W8/s320/100_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-5750327511742841956?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5750327511742841956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5750327511742841956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5750327511742841956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5750327511742841956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-our-family-to-yours.html' title='From Our Family To Yours....................'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SVQtuXRZjgI/AAAAAAAABYk/m6-IZlZ7_W8/s72-c/100_0927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7738840892199403729</id><published>2008-12-21T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:55:37.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU5t66AcVGI/AAAAAAAABYc/fkkbAgdrUU4/s1600-h/100_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282280271723123810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU5t66AcVGI/AAAAAAAABYc/fkkbAgdrUU4/s320/100_0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU5tX4niMbI/AAAAAAAABYU/wBB8q2SClPc/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282279670054793650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU5tX4niMbI/AAAAAAAABYU/wBB8q2SClPc/s320/100_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated Christmas Saturday morning.  With a blended family it's difficult to establish and be consistent with a tradition.  However, I decided since this is our year for the kids to be with us first, (and they know the truth about Santa............with the exception of Allan) we would celebrate early so they could enjoy their gifts.  Elena, Ricky and Brandon were totally off guard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott and I woke them all up at 7 A.M.  (What a switch!)  I wanted to be certain they were awake before Allan.  When they saw gifts under the tree they didn't mind being up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big gift for the big three was a Play Station III.  I'm not into video games, but in casual conversation they indicated their preference over the Wii.  (I had already purched the Wii, before I knew.  A friend bought it from me though.)  I thought they would prefer the Wii, since they have a Play Station II.  What do I know?!         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allan loved his police motorcycle!  Notice the gloves.  He LOVES his Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all sat at the dinner table and had Christmas lunch on "real" plates.  Scott and I made ham, green beans, mashed potatoes, corn and rolls.  The kids cleaned the kitchen up afterwards.  We enjoyed the rest of the day just being a family, which is something we have never really had the opportunity to do at Christmas time.  During the holiday season we are busy rushing to get to the next family's house to celebrate.  (Gotta keep the parents happy!  They want to see their grandbabies.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I received gifts as a child at Christmas.  I do remember a few memorable items.  I still have a gold necklace my parents gave me.  However, the thing I remember and cherish most is spending time with my family and eating good food.  I want those same memories for my children.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-7738840892199403729?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7738840892199403729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7738840892199403729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7738840892199403729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7738840892199403729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-christmas-tradition.html' title='New Christmas Tradition'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU5t66AcVGI/AAAAAAAABYc/fkkbAgdrUU4/s72-c/100_0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-8467388336924050651</id><published>2008-12-20T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:01:12.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU2tPYiy70I/AAAAAAAABYM/iD1BtVXTQ54/s1600-h/100_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282068417773498178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU2tPYiy70I/AAAAAAAABYM/iD1BtVXTQ54/s320/100_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday afternoon I took all the kids to see Santa at the mall.  We arrived at 4:20 and had to return at 6:00 P.M. because we didn't make the cut-off for the line.  I was NOT happy about that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elena being the "too cool" for visiting with Santa tween, did not want to have to visit with him.  Brandon on the other hand, was just as eager as the rest of the little kids standing in line.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was afraid Allan would not be receptive of Santa.  Last year, he cried.  However, he was the first to walk up to him and sit on his lap.  (He's stealing Brandon's thunder.)  Of course, he just stared and smiled at him.  He didn't speak a word.  Later, Allan told me he wanted Santa to bring him presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky asked for an Ipod Nano.  Brandon originally told Santa he didn't know what he wanted.  After a second though, he said he wanted a flat screen.  Elena asked for money.  All items they aren't going to see under the tree.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/3167350993170529578-8467388336924050651?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8467388336924050651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=8467388336924050651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8467388336924050651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8467388336924050651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU2tPYiy70I/AAAAAAAABYM/iD1BtVXTQ54/s72-c/100_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4452678682839504124</id><published>2008-12-20T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:36:11.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU2qLoQUD-I/AAAAAAAABYE/NwEuNeokdtU/s1600-h/100_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282065054736584674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU2qLoQUD-I/AAAAAAAABYE/NwEuNeokdtU/s320/100_0855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott started a fire last week when it was 29 degrees last week.  Allan was extremely fascinated.  I had to beg him to turn around so I could get this pic.  He was in awe just staring at it.  Oh, the simple things he appreciates.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was also the day he wore his new gloves and wore them ALL day...........from morning to dinner time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4452678682839504124?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4452678682839504124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4452678682839504124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4452678682839504124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4452678682839504124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/brrrrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SU2qLoQUD-I/AAAAAAAABYE/NwEuNeokdtU/s72-c/100_0855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2741707394853603913</id><published>2008-12-15T19:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:03:22.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>This is a serious post regarding C.A.N.C.E.R. I realize it's a subject most of us don't feel comfortable with. Sure we all feel sympathetic when we find out one of our loved ones has been affected with his horrible disease. Back in late October of this year, one of my girlfriends from high school, her two year old little girl passed away from cancer. Cancer is still a very serious disease that can reach anyone, anywhere, anytime, and at any age..............often without any advance warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the American Cancer Society:&lt;br /&gt;-One person is diagnosed with cancer every 23 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;-One person dies from cancer every minute of every day*&lt;br /&gt;-One in &lt;strong&gt;8 &lt;/strong&gt;American women will develop breast cancer*&lt;br /&gt;-Cancer is the &lt;strong&gt;#2 &lt;/strong&gt;leading cause of death in the United States*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;One &lt;/strong&gt;of every &lt;strong&gt;FOUR &lt;/strong&gt;deaths in the U.S. is due to cancer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistically did you know that? I know we all believe it will never happen to one of us. However, these are the proven statistics. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all have home owners insurance, auto insurance, and health insurance. However, do you have anything in place to supplement your income, if this disease comes knocking on your door? For as little as &lt;strong&gt;a dollar a day &lt;/strong&gt;you could protect you and your family. (Thirty dollars?  That's one night of eating out for two at a causal resturant.)  Your health and the health of your family is important, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are covered by a great medical plan you may still need cancer protection. Perhaps you know your health insurance will cover your hospital stay and perhaps your medication. (Better check your health benefits.) However, what about experimental treatments, lost income if you are still working or your family members time off work to take you to the best cancer facility in Texas, which is M. D. Anderson in Houston. Could you use an extra $20,000., $30,000. when it's needed to pay for the little things we don't think about when it comes your direction? The protection could be used for gas, hotel stay or just to pay the mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think.................If I can help you with this protection, please contact me via my blog or email. As a licensed agent with the state of Texas, I'm happy to assist you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*American Cancer Society, Facts and Figures 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2741707394853603913?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2741707394853603913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2741707394853603913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2741707394853603913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2741707394853603913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1390611087059742552</id><published>2008-12-11T20:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:49:11.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHOqA79qGI/AAAAAAAABX8/5Kqz2V4PanA/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278727459456264290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHOqA79qGI/AAAAAAAABX8/5Kqz2V4PanA/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I left it up to the kids to decorate.  I'm so over having it look a particular way.........."my way."  Ricky drug out the tree from the shed.  All three argued over who was going to take the stuff down from the attic.  I had to delegate and they all took turns.  They didn't have a color scheme.  They decided to use blue, red, silver and random ornaments from years past.  However, they didn't use all that were available.  One of them said, "Let's not put too much on cause we are going to have to take it down."  So, they didn't even decorate the back of the tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHMTPGqTUI/AAAAAAAABXs/ICe_gZpwhjY/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278724869098982722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHMTPGqTUI/AAAAAAAABXs/ICe_gZpwhjY/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHLx5Hj16I/AAAAAAAABXk/oiW9azOr4xY/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278724296261490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHLx5Hj16I/AAAAAAAABXk/oiW9azOr4xY/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHLZ5Z_uuI/AAAAAAAABXc/EekuN2uNfnQ/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278723884021955298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHLZ5Z_uuI/AAAAAAAABXc/EekuN2uNfnQ/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all three helped out with the lights........................ with parental supervision.  Ricky was in charge though.  That was his cup of tea.....................being on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-1390611087059742552?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1390611087059742552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1390611087059742552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1390611087059742552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1390611087059742552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decorating.html' title='Christmas Decorating'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHOqA79qGI/AAAAAAAABX8/5Kqz2V4PanA/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2179122557960901323</id><published>2008-12-11T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:19:30.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Window Licker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHJqMs7stI/AAAAAAAABXU/YrLdK78cW8g/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278721965056307922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHJqMs7stI/AAAAAAAABXU/YrLdK78cW8g/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is for you Gina.  The bb team had to travel in this because the original bus broke down on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2179122557960901323?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2179122557960901323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2179122557960901323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2179122557960901323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2179122557960901323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/bus-window-licker.html' title='Bus Window Licker'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHJqMs7stI/AAAAAAAABXU/YrLdK78cW8g/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3966497905476254458</id><published>2008-12-11T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:15:03.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHJE0z_MJI/AAAAAAAABXM/MvpLYX2jd8s/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278721322988286098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHJE0z_MJI/AAAAAAAABXM/MvpLYX2jd8s/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHGj6UxMuI/AAAAAAAABW8/rm6zigxOM1M/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278718558509019874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHGj6UxMuI/AAAAAAAABW8/rm6zigxOM1M/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHFwAHT7dI/AAAAAAAABW0/OwkcMsc57-s/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278717666709990866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHFwAHT7dI/AAAAAAAABW0/OwkcMsc57-s/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena and her 7th grade bb team participated in a tournament this past weekend in Irving and they won 1st place! The team is averaging 20+ points per game. Elena makes at least 2 to 3 baskets per game since she has been playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-3966497905476254458?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3966497905476254458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3966497905476254458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3966497905476254458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3966497905476254458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-place.html' title='1st Place'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SUHJE0z_MJI/AAAAAAAABXM/MvpLYX2jd8s/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2213954310733324791</id><published>2008-12-11T16:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:58:03.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Part 2</title><content type='html'>The plan was for Scott, Allan &amp;amp; me to drive to the lake house after spending the day at my brother's. After, getting my belly full, we decided to wait till the morning, which would be Black Friday. No, I didn't get up to join the crazy madness, although, I have done that a couple of times in the past. Scott has made me so old. Actually, there is nothing I can not live without and the kids are getting older.............they just want "M.O.N.E.Y.!" On our way there, I did stop at Wal-Mart in Cedar Hill &amp;amp; in Cleburne................ even though I know Scott didn't really want me to. (Around 9, the crowd has moved on.) I wanted the Magellan GPS system for myself. Found it! Merry Christmas to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Friday with Scott's parents just laying around, relaxing. Nice! My two bro-in-laws and their family's weren't going to be able to come in till Saturday to celebrate. Scott's family's tradition is to celebrate the holiday the Sunday prior to Thanksgiving. Mike and Lynda now live in Cibalo, and now, we all have to drive more than an hour so that has changed things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Saturday afternoon. Jay and Lorrie called and said they would be there Sunday instead. They were having a good time in S. Padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty uneventful. Jeanette made home made blue berry pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice, along with bacon and sausage for Scott and I Saturday morning. I didn't want to eat much cause I was waiting for the BIG spread. We have ham there instead of turkey. She also makes stuffing with chicken. It's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no good stories to report like my Dad talking about S.E.X. at the dinner table Thanksgiving day. I plugged my ears and said, "La la la la!" Who wants to hear about that from their parents?! It's like finger nails on a chalk board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2213954310733324791?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2213954310733324791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2213954310733324791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2213954310733324791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2213954310733324791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-part-2.html' title='Thanksgiving Part 2'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-8150397113779470921</id><published>2008-12-10T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:28:14.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus</title><content type='html'>Not only was Ricky sick, Elena had a viral infection and I guess my lap top contracted it also.  It's been outta commission and was sent to Dell to get rid of the BUG!  Now, I can get back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-8150397113779470921?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8150397113779470921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=8150397113779470921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8150397113779470921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8150397113779470921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/12/virus.html' title='Virus'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3926416152861915670</id><published>2008-11-28T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:23:23.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I celebrated Thanksgiving Day with my family at my brother and sister-in-laws new home.  If you know my brother, David, he's NEVER on time and he doesn't even have any kids.  He's going to be late to his own funeral.  We were scheduled to eat at noon, but an hour later we were eating.  At least he's consistent, right?  It was worth the wait.  Amie did an AWESOME job for her first big feast with the familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught heck from David.  My family always dresses nicely to celebrate any holiday.  I had a flash back of a Friends episode when Joey wore Phoebe's maternity pants.  I didn't wear the maternity pants but I did dress comfortable.  I wore a jogging suit. (Bunch of Haters!)  I finally wised up after all these years.  I needed room to expand so I could devour all the yummy food, especially all the deserts.  My Aunt Olivia's banana pudding is still my favorite!  I didn't feel so restricted..........just extremely SLEEPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the time I was able to spend with my family even though, Ricky and Brandon weren't with us to celebrate.  (I know they were having a great time with their other parents.)  My brothers and my cousin, James, are a riot!  They can make anyone laugh.  I can't wait to see them again at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm thankful for my husband, my little ones, my and their health, family and friends, our freedom, and this amazing life I have been blessed with.  I'm truly fortunate to be apart of every beautiful day, especially as an American!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..........we still have to celebrate the McDowell's at the lake house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3926416152861915670?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3926416152861915670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3926416152861915670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3926416152861915670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3926416152861915670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7709292815070084052</id><published>2008-11-23T18:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:31:27.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels</title><content type='html'>Oh, high heels how you make me in my outfit look oh, so sleek.&lt;br /&gt;But, gosh, my feet are killing me by the end of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coordinate&lt;/span&gt; you well to look oh so good&lt;br /&gt;as any business woman should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all the cute ones so tall&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take you off after my last call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I continue to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coordinate&lt;/span&gt; you oh so well&lt;br /&gt;to go put my precious feet through such hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes crunched, my heels arched so high&lt;br /&gt;all to look oh so super fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk with caution as if I were walking on glass&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I might slip and fall and bust my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my feet throb while I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know your the ones I'll keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7709292815070084052?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7709292815070084052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7709292815070084052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7709292815070084052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7709292815070084052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-heels.html' title='High Heels'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3056653630210064423</id><published>2008-11-19T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:27:44.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin Time</title><content type='html'>Elena had her first basketball scrimmage on Monday night.  Her position is guard or is it point guard?  Anyway, I didn't get to make it cause Ricky was sick.  Scott went instead.  He said she really has athletic abilities.  She made a basket too.  See, she's already doing more than her Mom ever did on the bb team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3056653630210064423?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3056653630210064423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3056653630210064423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3056653630210064423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3056653630210064423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/playin-time.html' title='Playin Time'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7779556400231419325</id><published>2008-11-18T19:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:23:53.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Goth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSN0FcaLnVI/AAAAAAAABIE/etmT-f22P7Q/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270183625827786066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSN0FcaLnVI/AAAAAAAABIE/etmT-f22P7Q/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSNz1NHDwtI/AAAAAAAABH8/1WPm4eIlwAk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270183346843140818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSNz1NHDwtI/AAAAAAAABH8/1WPm4eIlwAk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to get my pedicure this last time, I chose a dark purple/brown color for my toe nails.  Scott asked me if I had gone goth because they looked black.  Well, Allan was alone with a black sharpie and decided to color his toes with it.  He was so proud......... Mommy and Daddy weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-7779556400231419325?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7779556400231419325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7779556400231419325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7779556400231419325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7779556400231419325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-goth.html' title='Going Goth'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSN0FcaLnVI/AAAAAAAABIE/etmT-f22P7Q/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1840156793088615895</id><published>2008-11-18T19:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:59:33.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSNrEL8LbCI/AAAAAAAABH0/k69iFzFX47Y/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270173708622457890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSNrEL8LbCI/AAAAAAAABH0/k69iFzFX47Y/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky complained of a sore throat yesterday morning.  I sent him on to school cause cause there was n&amp;amp;v, diarrhea, fever......you know, the classic symptoms that will convince Mom to keep you home from school.  Well, midday the school nurse called stating he had a temp of 101. and he complained of a headache.  Scott went to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the doc this a.m. and he has STREP!  Poor thing, is confined to his room for the next 24 hours cause the rest of us don't want it.  I'm sure he and Elena aren't missing each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-1840156793088615895?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1840156793088615895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1840156793088615895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1840156793088615895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1840156793088615895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/isolated.html' title='Isolated'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSNrEL8LbCI/AAAAAAAABH0/k69iFzFX47Y/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7315768653731514905</id><published>2008-11-16T15:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:42:00.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mile Stone Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCTZSeed-I/AAAAAAAABHk/RVhvA7MyU4A/s1600-h/af1874e5-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269373626689157090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCTZSeed-I/AAAAAAAABHk/RVhvA7MyU4A/s320/af1874e5-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCTAHvYV1I/AAAAAAAABHc/oqeGYNh0Qh4/s1600-h/5a2182af-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269373194310539090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCTAHvYV1I/AAAAAAAABHc/oqeGYNh0Qh4/s320/5a2182af-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCR5uBodcI/AAAAAAAABHU/wOZxHpD1tE4/s1600-h/c7fb0047-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269371984816928194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCR5uBodcI/AAAAAAAABHU/wOZxHpD1tE4/s320/c7fb0047-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw%5B2%5D.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7315768653731514905?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7315768653731514905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7315768653731514905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7315768653731514905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7315768653731514905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/mile-stone-pic.html' title='Mile Stone Pics'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SSCTZSeed-I/AAAAAAAABHk/RVhvA7MyU4A/s72-c/af1874e5-a5d7-11dd-9a2b-0019d170a25fw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7249254354477905730</id><published>2008-11-13T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:03:51.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawls</title><content type='html'>I've been without the internet for a week, which seemed like ETERNITY! I allowed my kids to use my lap top and mysteriously my air card broke. Of course, NO ONE took responsibility for it. I had to wait patiently for my replacement air card. I was so elated to see the UPS box with my key to the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last blogged, I was in my first car accident. An idiot ran a red light. It was a hit and run. I "followed" him for 13 minutes with 911 on the line. I did get his license plate number. Arlington P.D. has this new handy dandy device. They are able to enter the license plate and provide you with whether or not the vehicle is insured and with whom. This less than honorable man was stunned when Scott and the police showed up at his front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Elena earned a spot on the basketball team.  Sixty-six girls tried out and twenty-four made it.  I'm sure she'll get more playing time than her Mom ever did.  LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7249254354477905730?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7249254354477905730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7249254354477905730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7249254354477905730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7249254354477905730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/withdrawls.html' title='Withdrawls'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5077644624797148706</id><published>2008-11-05T18:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:41:01.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VB 1st Place City Champs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI6dPXStnI/AAAAAAAABHM/jKYqfYkTuCA/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265335188364375666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI6dPXStnI/AAAAAAAABHM/jKYqfYkTuCA/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI5jsdcwQI/AAAAAAAABHE/3hnOuAeh_Fs/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265334199742415106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI5jsdcwQI/AAAAAAAABHE/3hnOuAeh_Fs/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underdogs came out on top!  The Jackson Eagles even beat a team that was 6 -0, Kennedy.  Whoo hooo!!!!  The competition was was tense and nail biting.  Elena made the last 5 serves for the winning 1st place trophy.  I'm So PROUD of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-5077644624797148706?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5077644624797148706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5077644624797148706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5077644624797148706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5077644624797148706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/vb-1st-place-city-champs.html' title='VB 1st Place City Champs'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI6dPXStnI/AAAAAAAABHM/jKYqfYkTuCA/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-62771399486153745</id><published>2008-11-05T17:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:18:12.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI1Atr_UlI/AAAAAAAABG8/OSAqgPOFlrA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265329200729903698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI1Atr_UlI/AAAAAAAABG8/OSAqgPOFlrA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI0dgF9IiI/AAAAAAAABG0/GEacaod4b6Y/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265328595785294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI0dgF9IiI/AAAAAAAABG0/GEacaod4b6Y/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRIzLoY-1dI/AAAAAAAABGs/Y3mt0PzOo18/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327189263308242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRIzLoY-1dI/AAAAAAAABGs/Y3mt0PzOo18/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan's excitement wore off after about 10 homes and asked to go home. I gladly obliged. Bran is growing and no longer wants to wear the cute, non-scary costumes. Elena wants to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; eliminate the costume. She elected to wear her vb uniform. That's the closest she came to one or she would have to stay home to pass out candy. Ricky went to an event at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-62771399486153745?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/62771399486153745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=62771399486153745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/62771399486153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/62771399486153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/11/hallowen.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SRI1Atr_UlI/AAAAAAAABG8/OSAqgPOFlrA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2619848620578423381</id><published>2008-10-30T18:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:55:13.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Build A Bear</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Allan and I spent the day together. I had an appointment scheduled for his 3 yr mile stone pics.  While we were at the mall, we made our second attempt to Build A Bear. I had taken him a couple of weeks ago on a Saturday.  It was a little busy and Allan was afraid of the crowd. This time he was the only one in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpGZ8r4M5I/AAAAAAAABGk/fdbdudLuI0M/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263096526136685458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpGZ8r4M5I/AAAAAAAABGk/fdbdudLuI0M/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He chose a puppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpD59gkfDI/AAAAAAAABGU/VFGtQQHmbxw/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263093777578622002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpD59gkfDI/AAAAAAAABGU/VFGtQQHmbxw/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bathed it and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpCNDbw67I/AAAAAAAABGM/3IcXY5cI1Yw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263091906563337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpCNDbw67I/AAAAAAAABGM/3IcXY5cI1Yw/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;registered his new stuffed animal.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2619848620578423381?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2619848620578423381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2619848620578423381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2619848620578423381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2619848620578423381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/build-bear.html' title='Build A Bear'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQpGZ8r4M5I/AAAAAAAABGk/fdbdudLuI0M/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-6417244406962464044</id><published>2008-10-29T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:39:58.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQjXqCwVy0I/AAAAAAAABGE/i2FHtBl9lhk/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262693281876527938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQjXqCwVy0I/AAAAAAAABGE/i2FHtBl9lhk/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt;  Allan can you say the alphabet for Mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALLAN:  &lt;/strong&gt;Nope!  Sawwe (sorry)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-6417244406962464044?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/6417244406962464044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=6417244406962464044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6417244406962464044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6417244406962464044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-turkey.html' title='Little Turkey'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQjXqCwVy0I/AAAAAAAABGE/i2FHtBl9lhk/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5590794417987857253</id><published>2008-10-26T16:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:29:14.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpqlbQy0I/AAAAAAAABF8/ae_LbrT-8rk/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261587182485818178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpqlbQy0I/AAAAAAAABF8/ae_LbrT-8rk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpU5EjfaI/AAAAAAAABF0/wsGZ9B9tBdc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261586809802161570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpU5EjfaI/AAAAAAAABF0/wsGZ9B9tBdc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpAFf3y7I/AAAAAAAABFs/JTabTYK7rqg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261586452360711090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpAFf3y7I/AAAAAAAABFs/JTabTYK7rqg/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQToFdqrLJI/AAAAAAAABFk/nbmGnAp6Z8w/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261585445236190354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQToFdqrLJI/AAAAAAAABFk/nbmGnAp6Z8w/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer made the Mickey Mouse pinata in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTnvZ79lAI/AAAAAAAABFc/KINozZQex_0/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261585066277835778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTnvZ79lAI/AAAAAAAABFc/KINozZQex_0/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also made the Mickey Mouse cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My nephew turned three on the 24th.  He's 20 days younger than Allan.  Matthew is the ONLY child of my brother, Theo, and sister-in-law, Jennifer.  Born at 28 gestational weeks and weighing no more than two lbs., Matthew was in the neonatal intensive care unit for the first couple months of his life.  He even had to have heart surgery.  Christmas Eve of 2005, he was finally released to come home.  He truly is a miracle!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, fast forward three years...............................the boy is thankfully totally normal and fearless.  He's WILD!!!!  I tell Jennifer all the time he needs meds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-5590794417987857253?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5590794417987857253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5590794417987857253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5590794417987857253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5590794417987857253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/matthews-3rd-birthday.html' title='Matthew&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SQTpqlbQy0I/AAAAAAAABF8/ae_LbrT-8rk/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3583143202197918203</id><published>2008-10-22T11:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:28:59.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop-a-thon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SP9bIvmVAiI/AAAAAAAABFU/eVor-jktHlw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260023095566336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SP9bIvmVAiI/AAAAAAAABFU/eVor-jktHlw/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber and I went shopping yesterday at Grapevine Mills. We arrived at 9:55 A.M., so we had to wait 5 minutes before the mall opened . We left at &lt;strong&gt;4:45&lt;/strong&gt;........only cause Scott called.  We had both lost track of time.  We haven't done that since the day after Thanksgiving several years ago. This time minus the crowds. I had a great time and I hope we don't have to wait so long to do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3583143202197918203?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3583143202197918203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3583143202197918203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3583143202197918203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3583143202197918203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/shop-thon.html' title='Shop-a-thon'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SP9bIvmVAiI/AAAAAAAABFU/eVor-jktHlw/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3412545180328978748</id><published>2008-10-17T19:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:58:47.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's what you do.....read the following questions, then copy and paste them into your blog and answer them and then tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could go back in time and relive one particular time in your life, when would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The first time I met Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could drive any car out there, what car would you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A paid off car! I don't have a fantasy car........just needs to have ac/heat, and a working radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could drive an SUV, what kind would you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Again, vehicles aren't a big deal to me. I mean I use to drive a POS Ford Focus, but I WILL NOT drive a mini-van (unless it's free). I currently have a Eddie Bauer Expedition parked in my driveway cause it's a gas guzzler! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your greatest pet peeve of all time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think by now you guys know, it's the right on red thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What room in your house stays clean most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What room stays messed up most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My kids room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Can you get both cars in your garage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just Scott's motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you make your bed every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Scott does. We have a code. If I make it up, there is no chance he's getting lucky. I know, TMI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you come home from a long day or you have to change clothes, do you hang things up or do you make a pile that last for days and days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pile, in my bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How many days of the week do you cook an evening meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Four or five. Right now, I'm trying to replicate childhood dishes my Mom made. Of course, they don't compare to my Mom's cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Benihana's Spashin' Meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you could go anywhere on vacation and spend a week, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A week? Hummmm........Hawaii. Only cause I've never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your favorite television show of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's easy.......FRIENDS!!! I was so sad when it ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was your favorite children's show growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It definitely wasn't Transformers, it was The Jetsons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't recall. I'll have to ask my Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your favorite book as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As a teen, Of Mice &amp;amp; Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the first car that you drove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A baby blue Dodge Colt that wouldn't go faster than 55 mph and it leaked oil. Yeah, it so caught on fire on the mix master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What color was your first bike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't remember, but I do recall having a banana boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you ever do anything really bad growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nope! I'm proud to say I was a "goody goody"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you ever steal anything growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so tag 3 friends and ready, set, go! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gina, Jennifer &amp;amp; Libby (Come on Libby, be a sport &amp;amp; start blogging!) &lt;/span&gt;you have been tagged!!! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3412545180328978748?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3412545180328978748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3412545180328978748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3412545180328978748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3412545180328978748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_4801.html' title='Tagged AGAIN!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4774524221716317792</id><published>2008-10-16T20:02:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:24:30.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mommy surprised me with a trip to da Sate Fair. I went last year with my siblings, but this year, it was all about ME!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf8N0gKbGI/AAAAAAAABFM/Zz1ZDbf9xF0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257948404340386914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf8N0gKbGI/AAAAAAAABFM/Zz1ZDbf9xF0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Mommy in front of Big Tex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf64b_NJoI/AAAAAAAABFE/opyf9jUJxWw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257946937470822018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf64b_NJoI/AAAAAAAABFE/opyf9jUJxWw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was fascinated with da train that went around Big Tex. Mean ole security guy told me to get down from da rails though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit my Great Uncle Larry at his buttered corn stand and I wouldn't speak to him because I was being shy. He gave a bag of fudge though. YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf5oG1FvgI/AAAAAAAABE8/iYGkUMSEX_Y/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257945557401714178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf5oG1FvgI/AAAAAAAABE8/iYGkUMSEX_Y/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was lunch time and I wanted da Fair's renowned famous Fletcher's corn dog. Actually, I don't like the corn breading, so really, my Mommy paid $4. bucks for da wiener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf4NvWRf9I/AAAAAAAABE0/mjSc4mvEG60/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257944004910219218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf4NvWRf9I/AAAAAAAABE0/mjSc4mvEG60/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed da faux hens but my Mommy had to put da plastic egg in my basket. I was afraid da hens were going to peck at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfwCOvYfLI/AAAAAAAABEM/tIorzxiAFqo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257935011085581490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfwCOvYfLI/AAAAAAAABEM/tIorzxiAFqo/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me learning how to milk a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfvmfYlwbI/AAAAAAAABEE/VZ2kzPl3gnU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257934534517047730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfvmfYlwbI/AAAAAAAABEE/VZ2kzPl3gnU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my Mommy let me play with da sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfvBd0R__I/AAAAAAAABD8/uwC1on5Mrhk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257933898441162738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfvBd0R__I/AAAAAAAABD8/uwC1on5Mrhk/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy bought me this cool tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfuinWrC8I/AAAAAAAABD0/Im5CakqVB54/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257933368425384898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfuinWrC8I/AAAAAAAABD0/Im5CakqVB54/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take a moment to play with my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfuO1lQBbI/AAAAAAAABDs/4J1DQCZQh9Q/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257933028647241138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfuO1lQBbI/AAAAAAAABDs/4J1DQCZQh9Q/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; my Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPft_PRnboI/AAAAAAAABDk/FhBbCtY-be4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932760666304130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPft_PRnboI/AAAAAAAABDk/FhBbCtY-be4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow! Giraffes are REAL &amp;amp; really ARE that tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPftd22eB-I/AAAAAAAABDc/h0vpoJ_nbmc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932187174307810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPftd22eB-I/AAAAAAAABDc/h0vpoJ_nbmc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was intrigued by da baby goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfs8NDSoKI/AAAAAAAABDU/BCX5mjGq-UI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257931609018114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfs8NDSoKI/AAAAAAAABDU/BCX5mjGq-UI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llamas! Don't think I'm going to get near them or feed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfrkidRkhI/AAAAAAAABDM/TDY9Dre6J-U/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257930102935753234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfrkidRkhI/AAAAAAAABDM/TDY9Dre6J-U/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebras! Not feeding him either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfpxAIBVoI/AAAAAAAABDE/KzpUwARN7Jo/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928118034847362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfpxAIBVoI/AAAAAAAABDE/KzpUwARN7Jo/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm running from you guys! You scare me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfofO8UelI/AAAAAAAABC8/BY_pQw9TMYM/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926713263028818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfofO8UelI/AAAAAAAABC8/BY_pQw9TMYM/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to go back to da baby goat. Originally, I put da feed on da shovel and dumped it in their pen when they weren't watching and said, "Come eat, NOW!" Then my Mommy, showed me how the process worked. I only fed the babies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfnaxHiB3I/AAAAAAAABC0/MqTd20VZfEs/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257925537025886066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfnaxHiB3I/AAAAAAAABC0/MqTd20VZfEs/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin met up with me and my Mommy and she fed da big guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfmzWNYrRI/AAAAAAAABCs/ytji9jocklM/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257924859787783442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfmzWNYrRI/AAAAAAAABCs/ytji9jocklM/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave that fun place after four hours and I wasn't ready to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPflupw5PyI/AAAAAAAABCk/5wBqfryeBew/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923679626018594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPflupw5PyI/AAAAAAAABCk/5wBqfryeBew/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a smile outta me cause I agreed to say "cheese," if she took me by da water fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfkuD5bVgI/AAAAAAAABCc/bAIyCIX8b74/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257922569949632002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPfkuD5bVgI/AAAAAAAABCc/bAIyCIX8b74/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On da way home, I was so tired I fell asleep after taking off only one sock and one shoe. Man, I was worn out, but it was a BLAST!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4774524221716317792?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4774524221716317792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4774524221716317792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4774524221716317792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4774524221716317792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/mommy-me.html' title='Mommy &amp; Me'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPf8N0gKbGI/AAAAAAAABFM/Zz1ZDbf9xF0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-296574592017365495</id><published>2008-10-16T15:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:01:05.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welome Home Cpt. Amber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPep85Sz-zI/AAAAAAAABCU/UG--LbkaSA8/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257857953615313714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPep85Sz-zI/AAAAAAAABCU/UG--LbkaSA8/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin, Amber, is home visiting for a couple of weeks before she moves to S. Carolina.  I am happy to report she just recently finished her second tour in Iraq and my family and I are thankful she has returned home safely. When she left California for her tour, she left as a 1st Lieutenant and while she was in Iraq she was promoted to a Captain&lt;strong&gt;. You go girl&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Aunt Olivia, Amber &amp;amp; I met for lunch at our usual hang out, El Fenix downtown. My Mom couldn't make it because she didn't want to drive in the monsoon. I'm glad I had the opportunity to visit with them both.  We chatted up a storm.........girl talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-296574592017365495?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/296574592017365495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=296574592017365495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/296574592017365495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/296574592017365495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/welome-home-cpt-amber.html' title='Welome Home Cpt. Amber!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPep85Sz-zI/AAAAAAAABCU/UG--LbkaSA8/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-507767855732835687</id><published>2008-10-14T19:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:20:04.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He does have it in him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPU1ng-pz4I/AAAAAAAABCM/GD3DKgf8SvM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257167093008813954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPU1ng-pz4I/AAAAAAAABCM/GD3DKgf8SvM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Report cards came out last week and Ricky made the A &amp;amp; B Honor Roll his first six weeks as a 6th grader!  I knew he could do it and I'm so proud of him!!!  As his reward, I agreed he could go to his Dad's house this coming weekend.  He has plans to go to the Palmer Homecoming on Friday night, a rodeo on Saturday and the State Fair on Sunday.  Way to go!!! &lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-507767855732835687?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/507767855732835687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=507767855732835687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/507767855732835687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/507767855732835687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-does-have-it-in-him.html' title='He does have it in him!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPU1ng-pz4I/AAAAAAAABCM/GD3DKgf8SvM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7140301422639155491</id><published>2008-10-11T17:58:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:18:52.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>I took Allan to a Pumpkin Patch this morning. He threw a fit because he didn't want to wear these overalls. I thought they would be perfect for the outing. This will probably be his first and last time to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFVxcI9TsI/AAAAAAAABB8/BvNqOQwDrpE/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256076547973795522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFVxcI9TsI/AAAAAAAABB8/BvNqOQwDrpE/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFUyUSinjI/AAAAAAAABB0/MX-tpl0mUEQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256075463534747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFUyUSinjI/AAAAAAAABB0/MX-tpl0mUEQ/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the reason I wanted him to wear the overalls. I love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFSakvnxBI/AAAAAAAABBs/AXlvKqjwnj0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256072856611570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFSakvnxBI/AAAAAAAABBs/AXlvKqjwnj0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFReELF1iI/AAAAAAAABBk/acEa_GKJP2c/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256071817076266530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFReELF1iI/AAAAAAAABBk/acEa_GKJP2c/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFQjyP2F6I/AAAAAAAABBc/ZIc18l5xnmM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256070815831955362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFQjyP2F6I/AAAAAAAABBc/ZIc18l5xnmM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFPIEMLg-I/AAAAAAAABBU/kF6bA3xYVig/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256069240100455394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFPIEMLg-I/AAAAAAAABBU/kF6bA3xYVig/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allan: I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFOPfGAU7I/AAAAAAAABBM/mKnaYwvze9g/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256068268069770162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFOPfGAU7I/AAAAAAAABBM/mKnaYwvze9g/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFN8k4OwQI/AAAAAAAABBE/qiH0GG_9QfI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067943205093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFN8k4OwQI/AAAAAAAABBE/qiH0GG_9QfI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheeeeezzzzzzzze&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFNGWG6JbI/AAAAAAAABA8/31F6RnpmQ8U/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067011527189938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFNGWG6JbI/AAAAAAAABA8/31F6RnpmQ8U/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFMLARDnDI/AAAAAAAABA0/Uj8k84cjJHY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256065992051891250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFMLARDnDI/AAAAAAAABA0/Uj8k84cjJHY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFLl5t5YNI/AAAAAAAABAs/qlnOO4SgZxQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256065354638647506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFLl5t5YNI/AAAAAAAABAs/qlnOO4SgZxQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Focusing on the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFK-EmXpDI/AAAAAAAABAk/cObBWkDDWRM/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256064670365099058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFK-EmXpDI/AAAAAAAABAk/cObBWkDDWRM/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFKdryPiQI/AAAAAAAABAc/mGKs5n_gFjA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256064113948199170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFKdryPiQI/AAAAAAAABAc/mGKs5n_gFjA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFJ4scydgI/AAAAAAAABAU/HAk6UJdDDVY/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256063478471489026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFJ4scydgI/AAAAAAAABAU/HAk6UJdDDVY/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFJU4mMneI/AAAAAAAABAM/mMDwzqAqqnQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256062863256886754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFJU4mMneI/AAAAAAAABAM/mMDwzqAqqnQ/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFIzsFh9VI/AAAAAAAABAE/OJXHnUpiV2A/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256062292962964818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFIzsFh9VI/AAAAAAAABAE/OJXHnUpiV2A/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFIblKd_QI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_Lj0ltyCAlk/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256061878787767554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFIblKd_QI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_Lj0ltyCAlk/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFIBZ-F6iI/AAAAAAAAA_0/v_riQSJtQ-g/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256061429106469410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFIBZ-F6iI/AAAAAAAAA_0/v_riQSJtQ-g/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFHjqnj_7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/r8sDMqL5Jlc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256060918179299250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFHjqnj_7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/r8sDMqL5Jlc/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFHIjqenQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/-TYeo-ACrLc/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256060452456013058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFHIjqenQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/-TYeo-ACrLc/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFG2GByXkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OBIJ-cicSxs/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256060135263067714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFG2GByXkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OBIJ-cicSxs/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFGd1bMwsI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ugtUcKPWwps/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256059718489391810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFGd1bMwsI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ugtUcKPWwps/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFGGGtp2MI/AAAAAAAAA_I/yzAnQm3FhpI/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256059310813337794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFGGGtp2MI/AAAAAAAAA_I/yzAnQm3FhpI/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFFrazUDnI/AAAAAAAAA_A/IAbDagKHKII/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256058852349316722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFFrazUDnI/AAAAAAAAA_A/IAbDagKHKII/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFFI-Qw8AI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jLkiIWzlGHQ/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256058260572663810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFFI-Qw8AI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jLkiIWzlGHQ/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFEuX6rpjI/AAAAAAAAA-w/CnJ4jj2jZfg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256057803602896434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFEuX6rpjI/AAAAAAAAA-w/CnJ4jj2jZfg/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFEbJ2rkCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gbNZMjfP6cA/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256057473410502690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFEbJ2rkCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gbNZMjfP6cA/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFENokzYKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/48LGZVC141A/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256057241138847906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFENokzYKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/48LGZVC141A/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFEBYdMD5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xIQAIJkp5g8/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256057030653513618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFEBYdMD5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xIQAIJkp5g8/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFDxFXDAnI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/UJhnrnytSKc/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256056750649574002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFDxFXDAnI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/UJhnrnytSKc/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFDaP-hnwI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8LsQsTObqPw/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256056358362521346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFDaP-hnwI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8LsQsTObqPw/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFC1w5XnPI/AAAAAAAAA-A/63u14UJc2UU/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256055731544104178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFC1w5XnPI/AAAAAAAAA-A/63u14UJc2UU/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPExFEFYT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/11W1nxYgK5s/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256036203183493106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPExFEFYT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/11W1nxYgK5s/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the winner is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPEwQCwfFaI/AAAAAAAAA9w/viD8Nyhdr-k/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256035292294354338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPEwQCwfFaI/AAAAAAAAA9w/viD8Nyhdr-k/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He said the others were too heavy.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7140301422639155491?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7140301422639155491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7140301422639155491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7140301422639155491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7140301422639155491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPFVxcI9TsI/AAAAAAAABB8/BvNqOQwDrpE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3868150202458515120</id><published>2008-10-10T20:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:00:20.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Jack</title><content type='html'>For the past six months, Scott has continuously received monthly vouchers for a free stay at Diamond Jack. Scott believes someone has stolen his identity because why would they send him these offers. We are not gamblers at all and we have never heard of Diamond Jack. Turns out it use it be the Isle of Capri. We visited there five or so years ago. We have ignored these offers, because our motto is "nothing is ever free!" Finally, we said, "What the heck?" I drove us to and from Louisiana. We enjoyed our free stay, plus, the $20. spending cash and our free meal. All it cost us was gas money.............see nothing is free. I doubt they are ever going to invite us again because we were not suckered in to spending our hard earned money on the gambling machine. Actually, I was quite bored with it. It's just not for me. I don't understand the thrill.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPAA09j303I/AAAAAAAAA9o/FgcOwA4kUOY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255701675019588466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPAA09j303I/AAAAAAAAA9o/FgcOwA4kUOY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO__sGVwbiI/AAAAAAAAA9g/noWrQrREBH4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255700423245852194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO__sGVwbiI/AAAAAAAAA9g/noWrQrREBH4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO_-u1puihI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oUXi8m-_1u4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255699370794191378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO_-u1puihI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oUXi8m-_1u4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO_-C5ReaPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SjRtUXLD2IY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255698615851968754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO_-C5ReaPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SjRtUXLD2IY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3868150202458515120?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3868150202458515120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3868150202458515120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3868150202458515120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3868150202458515120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/diamond-jack.html' title='Diamond Jack'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SPAA09j303I/AAAAAAAAA9o/FgcOwA4kUOY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-535166781973163852</id><published>2008-10-09T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:39:56.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO4j6Z13sWI/AAAAAAAAA9I/acvzxdaYdDs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255177301464166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO4j6Z13sWI/AAAAAAAAA9I/acvzxdaYdDs/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations David and Amie on your new home!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They moved 10 minutes or less from us and 3 miles from Cecil and Leigha.  Cecil and my brother are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt; and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;.  My kids are excited because Uncle David and Aunt Amie have a pool with a diving board.  I'm excited because maybe I'll get to see them a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-535166781973163852?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/535166781973163852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=535166781973163852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/535166781973163852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/535166781973163852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SO4j6Z13sWI/AAAAAAAAA9I/acvzxdaYdDs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-8138633668604714593</id><published>2008-10-05T17:23:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:56:44.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allan's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family guest arrived...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOrKN2M0s5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/GSidfGU8Aog/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254234254517515154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOrKN2M0s5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/GSidfGU8Aog/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were gifts to be opened.......  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOrI5YyL8WI/AAAAAAAAA84/1TnkVmVc1qQ/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254232803512152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOrI5YyL8WI/AAAAAAAAA84/1TnkVmVc1qQ/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the birthday boy decided it was nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqhX_0Y5vI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ojRIOoK_Knk/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254189348921337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqhX_0Y5vI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ojRIOoK_Knk/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So while everyone waited for him to awake, the kids swam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqg9Qp3RyI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LR6adshMOUE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254188889584125730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqg9Qp3RyI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LR6adshMOUE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqg1dIaeoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/TNo4vj5DzAM/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254188755494533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqg1dIaeoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/TNo4vj5DzAM/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqgnwK5ckI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Na0GcJ8cdYM/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254188520087056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqgnwK5ckI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Na0GcJ8cdYM/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqgV4Ln_3I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ktTMBZc15yk/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254188212999946098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqgV4Ln_3I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ktTMBZc15yk/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon &amp;amp; Marissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqf_ryLLwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/XVJVd7oA3Hg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254187831714852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqf_ryLLwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/XVJVd7oA3Hg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqf13Hf2lI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-FWAy5xv86g/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254187662958385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqf13Hf2lI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-FWAy5xv86g/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ricky &amp;amp; Marissa&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;Then the birthday boy woke up!  Reluctantly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqfKM4xo2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/jilR6vJZIOM/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254186912887972706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOqfKM4xo2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/jilR6vJZIOM/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, it was time for the moment he had been waiting for................the CANDLES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlWYmIiUJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-p-BVAkqOMU/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253825420857594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlWYmIiUJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-p-BVAkqOMU/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The cake was for decoration.  Remember, my kids prefer homemade, so I'm going to continue the tradition with Allan.  We had cup cakes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlJwZfZRqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wyhmeCZJxU8/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253811536129509026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlJwZfZRqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wyhmeCZJxU8/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was time for presents.  (Bran is it your b-day?) You see , Allan is not letting go of the cash. (Hey girl!  Those are my gifts...........hands off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlIbRFcb6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b5V7Vn9dL3M/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253810073584299938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlIbRFcb6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b5V7Vn9dL3M/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlG9QucfMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/S2bDoYDIufc/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253808458580131010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlG9QucfMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/S2bDoYDIufc/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlEkLiE15I/AAAAAAAAA7A/YUVwst0YcE0/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253805828666087314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlEkLiE15I/AAAAAAAAA7A/YUVwst0YcE0/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.K., I'm getting the hang of this!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlD_Dyo4rI/AAAAAAAAA64/EbqHa79jhS0/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253805190932914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlD_Dyo4rI/AAAAAAAAA64/EbqHa79jhS0/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright!  Let's hit the pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlAM2mPQjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/wBEHfg4HFhc/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253801029862900274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOlAM2mPQjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/wBEHfg4HFhc/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow!  It's  been three years since, God gave Scott &amp;amp; I our miricale gift.  Sometimes, I can't believe he's here.  The time has gone by soooooooooo fast.  &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-8138633668604714593?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8138633668604714593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=8138633668604714593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8138633668604714593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8138633668604714593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/allans-3rd-birthday.html' title='Allan&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOrKN2M0s5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/GSidfGU8Aog/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4115555051036637540</id><published>2008-10-03T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:54:33.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>I buy toilet paper.  Bring it in.  Put it away.............. in my bathroom because after leaving it out for a couple of hours, my kids don't find it their duty to put it way.  That's why I put in my bathroom only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two year old has mastered replacing the toilet paper roll without being told, yet my older children haven't.  He was in my bathroom potting and noticed there were only about 15 squares on the roll. (Clearly not enough to wipe and adult hiney, in his mind) He said, "MOM!  I trow dis away in da garbage."  Then, he gets a new roll to replace it.  I told him I would take care of it and he said, "I do it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed for the past three days there hasn't been any tp in the hall bathroom.  I don't use that bathroom, so Scott and I were going to see how long it was going to take for our kids to replenish their supply.  Scott even left a new roll on the kitchen bar.  We congregate there daily and surely that would trigger someone to notice a supply was needed.  NOPE!!!  Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena (12):  (Shouting from the bathroom) MOM!!!  Can you bring me some toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  (Hollering back) NO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena:  (Pleading) I need some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  You should have looked before you went in.  (I look before I use ANY restroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan: (2)  (Happy to oblige.) Here Lena!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a two year old came to her rescue and she still didn't bring any extra rolls in for next time.  Lesson not learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4115555051036637540?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4115555051036637540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4115555051036637540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4115555051036637540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4115555051036637540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-5552731962122606679</id><published>2008-10-02T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:17:51.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOWaA8yxtkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0W6mb7fs3nU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252773881507329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOWaA8yxtkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0W6mb7fs3nU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to Elena's VB game, which they won, and while Allan's eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oreo's&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: How was your day Allan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan (2): &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan: He not nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; goes to big boy school with Allan and he never explained to me what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; did. However, Lucy is his friend.  I'm amazed how he's already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;picking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-5552731962122606679?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5552731962122606679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=5552731962122606679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5552731962122606679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/5552731962122606679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/10/car-conversation.html' title='Car Conversation'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOWaA8yxtkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0W6mb7fs3nU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1209479335709195673</id><published>2008-09-30T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:06:55.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heely Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I expected this from Brandon waaaaaaaaaaay before Ricky. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOLMf0WED9I/AAAAAAAAA6g/1NE_Xb3nS-8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984962466615250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOLMf0WED9I/AAAAAAAAA6g/1NE_Xb3nS-8/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOLL6oqdLBI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gRVmdIUw7Yk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984323675761682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOLL6oqdLBI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gRVmdIUw7Yk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-1209479335709195673?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1209479335709195673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1209479335709195673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1209479335709195673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1209479335709195673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/heely-accident.html' title='Heely Accident'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOLMf0WED9I/AAAAAAAAA6g/1NE_Xb3nS-8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3014975310709084568</id><published>2008-09-29T10:50:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:27:42.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tube</title><content type='html'>Take a look at Brandon's video from a few years back. I plan on uploading one of him of him singing. He can really sing! Then, perhaps some music mogul will discover him and make him a Super Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to turn up the volume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1NsDB3wlPo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1NsDB3wlPo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3014975310709084568?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3014975310709084568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3014975310709084568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3014975310709084568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3014975310709084568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/youtube.html' title='You Tube'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1752072919500325948</id><published>2008-09-28T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:11:03.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAco8IxbVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_aRLOU_CDf4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251228655177264466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAco8IxbVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_aRLOU_CDf4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAZnEbQiJI/AAAAAAAAA54/I784JZ7jHpQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251225324507662482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAZnEbQiJI/AAAAAAAAA54/I784JZ7jHpQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allan LOVES to be read to, which I'm happy about. In fact, he becomes upset if I don't drop what I'm doing to read a book to him. Usually at bedtime, I read about five books. We have been reading about fish.  By the way, Libby, I went to our public library yesterday, and to my disappointment, they didn't have any Arthur videos. :( They only had Arthur chapter books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening for dinner we had fish and the conversation went like this.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan: Mommy, fish live in the water!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes, they do cuttie bootie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan: (puzzled and holding the fish in is hand) I throw dis fish in the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAUbyo5LXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/2Fc6IkbIMxc/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219633196313970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAUbyo5LXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/2Fc6IkbIMxc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-1752072919500325948?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1752072919500325948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1752072919500325948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1752072919500325948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1752072919500325948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner-time-conversation.html' title='Dinner Time Conversation'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SOAco8IxbVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_aRLOU_CDf4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4397644481654065208</id><published>2008-09-28T15:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:46:05.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!  I'm it!!</title><content type='html'>Devin over at &lt;a href="http://momshappyhandful/"&gt;momshappyhandful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tagged me for a meme. She is Gina's sister who has SIX good looking kids. I don't know how she manages. I have four (3.5) kids and it's hectic. Plus, I have an awesome husband to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meme is to consist of six random things about myself, so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My biggest pet peeve is when a driver gets in the right lane and has no intention of turning right. I know it's not a turn only lane, but haven't they heard the saying, "right on red"? Have some courtesy for the drivers turning right!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not buy generic Pine-Sol or bleach. There is a difference! (You got that Scott?) Also, I have tried to go green with the Arm and Hammer detergent, and let me tell ya........it makes your clothes smell like mildew! No thanks!!! I'll stick with Gain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I clean my washer and dryer. I know! I know! I'm crazy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shave the hair that grows randomly on my two big toes. Don't tell me you don't!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met John Michael Montgomery back stage at one of his concerts and asked him for his shirt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I buy some of my clothes at Wal-Mart while I'm grocery shopping.  I have received complements on a couple of the graphic shirts that I have purchased there from random young people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I don't have six blogger friends, but I have four I can tag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://daddysourhero-gina.blogspot.com/"&gt;daddysourhero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://supermomjenn.blogspot.com/"&gt;supermomjen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://watsongang2.blogspot.com/"&gt;watsongang&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurabelle7.blogspot.com/"&gt;laurabelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Libby you should so get a blog! You could start it off with this meme. I would love to read what you have to say, especially about Ashlyn and Bailey. What do ya say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules for the meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post the rules on the blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write six random things about yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag six people @ the end of your post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let each person know they have been tagged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the tagger know when your entry is up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you discovered something new about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4397644481654065208?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4397644481654065208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4397644481654065208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4397644481654065208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4397644481654065208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag!  I&apos;m it!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1827868441245709604</id><published>2008-09-27T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:34:06.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo Ricky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN75mgZbWJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/T_kCINNIdQ4/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250908655487506578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN75mgZbWJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/T_kCINNIdQ4/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricky is growing up and participating in his passion for rodeo roping.  (A sport I don't particularly care for.)  As long as he is sitting on his horse, I'm supportive of his decision and happy to watch.   However, last night Scott, Allan, Elena, my parents and I went to watch him and he rode a steer!  Something I'm sure Ricky thought was way cool.  I, on the other hand, as his mother, do not want him engaging in that particular dangerous activity that could result in serious injuries.  Why would one deliberately volunteer to get thrown off an animal that weighs more than them?!  CRAZY!!!!  Aside from that event, he did well, and we are glad he invited us.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-1827868441245709604?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1827868441245709604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1827868441245709604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1827868441245709604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1827868441245709604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/rodeo-ricky.html' title='Rodeo Ricky'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN75mgZbWJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/T_kCINNIdQ4/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4909912347586340688</id><published>2008-09-27T10:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:07:10.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elena's New Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6rXFw-lMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nZEilambyGc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822628733523138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6rXFw-lMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nZEilambyGc/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister-in-law, Jennifer, gave Elena the Princess lettering when she was six.  I just repainted them.  Yep, I did the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6rF3LPuCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dp8lZXjSbnw/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822332759390242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6rF3LPuCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dp8lZXjSbnw/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6q0Wl0ysI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wJRQUK-jqkg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822031954725570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6q0Wl0ysI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wJRQUK-jqkg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6qmg-wv5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/dMm4DZwa42k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250821794225504146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6qmg-wv5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/dMm4DZwa42k/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6qWkl9S7I/AAAAAAAAA44/_D9t9w7ub14/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250821520317303730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6qWkl9S7I/AAAAAAAAA44/_D9t9w7ub14/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mirror that originally went with the dresser was broken during the "re doing" transition.  Also, my other sister-in-law, Amie, gave Elena the Princess deco, a few years ago for Christmas.  The soccer Build-A-Bear was a gift from my parents.  All the others were also gifts.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6qDez5O-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/b_1ge1Mq8NU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250821192347630562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6qDez5O-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/b_1ge1Mq8NU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allan is intrigued with the lamp.  He even woke Elena up one morning at 6:30, which she was not happy about, so he could look at it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN5Y7UV8rhI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xo0KAQR62hM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250731991656869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN5Y7UV8rhI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xo0KAQR62hM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't decided what or if I should put anything above the head board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN5XwS0AnkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fs5GtOXMvnQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250730702755896898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN5XwS0AnkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fs5GtOXMvnQ/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note: I'm not done with the boys room.  I'm waiting for their bedding to come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-4909912347586340688?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4909912347586340688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4909912347586340688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4909912347586340688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4909912347586340688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/elenas-new-room.html' title='Elena&apos;s New Room'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SN6rXFw-lMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nZEilambyGc/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-162218810276024647</id><published>2008-09-24T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:49:38.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See the smile on his face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNr4B3xt5jI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/H_ACcIrouqI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781026689771058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNr4B3xt5jI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/H_ACcIrouqI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Allan heard the words Golden Chick, and before he would get in the car, he asked for a quarter.  He didn't care about dinner, he just wanted a prized "junk" egg.  Twenty five cents later, he was the proud owner of a dime sized patriotic star eraser, which I'm sure will end up in the garbage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-162218810276024647?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/162218810276024647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=162218810276024647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/162218810276024647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/162218810276024647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/see-smile-on-his-face.html' title='See the smile on his face!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNr4B3xt5jI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/H_ACcIrouqI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4033723036370848430</id><published>2008-09-23T18:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:17:12.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the way to my house, this past weekend, my parents stopped at a yard sale because they spotted this bike for Allan. (Thanks Mom and Dad!) Mom "Jewed" the poor guy to $4.00! Go, Mom! Well, since then, Allan will come home from school and the first thing out of his mouth is, as my Dad predicted, "I wanna go outside and ride my bike!" It use to be he wanted a snack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmBDbrzGlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/28GRgyp2DHg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249368736648075858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmBDbrzGlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/28GRgyp2DHg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricky and Allan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmASNjiOGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rOAUe0Hx9T4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367891041728610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmASNjiOGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rOAUe0Hx9T4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding with the handle bars the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmAAd4Fs4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/70jxZlOqie4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367586185261954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmAAd4Fs4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/70jxZlOqie4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding down the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNl_3Oo80MI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1CMZlOhhz2s/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367427476410562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNl_3Oo80MI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1CMZlOhhz2s/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to ride his bike up the drive way, so he just drags it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-4033723036370848430?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4033723036370848430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4033723036370848430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4033723036370848430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4033723036370848430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/bike-riding.html' title='Bike Riding'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SNmBDbrzGlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/28GRgyp2DHg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-8231153304714914075</id><published>2008-09-23T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:44:59.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Update</title><content type='html'>After shopping online at Amazon and Wal-Mart and physically looking at Office Depot and again at Wal-Mart (my second home), I finally made an in store purchase at Wal-Mart. Too many options!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already pleased with the pics, but annoyed I have to learn a new gadget.  My friends know I am not an electronic person.  My VCR, (Stop laughing!  Yes, I still have one of those!) still flashes 12:00.  If it weren't for Scott and my older kids, I wouldn't be able to operate the DVD player.  When Allan wants to watch his beloved Arthur he say, "You dunno how to do it, Mommy?!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back in picture taking business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-8231153304714914075?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8231153304714914075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=8231153304714914075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8231153304714914075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/8231153304714914075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/camera-update.html' title='Camera Update'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4201004510773339186</id><published>2008-09-21T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:37:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too old to be...............</title><content type='html'>Falling off the bed! (I hope you have stopped laughing by now GINA!!) Yep, I fell off Tuesday night and hit my head on the night stand. It's still sensitive. No kidding! (Mom says I should get checked out.) My shoulder is bruised. My knee is banged up and so is my "kankle" from hitting my oscillating fan. Scott syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke Scott up from his deep sleep with the "big bang."  He came to my aid not knowing what had happened saying, "Wo Wo Wo Wo.!"  I guess, something he was taught way back when he went to EMS school......................Yeah, I had already landed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena had a delayed response.  Her bedroom is down the hall from mine.  She came to check on what was going on...............................TEN minutes later, asking if someone was banging on Allan's bedroom door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4201004510773339186?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4201004510773339186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4201004510773339186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4201004510773339186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4201004510773339186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-too-old-to-be.html' title='I&apos;m too old to be...............'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-818430359216045597</id><published>2008-09-21T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:42:06.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VB Tourney</title><content type='html'>This weekend Elena and the Jackson Eagles participated in a tournament. And my girl has SKILLS!!! (Which were not inherited from her biological parents.) She served 14 times in a row overhand and made 14 pts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everyone in the stands knew who her parents were. Scott and I are her biggest fans. We even have Allan chanting, "Go Eagles!" &amp;amp; "Go Lena!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eagles placed 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Still no camera! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-818430359216045597?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/818430359216045597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=818430359216045597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/818430359216045597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/818430359216045597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/vb-tourney.html' title='VB Tourney'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4481597456512012843</id><published>2008-09-14T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:36:26.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera</title><content type='html'>I have plenty to blog about but the camera Scott gave my for Christmas several years ago DIED!!!  I'm so sad!  This is a MUST have.  However, I don't have a clue on how to buy a new one.  I went on a quest to buy one, but there were so many options.  I was overwhelmed!  I came home empty handed.  Anyone have any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside, from that.  I finished Elena's room.  It looks awesome!  She wants this bedding at Target.  I'm on the fence about it.  It's $80. bucks!  I really don't want to spend the cash  on it.  I'm sure I may end up purchasing it cause I just want to be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to start painting the boys room today, but that was unsuccessful.  Allan and I were the only two home this morning.  I thought I could start and complete this task today.  WRONG!!!  He asked me about 50 times if I was painting.  To throw him for a loop I finally said, "No!"  He said, "Yes, you are."  UHHHHHHH!!!!  Then why are you asking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky had his first junior high theft.  He went to the bathroom while he was in gym class and thought it would be o.k. to leave his locker momentarily unlocked.  WRONG!!  He hates that I've reminded him 500 times (now, 501) this is not elementary school.  He's going to have to be more responsible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when he came out of the restroom, his pants were thrown across the floor, a shoe was not near the other, his shirt was thrown above the locker and his watch was missing.  I asked, "Did you learn anything from this incident?"  I guess to irritate me he said, "What do you mean?"  OMG!!!!!!  BOYS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4481597456512012843?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4481597456512012843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4481597456512012843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4481597456512012843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4481597456512012843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/camera.html' title='Camera'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7823077057869750021</id><published>2008-09-09T16:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:31:56.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was picture day for Allan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbqLdvDjKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yjI9MQzewIk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244136298800975010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbqLdvDjKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yjI9MQzewIk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbqCielpsI/AAAAAAAAA3A/7b8VwaAhVHc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244136145455261378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbqCielpsI/AAAAAAAAA3A/7b8VwaAhVHc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbp4mgGVCI/AAAAAAAAA24/rRfZUYTRX6c/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244135974736647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbp4mgGVCI/AAAAAAAAA24/rRfZUYTRX6c/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbpvHJZEWI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hdgxfPDNWAU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244135811701084514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbpvHJZEWI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hdgxfPDNWAU/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TAKE THIS OFF OF ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-7823077057869750021?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7823077057869750021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7823077057869750021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7823077057869750021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7823077057869750021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-picture-day-for-allan.html' title='Today was picture day for Allan'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbqLdvDjKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yjI9MQzewIk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2682068910471478367</id><published>2008-09-09T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:36:00.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to watch?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmmmmmm...............................CMT? Oprah&lt;strong&gt;? OPRAH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Yesterday, was the season premiere and she had the Olympic competitors on her show. Michael Phelps was on! Next to People magazine, she's up there as priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't wait for the premiere Desperate Housewives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-2682068910471478367?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2682068910471478367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2682068910471478367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2682068910471478367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2682068910471478367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-watch.html' title='What to watch?'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7770683779567870269</id><published>2008-09-09T15:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:17:18.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Country</title><content type='html'>Since last Thursday, I have been redecorating my kids room. Elena, Ricky &amp;amp; Brandon wanted to trade rooms, which translates to disastrous tornado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the country theme Ricky and Bran decided on three years ago, and hunting for a boot clock, a western lamp shade, denim curtains, spur book ends, a lasso, a sheriffs badge, a Texas rug, chaps among other items, it's all put away in a box to go up in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun began of removing wallpaper. It TOTALLY kicked hiney!!! When I put it on, I intended for it to never come off. I will NEVER wallpaper again! Elena said it was a phase when I was wallpaper happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Scott of my plans. (My Mom says that's the way to do it.)He came home and said, "You are your mother's daughter!" Every time you go to my parents home the furniture is rearranged. OMG!! I'm turning in to my MOTHER!!! That means the fires will soon start!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is afraid of fires. Once my Mother wanted new living room furniture so she set the furniture on fire while my Dad was at work. Outcome: She got new furniture! Now, she gets whatever, whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbhJEKfDqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ThBuXAVtuZw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244126361972313762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbhJEKfDqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ThBuXAVtuZw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This really is wallpaper made to look like a fence. I was asked all the time if it was the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbg5aXCCXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ETSNd5rMeNg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244126093052610930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbg5aXCCXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ETSNd5rMeNg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbguYwAu9I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5RXW2iB0Sps/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244125903641951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbguYwAu9I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5RXW2iB0Sps/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took me a while to find this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbgZL2OKmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/vHVpNPhJWNU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244125539401083490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbgZL2OKmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/vHVpNPhJWNU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handy son disassembling the bed and Elena helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbgDXF5A2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Um5NlHCAaqo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244125164462474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbgDXF5A2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Um5NlHCAaqo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This really is a Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbfyecjBwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Kz6ExKgKZk0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244124874378774274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbfyecjBwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Kz6ExKgKZk0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't ask Scott for help because I had Ricky. He's an 11 yr old trapped in an adult body. I don't know where he learned how to be a handy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:  &lt;/strong&gt;I haven't finished the transformation but be assured I will post pics when I am finished with my project(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-7770683779567870269?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7770683779567870269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7770683779567870269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7770683779567870269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7770683779567870269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone-country.html' title='Gone Country'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SMbhJEKfDqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ThBuXAVtuZw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1531306362747839249</id><published>2008-09-02T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:50:39.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL362EelyaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/byMxFWoo4Pk/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241621348151052706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL362EelyaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/byMxFWoo4Pk/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elena made da volleyball team!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-1531306362747839249?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1531306362747839249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1531306362747839249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1531306362747839249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1531306362747839249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-in.html' title='She&apos;s in!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL362EelyaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/byMxFWoo4Pk/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3874679204393611236</id><published>2008-09-02T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:46:12.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kites R 4 Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL34sNWVhwI/AAAAAAAAA1o/V0GtGHjKJPY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241618979710404354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL34sNWVhwI/AAAAAAAAA1o/V0GtGHjKJPY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a child, I remember flying kites with my family.  I thought they were fun, yet scary.  I had this crazy notion I was going to be lifted in the sky as I was flying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I bought Allan a fish kite and asked Scott to help me assemble and fly it.  He said, "I don't know how to do that.  Kites are for girls!"  As you can see, I got him to embrace his inner child.............reluctantly.  &lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-3874679204393611236?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3874679204393611236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3874679204393611236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3874679204393611236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3874679204393611236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/kites-r-4-girls.html' title='Kites R 4 Girls'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL34sNWVhwI/AAAAAAAAA1o/V0GtGHjKJPY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-1642430139048836156</id><published>2008-09-01T21:54:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:35:49.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday, Scott and I spent the day together and went to lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Benihana's&lt;/span&gt; without KIDS!!!! It was so awesome to enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and have a conversation with out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interruption&lt;/span&gt;. The food is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the kids were dismissed and released from school, we set out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lake house&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, we did stop at Dairy Queen. By the way, the price of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;burritos&lt;/span&gt; I love so much went up on price. They are now priced at $2.39 instead of $1.19. Scott says I can just buy them from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Swan's&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3spjBlVXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CO1F5h5jJjo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241605739849799026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3spjBlVXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CO1F5h5jJjo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I surprised Brandon and bought him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heely's&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heely's&lt;/span&gt; are a new fad. They have wheels on the heels. I knew he would be elated to have them and he was. Then he discovered the wheels where missing.:( He had to wait to wear them until I was able to return them with ones with wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan found a generic pair that his cousin left at the lake house, and he held on to the counter for safety. Which by the way, after Brandon wore his, I thought perhaps I shouldn't have purchased them. He's not the most coordinated boy. He's had his share on falls with and without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3sfZ3LymI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vi9HgJ1Rrzw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241605565591571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3sfZ3LymI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vi9HgJ1Rrzw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3sC37Yi2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vyfIG-LIgbc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241605075446041442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3sC37Yi2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vyfIG-LIgbc/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3rlIOzK9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/mml2Nj0zB3A/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241604564426370002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3rlIOzK9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/mml2Nj0zB3A/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elena and Brandon spent most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; time at the Marina fishing, something they don't get to do in the big city. They didn't catch anything worth keeping. Brandon did manage to get stung by a yellow jacket. You guys know that incident didn't go without drama. He didn't get any sympathy though...................he's TEN!!!  God love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3qMf4y5oI/AAAAAAAAA04/-A_iAglnjLc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241603041768171138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3qMf4y5oI/AAAAAAAAA04/-A_iAglnjLc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3pbOLfuII/AAAAAAAAA0w/AEHeaT6HgnU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241602195201177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3pbOLfuII/AAAAAAAAA0w/AEHeaT6HgnU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3onvS0T3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/I1KlkccFGPw/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241601310737059698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3onvS0T3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/I1KlkccFGPw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the house. The boat dock and the Marina are about 1/8 of a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLysMwdWvtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MKWlrsQSmXs/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241253401518849746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLysMwdWvtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MKWlrsQSmXs/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLyrjuZAGsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/M7v9_gmlQYc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241252696589081282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLyrjuZAGsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/M7v9_gmlQYc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked Allan to stop playing so I could take a pic of him. He, on his own, went and found this lone sunflower stem to stand next to, down the hill the house is located from. Jack then ran up the hill and Jack fell down. He didn't break his crown, but he did land in an ant pile. He's a tough boy! He didn't cry because of the bites, but he cried for a split second because of the dirt on his face. As soon as I dust him off, he was fine. He makes his mommy proud! (Bran should take lessons from his two year old baby brother.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and yes, Allan loves to wear his undies only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-1642430139048836156?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1642430139048836156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=1642430139048836156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1642430139048836156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/1642430139048836156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SL3spjBlVXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CO1F5h5jJjo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-6437976909602379055</id><published>2008-08-31T22:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:37:56.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Gina</title><content type='html'>Devin, before you left your comment about Gina on my post, I had already started a post on Sunday night about missing her.  I was just too tired to finish.  I do miss her SO VERY MUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a few close friends they have a special connection with. Gina is one I have so much in common with. We met eight years ago and our lives parallel so much. We both grew up in small towns, married the wrong person the first time around, (We are now married to the love of our life!) have blended families, started over with babies after our children were older........the list is never ending. Also, we can be objective honestly without offending one another. I value her opinion, greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having Gina withdrawals!:(  She has been in Chicago for the past couple of weeks for a much too long awaited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt; with her hubby who has returned safely from serving his second tour in Iraq!  Thank you, David!  I am so happy they are &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY &lt;/strong&gt;together.........................but I'm ready to resume talking on the phone, emailing, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;. There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt; only she would understand or appreciate. I have so much to tell you girl! And, I can't wait to hear about your long awaited reunion..................except for the "monkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-6437976909602379055?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/6437976909602379055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=6437976909602379055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6437976909602379055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6437976909602379055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-gina.html' title='Missing Gina'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7286710986440474405</id><published>2008-08-31T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:03:19.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Democratic Convention</title><content type='html'>Even though, I have been rooting for the underdog since the presidential primaries (close your eyes, Aunt Olivia)................. John McCain, I still watched the Democratic Convention.  My Aunt is a die hard Democrat.  I can remember watching the convention when Walter Mondale was running for President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Obama's speech was good, I thought.  Hillary and Bill, well, they are true politicians.  They could sell a broken used car as a top of the line luxury car.  They are good at their calling.  I was almost swayed, until..............................Biden spoke.  He totally lost my interest and I was bored.  Then, it was Obama's turn.  One question.  How does he plan to fulfill all these promises?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever wins, it will be history in the making for sure!  A black President or a woman VP?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-7286710986440474405?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7286710986440474405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7286710986440474405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7286710986440474405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7286710986440474405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/democratic-convention.html' title='Democratic Convention'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4617745670787611868</id><published>2008-08-31T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:36:51.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Elena has had volleyball try outs this past week after school.  She will not know if she will make the team till Tuesday.  When I was her age, at my little bitty school, any one could participate in any sport with out trying out.  That's how I was able to be on the basketball and track team as a bench warmer.  It didn't bother me either because I didn't like to sweat.  She will be heart broken, if she doesn't make it because like Scott, she is competitive and athletic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Thursday.  Elena called me sobbing @ 4:30 to come pick her up, (thirty minutes earlier than normal pick up time).  The plastic covering had fallen off the fire wall alarm when she accidentally bumped into it.  She went to place the covering back on it and it set off the alarm.  The coach sent her to the office to notify someone to turn it off.  The new assistant principle told Elena she was going to AEP and wouldn't be able to be on the team.  Being the respectful student she is, she just accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all this drama, Scott originally was going to pick her up.  I called him to tell him not to.  Since Ricky was in the vehicle, I didn't want to discuss why.  He asked, "Does this have to do with womanly problems?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I didn't go "ghetto" like my Mom would have "back in the day", (I mean that with lots of love, Mom.) but I was going to get to the bottom of this.  I know my child and she would not have done anything to jeopardize not being on the team or her education.  After I spoke with the coach, and two other assistant principles it was determined it was an accident and it was not set deliberately.  Everything was resolved and Elena does not have AEP and she can still try out.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued........................................... pending try out results.  Cross your fingers!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  If you read this, please don't tell Ricky.  He'll hold it over Elena head, as siblings do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-4617745670787611868?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4617745670787611868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4617745670787611868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4617745670787611868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4617745670787611868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-6549228787529836874</id><published>2008-08-27T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:03:36.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta Control</title><content type='html'>When I took Elena and Ricky to their scheduled dental appointments, their was a Mexican family sitting in the waiting area.  Mom was reading her Bible while she waited with her four children.  The teenage daughter and son were playing or texting on their cell phones.  Her 10 year old was aggravating the 5 year old.  Mom kept telling them to calm down but she had no scene control.  I kept quite thinking "How do I tell her kids to shut the hell up?"  I didn't say anything though.  I did give Mom "the look," so she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I was upset with myself for not speaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I returned to the same place for Ricky to have his two cavities filled and for Allan to have his evaluation.  Again, there was another Mom with three non-home trained kids.  This time, I said, "Quite down!  This is a place of business."  The kids gave me that deer in the head light look and did as I asked.  Mom was stunned that a stranger had said something to her children.  She should have been embarrassed.  Would you have said anything?   Maybe, I should find a new dentist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-6549228787529836874?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/6549228787529836874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=6549228787529836874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6549228787529836874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/6549228787529836874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/outta-control.html' title='Outta Control'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2382794508631736354</id><published>2008-08-25T21:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:16:34.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNzl7ZPrzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/sRZLsZ3wh84/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238657886997950258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNzl7ZPrzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/sRZLsZ3wh84/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it's back to school time!!!! That means it's back to busy schedules, sports, and morning chaos. "I need lunch money!" "Can you sign this paper for me?," as we're walking out the door.  How I have enjoyed the summer break from the anxiety, stress and pressure from the morning rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNw37yKt6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/bKdygrzFapw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238654897805244322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNw37yKt6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/bKdygrzFapw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom:  Kids I can either take your pic here or at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6th &amp;amp; 7th grader:  (simultaneously) HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNweGO3h4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Bfh-Pp5M6Do/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238654453933377410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNweGO3h4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Bfh-Pp5M6Do/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allan's first day of curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNv9Wp_ZbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/F8i6mcQqQsU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238653891406423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNv9Wp_ZbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/F8i6mcQqQsU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allan, in his sister's chair, waiting outside with Mommy (camcorder in hand) for Elena and Ricky to arrive from their first day from junior high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-2382794508631736354?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2382794508631736354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2382794508631736354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2382794508631736354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2382794508631736354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNzl7ZPrzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/sRZLsZ3wh84/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7169333828232664885</id><published>2008-08-25T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:49:51.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Cone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNuKott5lI/AAAAAAAAAzg/h0A7mrhaZWo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651920568936018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNuKott5lI/AAAAAAAAAzg/h0A7mrhaZWo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elena had to get one last snow cone before summer comes to a close end.  She even paid for it with her own cash.  I think the $20.00 she found in her messy room while she was "cleaning" it was burning a hole in her skinny jeans.&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-7169333828232664885?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7169333828232664885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7169333828232664885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7169333828232664885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7169333828232664885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/snow-cone.html' title='Snow Cone'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SLNuKott5lI/AAAAAAAAAzg/h0A7mrhaZWo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-3800251573347635833</id><published>2008-08-22T20:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:13:05.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>School starts on Monday and we had an itinerary for the last Friday before the upcoming new school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the morning by arriving at Care Now before the doors opened for Elena's school physical to participate in athletics.  Yes, she has a pediatrician, but I called to schedule an appointment three weeks ago and the first available was September 5th.         &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9juABV2cI/AAAAAAAAAzY/1E24DotTs28/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237514533585934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9juABV2cI/AAAAAAAAAzY/1E24DotTs28/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricky had to get his hair cut with Paco.  That really is his name.  Ricky originally had been cutting his hair with Paco's aunt, Maria, but Paco is way "cool," young and hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9jgWaMTGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/QZ9vmXaT8ac/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237514299077577826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9jgWaMTGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/QZ9vmXaT8ac/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We managed to get in a couple of hours at Six Flags.  (Hope you had fun Zach.)  Are these tweens really on a carousel?  What would their friends say if they found out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9jP09259I/AAAAAAAAAzI/v-suuyrZ1wg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237514015222458322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9jP09259I/AAAAAAAAAzI/v-suuyrZ1wg/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take my junior high kids to pick up their schedules.  Can you tell they do not want to be near the camera or Mom?  &lt;strong&gt;News Flash:&lt;/strong&gt;  Everyone has parents and at some point we will embarrass you.  Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9i-UwKxxI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9drLuEPI2WY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237513714517329682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9i-UwKxxI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9drLuEPI2WY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final stop for the day was at the dentist office.  Elena had a clean bill of mouth health.  Ricky on the other hand, has two cavity.  Anybody surprised?  Especially, when he thinks it's o.k. to use his index finger with tooth paste to "brush" his teeth.  UGHHHH!!!!  I learned about that this summer.  I think I made it clear the operative word is BRUSH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9iyfpr6CI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9y4CouobMws/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237513511284500514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9iyfpr6CI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9y4CouobMws/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9iiedTvOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1si5GWVbW80/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237513236086242530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9iiedTvOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1si5GWVbW80/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-3800251573347635833?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3800251573347635833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=3800251573347635833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3800251573347635833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/3800251573347635833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9juABV2cI/AAAAAAAAAzY/1E24DotTs28/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-4000345529404911723</id><published>2008-08-22T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:04:46.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9fgPSlmwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pPzXs9d38EE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237509899120122626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9fgPSlmwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pPzXs9d38EE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9fOk3_WiI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tu2xcH0jAl8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237509595676498466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9fOk3_WiI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tu2xcH0jAl8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9e6jI0NwI/AAAAAAAAAyY/UDEfsEt961I/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237509251612817154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9e6jI0NwI/AAAAAAAAAyY/UDEfsEt961I/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elena and Ricky spent 5 days and 4 nights with their Aunt Rhonda (Jerry's sister), Uncle Royce and cousin Zack at their home in Boyce, which is near Waxahachie.  (Thanks, for the invite Rhonda!)  In return, (no comparison) Zack came home with them Thursday afternoon to stay the night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the pool is being occupied by the kids!  It has not been in use for about 2 or 3 weeks.  And Allan has them to play with.  I think he was getting sick of Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&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/3167350993170529578-4000345529404911723?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4000345529404911723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=4000345529404911723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4000345529404911723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/4000345529404911723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/zack.html' title='Zack'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SK9fgPSlmwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pPzXs9d38EE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-7233567556853691319</id><published>2008-08-20T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:17:31.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKy-L0EY6DI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0mELkavzqV8/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236769576889935922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKy-L0EY6DI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0mELkavzqV8/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, for the first time since Allan has been attending "big boy" school, which has been three months now, he walked in without me having to carry him in. He then showed me his cubby and led me to his classroom! I felt proud, yet sad all at the same time. I know he still needs me, but it's just another small indication he's growing up.&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-7233567556853691319?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/7233567556853691319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=7233567556853691319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7233567556853691319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/7233567556853691319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKy-L0EY6DI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0mELkavzqV8/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-9153710524860632628</id><published>2008-08-19T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:52:57.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 21</title><content type='html'>This evening I went to The Parks Mall to return three pair of skinny jeans Elena "had to have." She tried them on when I purchased them for her not too long ago. While we were at the store, she told me they fit. Then, she decided she better get a bigger size, after she tried them on again at home. UGGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest size the store carries is a 30 (waist size). Elena said she's afraid if she washes the pants, they may shrink. She only took that into consideration after I told her I was not going to buy her new jeans if they didn't fit her in a couple of months. She could tie rope around them, for all I care. That would mean she would just have to wear super tight jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't give her stipulations, she will not care cause "Mom will just buy her more" in her imaginary tween world. NO!!!! She isn't wasting my money. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind her being in fashion, but Mom doesn't have a money tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Forever 21 only gives you store credit even with a receipt!! Had I known that, I would have never allowed her to buy anything there, because my daughter needs a 32!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167350993170529578-9153710524860632628?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/9153710524860632628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=9153710524860632628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/9153710524860632628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/9153710524860632628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/forever-21.html' title='Forever 21'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-2531747968648773474</id><published>2008-08-17T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:11:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKi6Nrs_zcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Jh52Rq5Rfgg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235639311050722754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKi6Nrs_zcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Jh52Rq5Rfgg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKi6DyT2W4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/40ojyQTTpOM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235639141025602434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKi6DyT2W4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/40ojyQTTpOM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allan has discovered videos, and he loves ARTHUR!!  (In my book, it's better than Barney!)  I've gone to Target and Wal-Mart to buy him an Arthur video, with no luck.  I went to a near by video store and it wasn't for sale but I could rent it for free.  (I just want to buy a video!)  Every five days, either Scott or I go to re-rent it.  I know, it sounds silly, but he cries for it.  I don't want it to be the babysitter, but it's a new discovery for Allan.  He's in a trance when he's watching it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the non-electronic person I am, I don't know how to operate the DVD player that is in the entertainment center, the kids rigged another DVD player to the t.v.  It works!        &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/3167350993170529578-2531747968648773474?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2531747968648773474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=2531747968648773474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2531747968648773474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/2531747968648773474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/arthur.html' title='Arthur'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKi6Nrs_zcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Jh52Rq5Rfgg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167350993170529578.post-971301171571997453</id><published>2008-08-17T17:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:56:47.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa &amp; Mama Canas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKiq4s2ICHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_4bA7LXpRCI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235622457905776754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKiq4s2ICHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_4bA7LXpRCI/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elena and Ricky spent this past last week with my parent. They sqeezed in time with them before they both start junior high and won't have time too. They love it there!  (They went to VBS, fishing, camping and had no chores or Mom harping on them to clean their room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Allan on the other hand will ask about my parents, but he doesn't want to stay there with them. He makes it clear before we go to visit that he doesn't want to stay. He's the only grandchild that doesn't. What's wrong with him?&lt;br /&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/3167350993170529578-971301171571997453?l=supermomhelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/feeds/971301171571997453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167350993170529578&amp;postID=971301171571997453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/971301171571997453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167350993170529578/posts/default/971301171571997453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermomhelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/papa-mama-canas.html' title='Papa &amp; Mama Canas'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146569744455434379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/R7SNVTrnsuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BZnAK48NKtU/S220/059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNtJn0dr8Qo/SKiq4s2ICHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_4bA7LXpRCI/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
