<?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-4642633598730319686</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:02:39.312-06:00</updated><category term='friendship'/><title type='text'>sparklpopmomma</title><subtitle type='html'>i do what i want! only after the babies are asleep.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-30759819581842674</id><published>2011-04-18T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:05:25.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st quarter</title><content type='html'>Wowzers. I can't seem to find the time to write. at all. Ramsey is still eating pretty much every 4 hours, 24 hours a day. He is almost 4 months and it seems he should be going 6-8 hours now. maybe i'm an enabler? :D maybe i just want to feed so he'll pass out and i can go back to snoozing. Cecily made that transition on her own. one night she just didn't wake up to eat and it was so nice. i think i'm going to have to break this habit of his. He doesn't NEED this bottle.  So there's that. Also, on the horizon is potty training C. We decided to wait to train her b/c everyone said she would regress after the baby was born. Then we waited some so we could get our life to a new normal. Then people kept saying wait til summer so it's easier when she's in dresses all the time. Well, I kinda feel we just need to do it.  I would really like to stay home one weekend and put her in panties and let the accidents happen. I don't think she would like pee running down her legs or poop in her panties. So send some good thoughts and prayers our way on those two fronts. Ramsey sleeping longer stretches at night and C learning to potty in the toilets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-30759819581842674?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/30759819581842674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=30759819581842674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/30759819581842674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/30759819581842674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/1st-quarter.html' title='1st quarter'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8521011387369579958</id><published>2011-03-03T21:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:43:28.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKe4XOuQ4zY/TXBfMLeNUyI/AAAAAAAAsNk/tT5Qu-Hojoo/s1600/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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SNOOOKLAHOMA!!! it's been fun though having my family with me. all snowed in is fun, but i need to get out! and i did. with such a great husband its not too hard. It's been better on the home front with Ram man. He's loving being on formula. Much happier baby, means a much happier family!  he's still on his reflux Rx. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a lesson on how to a bomb ass blogger. I need to know how to post the pics in the order i want and such. i know there is a class for it. I have a friend who took it!  now it's time for pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last is from the ice storm in 07. that's our lincoln. under a tarp, sort of, under a ton of frozen branches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next one is dr. wilks with Ramsey the week after he was born. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecily lounging in Ramseys bouncer. I think we need to have adult ones! look how cozy she looks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom and daughter roaring competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C lovin the photobooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry it's backwards.  :D&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/4642633598730319686-2016862536915774005?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2016862536915774005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2016862536915774005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2016862536915774005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2016862536915774005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-snoklahoma.html' title='February = SNOKLAHOMA!!!!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TVHHwUNeN9I/AAAAAAAAsM0/Z7kgNXKR1sw/s72-c/Photo%2B751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5176187360950391804</id><published>2011-01-26T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:33:59.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA53X_Cs-I/AAAAAAAAsME/Up3tkedKfm0/s1600/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA53X_Cs-I/AAAAAAAAsME/Up3tkedKfm0/s400/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566512762923955170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA528id_ZI/AAAAAAAAsL8/QwZ3824TEMs/s1600/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA528id_ZI/AAAAAAAAsL8/QwZ3824TEMs/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566512755556351378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA52thfimI/AAAAAAAAsL0/aygLojjXhwA/s1600/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA52thfimI/AAAAAAAAsL0/aygLojjXhwA/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566512751525726818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is pretty much what c wanted to do all day long the first 2 weeks.  Ramsey is 4 weeks now and she is a little less interested in him than the first few days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she loves him. LOVES him. and she is a really great big sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first 4 weeks have been really challenging to say the least. have been to the doctor at least once a week. the er for me once. for ramsey once. ben went to the walk in clinic. and we are going back to the doctor today for me, c, and ram man. i have been fighting something off for a few weeks and it's finally catching up. i believe its a combo of being sleep deprived and full of stress. and it's that time of year where it seems everyone you know has been sickly. bleh.  my fever broke last night. woke up to being soaking wet from sweat.   i feel better today already and i'm thankful for that. c is going to get checked out b/c her nose is super runny and it's no longer clear. Ramsey has a cough i'm worried about. i think he got it from me. :(  my cough has made me almost vomit a few times, getting choked up and can't stop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some things for my friends who are pregnant!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/index.htm"&gt;The Miracle Blanket!&lt;/a&gt; it's like a straight jacket for babies and it works well!  Ramsey did the best last night and slept the longest in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happiestbaby.com/"&gt;The Happiest Baby on the Block!&lt;/a&gt; We rented this from the library. It's a dvd and a book. Watch it! It has REALLY helped calm Ramsey and get him to sleep.  he has reflux and he is pain a lot b/c of it. Zantac has helped but he still screams.  :(  No need to buy it, it's only 30 minutes long and the library should have it!  check it out!  The miracle blanket is expensive however. almost 38 dollars! but it's worth the 5 hours of sleep Rams got with it. :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pics are of C holding Rams. you can see how happy she is!  she loves to hold him and says when she is finished!  it's pretty cute.  The second picture is c on our step stool that she turned into her desk.  She says she is watching funny videos on her computer. The last is Ben and his mini me. i love baby and daddy pics.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5176187360950391804?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5176187360950391804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5176187360950391804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5176187360950391804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5176187360950391804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa.html' title='whoa.'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TUA53X_Cs-I/AAAAAAAAsME/Up3tkedKfm0/s72-c/DSC00758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1583099668254692825</id><published>2011-01-02T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:11:44.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TSE7wTPRSDI/AAAAAAAAsJg/0NE6f-EuqAE/s1600/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TSE7wTPRSDI/AAAAAAAAsJg/0NE6f-EuqAE/s400/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557789116135983154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my family. Minus Bentley and Beemer, but you get the picture. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday evening about 8 I started to feel contractions, or at least what i thought could be contractions. I called my mom and said she may need to pack her bag. Called our doula, Karen, and said we would probably head to the hospital when my mom arrived. She said to call her once i got checked in and they checked my cervix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a shower and once in there, i realized i was really in labor!  I told ben to get serious, that we would be needing to leave soon. (He had been sick the previous 24 hours and was not up to par at all!)  my mom got lost. my cousin thankfully was already on her way over, i called her so we could leave asap. i was really feeling the pain!  about 10 or 10:30 we left the house. After we got checked in and I got checked, the nurse said i was dilated to a SEVEN, fully efaced and a bulging bag. WHAT!? WHOA.  Our doula, Karen, said "Oh, Lord. I'll be right there!"  and she was. Labor was hard. Not going to lie, but going as natural as possible was our goal and we did!  I'm not sure what time it was when i felt the need to push, but my body said DO THIS! and everyone in the room said DON'T!  actually someone said breathe through it, and that someone (sorry karen) about got the stink eye. The doctor had been called, twice, i believe, and we were waiting on my pushing on her arriving.  At midnight she arrived and we got to push and at 12:15 am on Dec 27th Ramsey Wayne Sellers entered our world.  What a miracle. Can you believe we grow little people inside our bodies?  It blows my mind thinking about it.   Ramsey weighed in at 7 lbs 8 oz. 20 inches long. Lots of hair. Super cute already. Some babies are alieny but he is handsome from the get go. Anyway, this is my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1583099668254692825?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1583099668254692825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1583099668254692825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1583099668254692825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1583099668254692825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TSE7wTPRSDI/AAAAAAAAsJg/0NE6f-EuqAE/s72-c/DSC00556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6057683378309960502</id><published>2010-12-21T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:21:22.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DUE DATE</title><content type='html'>has come and GONE, again. it's a horrible feeling and i hate it. especially when i kept hearing on your second pregnancy you typically have the baby earlier. EEEERRRRR. wrong. i went to the dr. today. my last apt. when i see her again it'll be in labor and delivery.  :D  so that is a nice feeling. i just don't want to be induced.  next tuesday is the last day she will let me be pregnant though. so we'll see. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in a really pissy mood today too. and i didn't like it that C only napped for about 40 minutes. i was planning on taking C to the doctor alone, but i called in ben to help me out. i was afraid i would go berserk my myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i'm tired of people telling me when a good time for them is for me to have this baby. I DON'T CARE. i'm sorry i'm having baby boy at the busiest time of year. get over it. joking or not, i'm don't want to hear it anymore. so stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i'm quitting calling anyone until i go into labor. tired of everyone asking if i'm at the hospital and me saying no.  over and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing, i have not "nested". i'm SO lazy. i can barely bend over. i have major pain in my hips and ass. (sciatic nerve) and i have a hard time picking up toys off the living room floor. or the dishes after dinner.  so, there is no nesting going on here. it didn't happen with C either so i'm starting to think something is wrong with me. :D  but i already knew that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS i wish Elf was doing the SNL Christmas special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4642633598730319686-6057683378309960502?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6057683378309960502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6057683378309960502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6057683378309960502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6057683378309960502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/12/due-date.html' title='DUE DATE'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2094932179054498903</id><published>2010-12-19T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:27:02.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQ7bEwBLEmI/AAAAAAAAsJA/_kwxhJw8YQA/s1600/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQ7bEwBLEmI/AAAAAAAAsJA/_kwxhJw8YQA/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my all time fave holiday pics happened tonight. we are so cute.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-2094932179054498903?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2094932179054498903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2094932179054498903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2094932179054498903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2094932179054498903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQ7bEwBLEmI/AAAAAAAAsJA/_kwxhJw8YQA/s72-c/DSC00410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-520021328229024744</id><published>2010-12-14T08:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:03:40.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just some stuff we've done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeG6iKlmsI/AAAAAAAAsIk/lWTWcsSzxhs/s1600/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeG6iKlmsI/AAAAAAAAsIk/lWTWcsSzxhs/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550553405919173314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeGKSD9aKI/AAAAAAAAsIc/Ts6ZLFkumWI/s1600/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeGKSD9aKI/AAAAAAAAsIc/Ts6ZLFkumWI/s400/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550552576962685090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeF2J85cII/AAAAAAAAsIU/YlGRHRCBctI/s1600/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeF2J85cII/AAAAAAAAsIU/YlGRHRCBctI/s400/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550552231188197506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeEmWJmIfI/AAAAAAAAsIM/flPstuUcGOo/s1600/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeEmWJmIfI/AAAAAAAAsIM/flPstuUcGOo/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550550860073148914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lots going on round here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently we went to dinner with Amb, Lu and Ike at the Wedge. So good!  they gave the kids pizza dough to play with and that was entertaining. (yes that is a knife in her hand.) After the kids finished eating they decided to have a dance party by the table. so cute. i'm just glad the other guests enjoyed it as much as we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we went to Toyscape. Pretty neat seeing your city made of Legos!  &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;also this past weekend was Ikes 2nd bday party!  i can't believe our lil ones are growing up so fast.  Ike had a wonderful time. Cecily was so well behaved, until she took Ikes Dora play dough. He freaked out and she finally handed it over. whew.  We got to meet Falcor, the albino Ferret. We walked through some of the birds and got to see a BLUE billed duck.  I think renting a place for a party is super smart now.  I bet we do that next year!  &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;also, i will figure out to do pics in right order. someday. blerg.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-520021328229024744?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/520021328229024744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=520021328229024744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/520021328229024744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/520021328229024744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-some-stuff-weve-done.html' title='just some stuff we&apos;ve done...'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQeG6iKlmsI/AAAAAAAAsIk/lWTWcsSzxhs/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1688099921378649260</id><published>2010-12-12T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:14:48.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>have i told you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQWrx6Af-GI/AAAAAAAAsIA/HhWNLMsoFXE/s1600/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQWrx6Af-GI/AAAAAAAAsIA/HhWNLMsoFXE/s400/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i got a NEW camera!  woot!  this means i'll blog more. i feel a blog isn't complete w/o pics. so here is my belly at 38 weeks. what what! ya heard.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-1688099921378649260?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1688099921378649260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1688099921378649260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1688099921378649260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1688099921378649260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-i-told-you.html' title='have i told you?'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TQWrx6Af-GI/AAAAAAAAsIA/HhWNLMsoFXE/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6104457184068599112</id><published>2010-11-16T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:06:55.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one more for good measure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TOMOj2OMwYI/AAAAAAAAr_o/m3AUlY5XrI8/s1600/Photo%2B745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TOMOj2OMwYI/AAAAAAAAr_o/m3AUlY5XrI8/s400/Photo%2B745.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; already ready for Christmas!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-6104457184068599112?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6104457184068599112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6104457184068599112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6104457184068599112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6104457184068599112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-more-for-good-measure.html' title='one more for good measure.'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TOMOj2OMwYI/AAAAAAAAr_o/m3AUlY5XrI8/s72-c/Photo%2B745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3543541150349091422</id><published>2010-11-16T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:05:37.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TOMOQG7sCyI/AAAAAAAAr_g/ft0YD2ilnPA/s1600/Family%2BPic%2BOct%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TOMOQG7sCyI/AAAAAAAAr_g/ft0YD2ilnPA/s400/Family%2BPic%2BOct%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something to blog about. well at least post a picture.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.katiechristyphotography.com/"&gt;Katie Christy Photography&lt;/a&gt; for doing a "mini" session.  It really was mini, about 15 minutes long. just long enough for a 2 year old and two dogs i think. not me and ben!  our doggies bentley and beemer. :D  These will be used as our Christmas cards and to mark how cute C is at 2 years old.  i wish you could see my big round belly better, but that's alright!  Happy Holidays!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-3543541150349091422?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3543541150349091422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=3543541150349091422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3543541150349091422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3543541150349091422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TOMOQG7sCyI/AAAAAAAAr_g/ft0YD2ilnPA/s72-c/Family%2BPic%2BOct%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8525806473743837635</id><published>2010-09-06T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:59:58.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>What a lovely weekend it's been so far. Ben is off work again today and it's so nice to have him here.  Especially to help deal with C who does not act right after staying up past her bedtime.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday evening we went to a friends house to have dinner and watch the opening game for OSU.  The kids played outside on the 5 (FIVE!) different swing sets. Looked at the hens and rooster, chased the guineas and played in the sand.  So much fun.  Play time started out a bit rough when the two toddlers wanted the same swing. Luckily Dustin came to the rescue adding another identical swing to the set!  lots less tears after that.  What a wonderful evening chatting with two of my close girlfriends and letting our kids run and crawl around together.  AND watching OSU dominate. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week Cecily suffered a double ear infection and a busted ear drum. actually about two weeks ago. she finished her antibiotics and now she is really congested/snotty and starting coughing yesterday.  I think it's allergies but i don't know.   my friend who is a nurse said you can have a cold and not have a temp, so i may call the dr today. but i'm letting c sleep in, it's almost 8 and she's still in bed.  she was just coughing for about an hour but i think it wore her out. :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we could go to our friends house for lunch and a swim or to my brothers for a roast, but i really think C has had a big weekend already.  We went to another friends last night for burgers and dogs and she had fun driving the jeep and chasing the big kids around.  I don't want her to over do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i still have not found my camera and i'm getting pissed i am going to have to purchase another camera at some point.  i just bought this last one right before C was born.  BUT i did sorta hate it.  so maybe i should be happy about that. :/  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one last thing, i'm sad to see Oprah's show go off air, i wish it were dr. oz.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8525806473743837635?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8525806473743837635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8525806473743837635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8525806473743837635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8525806473743837635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6968814280572815672</id><published>2010-08-28T20:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:00:31.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My NEW Printer is HERE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THm8qELg9qI/AAAAAAAAr9E/isSiqx1PhSo/s1600/40th_tags2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THm8qELg9qI/AAAAAAAAr9E/isSiqx1PhSo/s400/40th_tags2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510643049927079586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THm8pmaFelI/AAAAAAAAr88/wkGhyuT9iR0/s1600/40th_tags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THm8pmaFelI/AAAAAAAAr88/wkGhyuT9iR0/s400/40th_tags.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510643041935129170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing i printed were these FREE gift tags from &lt;a href="http://littlepaperdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://littlepaperdog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to learn how to link sites, maybe it will do it automatically!  we'll see when this gets posted.  I have a baby shower to attend tomorrow and i ALWAYS forget to get a card, actually i think cards are over rated, they normally always get tossed in the trash and i can't stand spending money on that stuff.  i'm cheap.  any who i had to call my brother to help set up my printer today, &lt;a href="http://www.hologramthoughts.com/"&gt;THANKS MATT&lt;/a&gt;!  and thanks to Ichat.  he could take over my computer and install it for me. he even printed the first page from his house miles away. awesome.  So now i'm searching for blogs with free printables and so far this is what i've found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlepaperdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;littlepaperdog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creaturecomfortsblog.com/"&gt;creaturecomfortsblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://belladia.typepad.com/crafty_crow/"&gt;crafty crow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livinglocurto.com/downloads/"&gt;livinglocurto.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to happy printing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6968814280572815672?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6968814280572815672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6968814280572815672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6968814280572815672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6968814280572815672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-printer-is-here.html' title='My NEW Printer is HERE!!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THm8qELg9qI/AAAAAAAAr9E/isSiqx1PhSo/s72-c/40th_tags2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7378762552989964376</id><published>2010-08-23T16:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:38:21.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New printer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THLqLq41YEI/AAAAAAAAr8w/-GqYOQjuqFg/s1600/epsonartisan710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THLqLq41YEI/AAAAAAAAr8w/-GqYOQjuqFg/s400/epsonartisan710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508722780439666754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased an Epson Artisan 710 today. and i'm super pumped!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Print tons of pics and hand them out. Frame them. I hardly have any of C up in the house and it's b/c i'm too cheap to print tons of pics, so i just buy the printer! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scan. &lt;br /&gt;I am currently researching how to draw, scan and cut a shape with a machine such as a Cricut or Silhouette. So if you know of a better way than this please let me know!  i'm definately learning as i go and i need major help. so HALP!  (and yes i meant to use the a in help.)  oh, i just thought of this. i wonder if i need some kind of program where i draw, scan and save it on my computer? shoot. something else to check out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i plan on using the printer to print invites for all the parties i want to have. and all the party things i want to have at the parties. :)  makes sense huh.  I just think, i'll have two kids soon and i would like to have really great things for their parties for years to come. i can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS CARDS! i spend a fortune on printing cards every year. i send out so many and sometimes i get caught without any left so i can't send to people whom i forgot or didn't expect a card from!  this is gonna be great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a lot of aspirations for my printer but i feel it will hold up to it's dream for me. Wish me luck on making great things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7378762552989964376?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7378762552989964376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7378762552989964376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7378762552989964376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7378762552989964376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-printer.html' title='New printer!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/THLqLq41YEI/AAAAAAAAr8w/-GqYOQjuqFg/s72-c/epsonartisan710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4100817515909353432</id><published>2010-08-22T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:43:36.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gone.</title><content type='html'>I lost my camera. at least for now and i'm pissed. i had it tuesday morning taking pics of C for school and i had it at the salon showing people the pics of C. now ben needs it for his part time gig (appraising houses) and i have no idea where it has gone. :( i'm pretty sure no one would steal it. it's janky. held together by one of C's pony tail holders. :)  also i'm in the market to get an all in one printer.  My brother talked me into an Epson. I've been doing some research and i think i will end up getting the Epson Artisan 710. It's wireless which i love. it has two trays for different papers which i find convenient. the reviews are great.  i can do all my invites and cards on it. and i can print directly to the cd/dvd which i think is awesome.  my next thing i  want to get is something that i can cut fabric with. i need it for my applique' stuff.  so if you know of any let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4100817515909353432?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4100817515909353432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4100817515909353432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4100817515909353432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4100817515909353432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-gone.html' title='it&apos;s gone.'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6099319939005638063</id><published>2010-08-19T16:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:52:16.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to figure out this mobile blogging thing. So far not so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6099319939005638063?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6099319939005638063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6099319939005638063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6099319939005638063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6099319939005638063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/trying-to-figure-out-this-mobile.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8726160758800644086</id><published>2010-08-12T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:04:01.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGRFoOVF6XI/AAAAAAAAr8M/-bZE9VhckI8/s1600/DSCN8708.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGRFoOVF6XI/AAAAAAAAr8M/-bZE9VhckI8/s400/DSCN8708.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I found out in april that we would be expecting another bundle of joy come this Christmas time. Due date is Dec 21st to be exact.  Poor kid.  Anywho, we decided to have a reveal party for our family and friends and it was so much fun.  We took an envelope to the ultrasound. Had the tech put the results in the enevelope and seal it up. I dropped it off at the baker and my mom picked them up for the party. It was so nice to have everyone over.  It's always interesting having so many people in our tiny house. But i love it.  We fixed taco salad for dinner.  We forgot to put out the salad part until everyone went through the line. :)  The best part, of course, was taking a bit into the cupcake to see the surprise BLUE color filled inside.  The picture is of C and Tapaw.  You can tell she was pumped we had blue icing!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-8726160758800644086?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8726160758800644086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8726160758800644086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8726160758800644086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8726160758800644086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGRFoOVF6XI/AAAAAAAAr8M/-bZE9VhckI8/s72-c/DSCN8708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-9212379930326860413</id><published>2010-08-12T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:55:19.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGRDlqhh5yI/AAAAAAAAr8E/Oqm_1wLZQCg/s1600/DSCN8767.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGRDlqhh5yI/AAAAAAAAr8E/Oqm_1wLZQCg/s400/DSCN8767.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the latest pics of C playing with her Mimi CeCe outside. Whenever C wants to draw or color she says "Lellow."  And every color is lellow too. It's Pretty cute.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-9212379930326860413?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9212379930326860413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=9212379930326860413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/9212379930326860413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/9212379930326860413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/lellow.html' title='lellow'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGRDlqhh5yI/AAAAAAAAr8E/Oqm_1wLZQCg/s72-c/DSCN8767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1886724996552731751</id><published>2010-08-12T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:06:30.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGQNMyz4nJI/AAAAAAAAr7s/5VU40OrnWMU/s1600/RSCN7974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGQNMyz4nJI/AAAAAAAAr7s/5VU40OrnWMU/s400/RSCN7974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504539158002572434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the main reason for my no blogging is that my picasa web albums ran out of storage and i don't want to pay a yearly fee to keep old photos online. so this week i went through those old web albums and deleted almost all of them to make some space. i mean, i have all the photos on my computer(s) and i never went online to check them anymore. well, after i did that i tried uploading pics for the blog and it still said i needed to upgrade my storage! WTF!?  so i'm wondering and contemplating if it's worth switching to wordpress. i don't know much about it and need to do some research but i imagine it's along the same premise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for my lack in blogging? i'm not sure. i really do enjoy it i just find it hard to find a good time to do so.  and i need to see if there is a better way to it. an easier way. so to all my blogging friends what is your method? how do you upload photos,i know how i do it and i feel like there may be an easier way!  when do you find the time to do it?  and do you ever blog from your phones?  i feel like i could do a lot with my phone.  one of my friends, amanda, just took a class just about blogging, maybe i should i do that! :)  also what about editing your photos? and how where do you place the pics in your blog? on the left, right, center? i need to start practicing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1886724996552731751?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1886724996552731751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1886724996552731751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1886724996552731751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1886724996552731751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-heck.html' title='what the heck?'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/TGQNMyz4nJI/AAAAAAAAr7s/5VU40OrnWMU/s72-c/RSCN7974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3716720577275410485</id><published>2010-03-04T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:08:13.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S MARCH!</title><content type='html'>March is another good month for me. It's my bday month. I'll be 31. 31. i filled out a form for my facial this week at the salon and i realized i will have to check the 31-40 age box in a few short days.  sheesh. just last year we had a big party at our old house and c was just a wee thing.  i yelled at my dad for getting her out of bed and i my best friend gave me a really big beer.  things have changed!  lately things have been good. but i think life is good in general.  still working towards paying off school loans and we were just informed by our credit card company that they will in fact be charging us interest now. too bad they won't hold up their end of our contract. so that stinks.  c and i got sick this week. basically after she got good enough to go play we got the bug. she pulled through in about 12 hours i was more around 36 hours. lots of pooping in this house during that time. never vomited but never could vomit. it think it would have been better if i could have. feeling like i'm going to all day is not cool.  also being dehydrated is really bad for your lips and skin. my lips are so chapped now and keep peeling. bleh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is good here. today is was high 50's low 60's i think and not too windy. we took a walk to the post office and it about killed me. all i've eaten are some crackers and a few bites of a sandwich today.  i need to gain some strength back. quickly so i can keep up with C!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she actually tried to climb the wall the other day. for real. she tried to stand on the base board. it was pretty cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just found out my storage quota for my pics has exceeded it's limit so no pics until i can erase some of my albums from picasa. this pisses me off. a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. our new esthetician is amazing! call salon W to have wonderful shaped brows and amazing facials. 608-0692&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-3716720577275410485?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3716720577275410485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=3716720577275410485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3716720577275410485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3716720577275410485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-march.html' title='IT&quot;S MARCH!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8340884191656424399</id><published>2010-02-11T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:29:06.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day Out ROCKS.</title><content type='html'>This week C started Mothers day out. Twice a week. It's awesome. Of course I was nervous the first day. Our mornings are different now.  I have to set my alarm. I really dislike alarms. I have to get C's bag ready the night before.  I have to think about what to pack for her for lunch.  What she'll wear, i give that some serious thought. :)  Wrangling her to brush her teeth and slap on some socks and shoes is a mini workout. She eats for an hour at breakfast! so i have to find my outfit for the day, go get dressed, and manage to put on makeup and i make sure she's eating and not joking. oh and try to do something to my hair besides put it in a ponytail.  It's a good balance.  This week has been great also b/c I started hanging out at the salon again.  Doing my thing. Answering phones, making appointments, talking with our amazing clients, whom i call friends now.  Lets not forget about all the towel folding.  all day long we fold towels.  :)  I feel awesome.  I love being a stay at home mom, but sometimes. I GET BORED. I get in a slump, don't leave the house.  Some of that is due to the crazy Snowklahoma winter we've had, but still. some days, not all, are boring. crap, now i feel bad for saying it. Oh, well.  I have always said i will be honest about motherhood. from my pov.  I'm also calling MDO school. When I talk to C about school and seeing her friends she claps.  This is a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8340884191656424399?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8340884191656424399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8340884191656424399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8340884191656424399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8340884191656424399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/02/mothers-day-out-rocks.html' title='Mothers Day Out ROCKS.'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2554535647505892063</id><published>2010-01-19T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:43:01.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying off Sh!t.</title><content type='html'>I love it when we pay something off.  We will be paying off one of B's school loans next week and i'm getting really pumped. To me it means another step closer, to freedom.  after c was born we decided to downsize and move back closer to our families.  it was a tough decision but now i know it was the right one.  the whole time i was pregnant EVERYONE said, "when will you get a newer bigger home?"  i guess they thought since we where going to have a baby we need more room to grow. we showed them!  all we needed was a basement and a storage unit. :P  our home is around 200 feet less space than our previous home.  it's all storage too.  we have one room now for our office/craft/bens closet.  :)  it works. we need to install some shelves and we really need to have a garage sale to get rid of a ton of stuff!  Sorry this post is so boring, but it feels so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2554535647505892063?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2554535647505892063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2554535647505892063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2554535647505892063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2554535647505892063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/paying-off-sht.html' title='Paying off Sh!t.'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5892732288782665120</id><published>2010-01-13T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:23:25.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/S03la-dnW5I/AAAAAAAArmI/-SmVSibQtDA/s1600-h/Photo+132.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/S03la-dnW5I/AAAAAAAArmI/-SmVSibQtDA/s400/Photo+132.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe this was my baby not too long ago!?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-5892732288782665120?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5892732288782665120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5892732288782665120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5892732288782665120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5892732288782665120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-believe-this-was-my-baby-not.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/S03la-dnW5I/AAAAAAAArmI/-SmVSibQtDA/s72-c/Photo+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4639713482715765664</id><published>2010-01-05T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:04:13.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmph</title><content type='html'>i had two of my close girlfriends get pay cuts this week. same company.  it really pisses me off.  one demotion and two pay cuts.  talk about losing moral on the management team.  one of my friends, this job was her passion.  i believe part of this, is b/c she became a mother recently.  I'm being serious when i say this too.  she is not giving ALL her time to them now and they are pissed b/c she is a mother now.  makes me want to boycott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4639713482715765664?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4639713482715765664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4639713482715765664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4639713482715765664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4639713482715765664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmph.html' title='hmph'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7008181725030060913</id><published>2010-01-04T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:16:19.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>living with passion</title><content type='html'>I just decided tonight that i want twenty ten to be about living with passion.  I was driving home from a friends tonight sans C so i turned up the tunes.  i don't get to do that a lot now, and it made me FEEL me, who i love to be. the girl booty shakin in the car. sounding out the wrong lyrics. ( i make up my own, ask ben ) i love letting the music notes hit me and i love to feel the bass bounce against my ear drums.  i love dancing and singing and feeling the music.  i felt good.  i felt really good. i danced the whole way home, not stopping at red lights, not caring whom might see me.  I'm going to let myself experience that more often.  find the lyrics, the notes, the beats that set me on fire.  i want to read more books too, it doesn't sound like that is passionate but reading really lets me dream, i let my imagination run wild, IF i can find a book to hold my attention.  that's the hard part for me. i'm taking out my water colors too.  i feel like i don't have room to paint, no time, but i think C would help me. :)  I'll set my easel up, right after  clean out our front room... uh oh.  I also, have not written in some time.  Not on here, but in a journal, or a scrap piece of paper.  i typically only write when things are bad.  something bothers me.  or feeling hurt.  but i'm going to try writing good things.  love should be my inspiration.  life is good should be my inspiration.  i'll try writing more.  in a journal.  a girlfriend gave me one at a baby shower, telling me to write letters to cecily. i thought it was silly, but now, i think i will.   i hope you live with PASSION. xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7008181725030060913?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7008181725030060913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7008181725030060913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7008181725030060913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7008181725030060913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-with-passion.html' title='living with passion'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-547322191487582469</id><published>2009-12-29T22:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:43:18.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>year end review.</title><content type='html'>I turned 30 this year. I always thought when i turned 30 some really profound shit would happen, like know what i'm supposed to do with my life. feel smarter. get stuff accomplished in a timely manner. be better organized. you know, feel like i've accomplished SOMETHING. every year i feel like i have not done a thing.  In reality i'm really living my life. day to day things is what we do. it's what we all do. This next year i'm going to explore the possibility of returning to school and FINISHING with a degree.  I'm going to focus on volunteering with a group and hopefully help some families along the way.  I have a business idea that i've been tooling around in my brain for about a year, and now i think we are ready to act on it.  OKC will be pleased with me. :)  Things i got to do this year. &lt;br /&gt; Watch my baby go from a tiny baby who didn't know how to roll over to a busy bee girl who loves to climb things. holy moly. &lt;br /&gt; we packed our home into boxes and moved into my mothers for the summer.  we sold our home in june and moved into our house in october. helped with the finishing touches on the house we moved into.  &lt;br /&gt;I welcomed Sebastian into the world when he was born.  &lt;br /&gt;Welcomed home Ike when amber and luke brought him home.  &lt;br /&gt;Welcomed Josie too.   I love LOVE seeing my friends being moms. it's so neat.  &lt;br /&gt;I went skiing for the first time with MFC.  great road trip to santa fe and taos!&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly getting out of debt. That is a big accomplishment.  &lt;br /&gt;i found a lost dog then found his owner. found a stray dog and found a shelter for her.  &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful backyard wedding, even when the food table collapsed b/c of ALL the rain we had.  They had the all time best wedding cake. Ever.  &lt;br /&gt;Picked blackberries and suffered the consequences for MONTHS on end. Chiggers are the devil.  I have scars to prove it.  &lt;br /&gt;I got to plan Cecily's 1st birthday party and i had a ball doing it. It was a lot of fun.  Next time i'll allow MFC to make a cake with sugar. ;) &lt;br /&gt; I made my first two quilts!  pieced the first one and had someone quilt it for me, and then the second i did it ALL by myself.  I basically learned from watching videos on youtube.  ha!  &lt;br /&gt;I got to watch my brother kyle walk across the stage at SNU.  What a great moment.  &lt;br /&gt;Playdates. &lt;br /&gt;Zoo occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;birthday parties galore.&lt;br /&gt;baby showers, wedding showers.&lt;br /&gt;cooking more!&lt;br /&gt;if you have any sweet memories of me from this year let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-547322191487582469?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/547322191487582469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=547322191487582469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/547322191487582469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6784045730385587210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6784045730385587210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6784045730385587210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/number-oneness.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-211307607185383427</id><published>2009-12-23T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:20:14.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SzLr_QGvQaI/AAAAAAAArdI/7c9GkGqdBgM/s1600-h/DSCN6607.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SzLr_QGvQaI/AAAAAAAArdI/7c9GkGqdBgM/s400/DSCN6607.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!  We hope you get to spend time with loved ones, we get to and thank God for letting us be so close. Not proximity but relationship wise.  We both have wonderful family and friends that we get to share our time with and make memories. Its a great time of year for us...  For some the holidays are filled with sorrow or pain.  Especially if you have lost a loved one recently.  I keep those friends in mind and say a little prayer for them.  sorry about being a debbie downer just then!  go and get some eggnog, maybe add some rum to it if that is what suits you.  Be merry and bright!  smile!  enjoy your day!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-211307607185383427?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/211307607185383427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=211307607185383427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/211307607185383427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/211307607185383427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-we-hope-you-get-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SzLr_QGvQaI/AAAAAAAArdI/7c9GkGqdBgM/s72-c/DSCN6607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6230961045136196506</id><published>2009-12-08T20:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:50:55.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taosing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8N_Iqi4eI/AAAAAAAArXw/GdJWhi0swxs/s1600-h/DSCN6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8N_Iqi4eI/AAAAAAAArXw/GdJWhi0swxs/s400/DSCN6227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413060655431475682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8MIAhMx8I/AAAAAAAArXo/rfN0SZcwP70/s1600-h/DSCN6266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8MIAhMx8I/AAAAAAAArXo/rfN0SZcwP70/s400/DSCN6266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058608840361922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8MHq27xhI/AAAAAAAArXg/mTSnwSi_QaI/s1600-h/DSCN6271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8MHq27xhI/AAAAAAAArXg/mTSnwSi_QaI/s400/DSCN6271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058603025942034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8MHJU2xFI/AAAAAAAArXY/UekvxvRZk68/s1600-h/DSCN6235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8MHJU2xFI/AAAAAAAArXY/UekvxvRZk68/s400/DSCN6235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058594024637522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go skiing!  First time in my life and i had an amazing trip. Thanks to MFC for inviting me to tag along.  We left friday morning drove to santa fe for a friends bday party. it was so nice!  cool location, great food, and tons of his family and friends, whom i did not know!  But we did make some salon connections, that is always a treat.  the birthday boys mother and cousin both frequent our salon and I think that is great.  So luckily i had something to talk about other than the weather.  Which was COLD.  On our way to Taos it was a mere 8 degrees.  Really?  yes.  We got our rentals, went to ski school. morning and afternoon classes.  I was glad i did too, but sad b/c i never learned to stop in my morning class.  ha!  my new friends of course were shredding up the mountain all day and left us on the base of the mountain. i don't blame them. BUT they did leave MFC and myself there, at the base of the mountain, learning, when they got tired and headed to the car. HA!  luckily it's a straight shot from santa fe to taos and it was a cinch to get back.  just in time for dinner.  we were so sweaty, but no time to wash our hair b/c our resos were for 6:15. we were 5 minutes late and then the REST of the crew, all 15 of them showed up about 30 minutes later.  (We totally had time to wash our hair.)  sunday we slept in, took our time getting ready and walked around the plaza.  it was lovely, cold but sunshiny, we ran into different parts of the group around the plaza. ate lunch, ate a crepe, had coffee. and left. but not before i found my treasure.  it was great finding her. just what i wanted. now i shall attempt to frame her and hope to do her justice.  that early evening we went to see New Moon, not too good. but i didn't really enjoy the book either. we'll see how the next one. not a fan of the kristen girl who sighs a lot and murders her pillows during her nightmares. after that we had a great dinner with the group again, this time smaller b/c some had already left for home.  it was my favorite night. we sat in front of the fireplace, drinking wine, eating leaves of romaine, friend pickles, mini burgers, sweet potato fries, and other goodies. this was the night i wish would lasted a bit longer. the conversation was good, my wine was good, but we had to get up early and come back to reality in the morning.  also, all through this, my amazing husband, ben, took care of C while i got to go play in the snow. Thanks babe.  i just wish i had a picture of me learning to ski.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6230961045136196506?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6230961045136196506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6230961045136196506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6230961045136196506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6230961045136196506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/12/taosing.html' title='Taosing'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sx8N_Iqi4eI/AAAAAAAArXw/GdJWhi0swxs/s72-c/DSCN6227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4003682277442849993</id><published>2009-11-20T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:24:55.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, i will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SwddLpF598I/AAAAAAAArEs/iuhlBA4KoBk/s1600/DSCN5986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SwddLpF598I/AAAAAAAArEs/iuhlBA4KoBk/s400/DSCN5986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406392332272138178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will clean up spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will get poop on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will scramble eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will pack snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will let you explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will play peek-a-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will read books all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will play and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will rock to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will wash your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will sing and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will do funny voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will stay up late and get up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will do your laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will pick out pretty little clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will hold you. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will kiss you good night. and good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will clip your nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will teach you manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you i will comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her, i will do it all. (until she won't let me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4003682277442849993?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4003682277442849993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4003682277442849993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4003682277442849993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4003682277442849993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-you-i-will.html' title='for you, i will'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SwddLpF598I/AAAAAAAArEs/iuhlBA4KoBk/s72-c/DSCN5986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3682338348387981802</id><published>2009-11-19T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:32:48.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you spin me right round</title><content type='html'>c just started spinning today! 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 Ike Henry Harry.  He is perfect. you can tell by the photos.  He and C will be great playmates and will grow to be good friends.  What a journey our friends have had.  ROLLERCOASTER ride of emotions.  I will be stalking them when they arrive home with Ike in tow.  C has a lot to teach him and i'm sure he is a fast learner.  How awesome is this moment, to see your friends with their baby. well, it's glorious!  it's a bit magical.  and it has made a big impact on me already, seeing their smiles, 3 smiles.  YAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6189720444763923405?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6189720444763923405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6189720444763923405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6189720444763923405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6189720444763923405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/11/ike.html' title='IKE'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-799854249623511126</id><published>2009-10-25T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:00:04.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SuT0k6fJUTI/AAAAAAAAqkk/AF0Y3Qet5Qw/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SuT0k6fJUTI/AAAAAAAAqkk/AF0Y3Qet5Qw/s400/IMG_1540.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cecily greeting her guests for her party.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-799854249623511126?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/799854249623511126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=799854249623511126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/799854249623511126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/799854249623511126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/10/cecily-greeting-her-guests-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SuT0k6fJUTI/AAAAAAAAqkk/AF0Y3Qet5Qw/s72-c/IMG_1540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-833688228123948028</id><published>2009-10-25T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:18:59.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SuTq8msTcOI/AAAAAAAAqj8/WDXMv2pkMm8/s1600-h/DSCN5337.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SuTq8msTcOI/AAAAAAAAqj8/WDXMv2pkMm8/s400/DSCN5337.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's so cute i had to share.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-833688228123948028?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/833688228123948028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=833688228123948028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/833688228123948028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/833688228123948028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-its-so-cute-i-had-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SuTq8msTcOI/AAAAAAAAqj8/WDXMv2pkMm8/s72-c/DSCN5337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8075876128703559855</id><published>2009-09-29T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:43:41.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SsIdEjOlxUI/AAAAAAAAqew/8M4B1W-g0b4/s1600-h/CASGAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SsIdEjOlxUI/AAAAAAAAqew/8M4B1W-g0b4/s320/CASGAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386900068301653314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is 11 months old now. she is walking. everywhere. but refuses to wear shoes.  she eats all our food. but refuses to eat her own. she says, up, down, woof, dada, nana. she calls me nana unless she is upset then it's mama.  she says outside, stella.  other things she does is when i say do you want to rock she'll start moving her body back and forth. she rocks.  when she get upset at me she wants to bite me.  yesterday she pooed and peed in the potty. i put her on after naps and before we leave the house.  she loves the sound of her voice. she's been practicing her s's for a while now and makes a ahhhhh sound after she takes a drink. she dances when she hears music and she howls when she hears a siren. thanks to stella the dog.  she listens when she wants.  she is so big in so many different ways.  i'm going to look into a Mothers day out class this week.  I think she would like it.  She loves to play peek-a-boo.  she likes short to medium walks b/c long walks she gets bored.  she loves to swing on the swing set.  i'm not listing all the things she does b/c there are so many i can't remember them all until she shows me how smart she is.  all day long she is so smart.  i hope i can keep out smarting her for a while longer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8075876128703559855?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8075876128703559855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8075876128703559855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8075876128703559855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8075876128703559855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SsIdEjOlxUI/AAAAAAAAqew/8M4B1W-g0b4/s72-c/CASGAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8488218049187616750</id><published>2009-09-09T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:21:14.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SqgOOHfq22I/AAAAAAAAqXk/hDo1wxZMMEs/s1600-h/DSCN4686.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SqgOOHfq22I/AAAAAAAAqXk/hDo1wxZMMEs/s400/DSCN4686.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian Eli Winteroth was welcomed into the world 9.8.09 at 11:40pm. Weighing in at 6 pounds 8 ounces and he is 20 inches long.  We love him. Congrats Jamie and Jordan!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-8488218049187616750?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8488218049187616750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8488218049187616750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8488218049187616750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8488218049187616750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-sebastian-eli-winteroth-was-welcomed.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SqgOOHfq22I/AAAAAAAAqXk/hDo1wxZMMEs/s72-c/DSCN4686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6439734887908937815</id><published>2009-08-31T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:19:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my first attempt at embroidery. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23257667@N04/3876841674/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/3876841674_0f721eaa07_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23257667@N04/3876841674/"&gt;my first attempt at embroidery. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/23257667@N04/"&gt;adwsellers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ike's quilt. i hope he loves it. and if he does i hope it doesn't fall apart.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6439734887908937815?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6439734887908937815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6439734887908937815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6439734887908937815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6439734887908937815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-attempt-at-embroidery.html' title='my first attempt at embroidery. :)'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/3876841674_0f721eaa07_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8270277739137744026</id><published>2009-07-27T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:35:14.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>found another dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sm266Dwh-KI/AAAAAAAAqEc/92JiUVlqq4s/s1600-h/DSCN4244.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sm266Dwh-KI/AAAAAAAAqEc/92JiUVlqq4s/s400/DSCN4244.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lil lady needs a good home. a good bath. and a good meal.  Ben spotted her yesterday evening and we went back to look for her. she jumped right in the back of the hatchback and we took her to the new houses backyard.  went to walmart to get some supplies to find her missing when we returned.  luckily she just moseyed over to the neighbors and she just followed us back.  we got her a pretty pink collor.  she is coverd in ticks. her fur is falling out and you can see every bone in her frail lil body.  but she keeps wagging that broken tail, and still jumps up to give you a hug.  she listens well. and she needs a home.  i'll be posting her on craigslist too to see if anyone wants a sweet baby girl.  she is so sweet.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; 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I"m not saying i'm not grateful to my grandmother, in-laws, and my own mother for putting up with our mess we leave behind, but man am i ready to start our next chapter. i feel like i'm on hold right now.  on pause.  in limbo.  blah blah blah.  i want to take a vacation but feel bad b/c mom is letting us not pay rent for a while so we can pay off some things.  i don't want her to get upset or think that we are not grateful, but I WANT A FAMILY VACATION.  i'm not even sure what we would do, but i think a getaway would be so nice. nice. nice.  we have made some progress this past week and it's been nice to see it. it feels good.  stella howls.  sometimes is wakes her up.  sometimes she just wakes up.  she's been waking up twice at night lately and before we moved it had been almost 6 weeks of her sleeping through the night.  i'm not sure if it is the move or if it would have happened anyway.  one thing i've learned is she is always changing! always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2716072013299863362?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2716072013299863362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2716072013299863362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2716072013299863362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2716072013299863362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-please.html' title='next please'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1904868218056124125</id><published>2009-06-25T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:02:18.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahahaha!</title><content type='html'>i got an estimate today from someone who i wanted to scrape the floors in the kitchen and part of the hallway to prep them for installing our kitchen floors and redoing the wood floors.  there's not much there. it's  small home, about 1000 sqf.  and a lot of it it done already b/c we've done it.  it is hard work but when he told me between $400 and $600 dollars i almost laughed in his face via telephone.  i understand if he doesn't want to do it, but i think i would rather him say it's not worth it to me, i think you should find someone else for this job.  oh well. looks like i know how my weekend will be spent!  one good thing this week is that the tile guys finished the bathroom and it looks great!  i'm really happy with the grout we chose and the tile looks so pretty in our tiny bathroom.  i know for sure that we'll have to hold another garage sale once we get moved in. i don't want to pay for a storage space and we have about zero storage.  we are officially downsizing!  down, down, down!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, last night was our first night at my moms.  not bad!  but i did get to leave the house and enjoy an amazing meal with some of my favorite girlies!  Sid is in town, nic was off yesterday and jamie met us after she got off work.  it was an amazing meal.  the wine was awesome, the appetizer they sent out was beautiful and delicious.  jamie had to order her favorite appetizer, i'm glad she did b/c it was also amazing. i like things stuffed in puff pastry!  sid ordered the tuna, it was perfect, i got one of the specials and jamie and nic shared one of the other specials.  it was a perfect night.  just what i needed to recharge and feel better. i was really in the dumps yesterday but today is different.  it's been nice expect for the phone call that woke up C from her nap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we are planning on a play date with Stella and Jen in a big blow up pool thing.  it has a slide but i doubt if C gets to really enjoy that!  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i find all my cords and chargers and things i'll upload some pics!  wihoo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, the bed we are sleeping in is a full.  the bed we slept in at ben's parents was a king.  ha!  and this one is really squeaky too, anytime you roll or change postitions - SQUEAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1904868218056124125?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1904868218056124125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1904868218056124125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1904868218056124125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1904868218056124125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/bwahahahaha.html' title='Bwahahahaha!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6356927488523357341</id><published>2009-06-24T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:41:54.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gypsy</title><content type='html'>i feel like one anyway.  we have stayed at my grandmothers for a few nights.  now we have been at my inlaws for a few nights, and tonight we start staying with my mom. where we will stay until the house is finished.  bleh. i hate living in boxes and suitcases. i can't find anything and when i do it's like a treasure i've been hunting all my life.  C is doing well. better than me or Ben. bentley and beemer are adjusting to their "summer camp" at gary and char's.  even though one of them, beemer i think, bit Ginger on the nose. :( C has been sleeping well.  even though she's woken up twice in the past 4 nights and before that it had been weeks! she is an angel.  i have a neck ache that wont go away. it's been here since se started staying at the in-laws. i think its the memory foam bed. :(  which is too bad b/c i was really thinking i would enjoy it.  i guess we'll have to keep hunting for the perfect matress.  i'm not sure how it'll work at moms.  she keeps the girls quite a bit.  it'll be nice to see them, but i know it'll be hard for C to fall asleep and take naps around them.  moving makes me want to have less.  far less.  we just had a garage sale too, thought i was doing good by getting rid of a lot of stuff!  also, my wisdom tooth is bothering me. i feel like i'm teething. my jaws hurt b/c of it i'm pretty sure.  also, how come contrators DO NOT call me back.  seriously?!  so annoying.  i need our floors scraped to get it ready for the floors to be installed and refinished.  that would help us get into our house faster!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6356927488523357341?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6356927488523357341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6356927488523357341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6356927488523357341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6356927488523357341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/gypsy.html' title='gypsy'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1469768686894043955</id><published>2009-06-18T13:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:51:13.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wihoo!</title><content type='html'>I found my yearbooks!  all of them!  and it makes miso happy.  so so happy!  the tub we found them in was in our garage.  we built some storage above where the door comes up and it was was up there. this whole time. waiting for me to find it.  it is filled with great things.  i can't wait to dig deeper!  one of the captions by a picture of me says "...ashley williamson dances to inspire students..." BWAHAHAHAHAH. this is gonna be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1469768686894043955?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1469768686894043955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1469768686894043955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1469768686894043955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1469768686894043955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/wihoo.html' title='wihoo!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1547154077196023875</id><published>2009-06-16T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:27:24.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>packing</title><content type='html'>packing stinks. all that is left is the really random things that dont really fit in boxes.  i'm thinking about taking a trash bag and throwing it all in on our way out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shelves are empty.  my house is in disarray and that is how i feel like my life is right now.  a big mess.  we won't have our home for a while and we'll be staying with my gma for a few nights and then off to my mothers until the house gets finished.  i hope C will be fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated my 25th birthday in this house.  we had just moved in.  the paint was fresh.  it was asparagus green.  we've since renovated the kitchen, for the past 3 years. :)  we've repainted the living and dining and hallway. and C's room.  this house, our home will protect its new habitant.  lots of parties.  some fights.  and ice storm.  awesome neighbors.  our first home.  we brought our two puppies home to this house. C's first home that she'll only see in pictures or if i drive by and show her when she asks about it.  :)  i will miss my flowers that i planted.  i will miss the quick trips to the mall!  i will miss my friends being so close to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1547154077196023875?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1547154077196023875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1547154077196023875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1547154077196023875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1547154077196023875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/packing.html' title='packing'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5954879921742722724</id><published>2009-05-29T22:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:43:34.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend got married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SiCqv-PnXpI/AAAAAAAAoQg/smUbDGzIx4c/s1600-h/j%26jdream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SiCp8nDOVYI/AAAAAAAAoQA/1xdPm5baL8Q/s400/fritts-winteroth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341456016801158530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5954879921742722724?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5954879921742722724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5954879921742722724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5954879921742722724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5954879921742722724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-best-friend-got-married.html' title='my best friend got married'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SiCqv-PnXpI/AAAAAAAAoQg/smUbDGzIx4c/s72-c/j%26jdream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1376359828194289552</id><published>2009-05-11T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:03:17.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want</title><content type='html'>i want to be a good mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a good wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a good me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this possible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it may take time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1376359828194289552?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1376359828194289552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1376359828194289552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1376359828194289552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1376359828194289552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want.html' title='i want'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-224020167959868012</id><published>2009-05-07T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:48:05.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cokie update</title><content type='html'>Cokie's mom found him!!!  I placed an ad in the paper for a found dog and she called me the very next morning!  It was an amazing reunion.  As soon as i opened the garage door he rushed to her, pawed at her leg and then jumped into her arms.  She said he was 12 years old and has a playmate at home that was devastated he was gone.  the owner tried to give us some "reward" money but there is no way i could take it.  seeing them together was so touching and special.  all i wanted was for him to find his momma!  Sweet success.  I think chips may be in Bentley and Beemers future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-224020167959868012?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/224020167959868012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=224020167959868012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/224020167959868012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/224020167959868012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/cokie-update.html' title='Cokie update'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6487776735604917932</id><published>2009-05-04T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:57:18.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we did it.  We sold our first home.  Bittersweet.  I teared up when we found out we had a deal.  and now that i think about our so called deal i feel like we just rolled over and said yes!  please take whatever you want, just buy our house.  they want, and got, our NEW washer and dryer, the shelves over the sofa and in C's room!  WHAT!?  they want my shelves!  heck yes they do.  we are swapping the one out in C's room for another one b/c it's sentimental to me.   Also, we are replacing the fence panels on one side, but i don't mind that b/c we were going to do that anyway.  So now, i'm searching craigslist and dent &amp; ding for a washer and dryer.  frontload.  eh.  and we have 6 weeks to get our new house move in ready!  i think since we have a date now we can really work to get things going!  I'm really excited about it, it's going to be awesome!!!  the first thing i want to do is build our simple deck. i need a place to hang out with C and the goats!  ha!  and the chicks!  haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6487776735604917932?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6487776735604917932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6487776735604917932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6487776735604917932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6487776735604917932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/sold.html' title='SOLD!!!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4673535958708931339</id><published>2009-05-04T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:51:41.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Dog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sf8rJAL56fI/AAAAAAAAnqc/nOHjT-DkyBI/s1600-h/FOUNDDOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sf8rJAL56fI/AAAAAAAAnqc/nOHjT-DkyBI/s400/FOUNDDOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027917498706418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this pooch at my front door this morning.  He walked right in, peed, and then growled at us!  He's just scared...he ran into the mirrored wall too, poor thing.  So now he's in our backyard, he ate some food and had some water.  But he's still shaking and our dogs don't mind him at all!  I've posted some signs but i need to do some more visible one, i realized the ones i did you can only see if you turn on our street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4673535958708931339?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4673535958708931339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4673535958708931339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4673535958708931339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4673535958708931339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-dog.html' title='Found Dog!!!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sf8rJAL56fI/AAAAAAAAnqc/nOHjT-DkyBI/s72-c/FOUNDDOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5182709319261562761</id><published>2009-05-04T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:43:21.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Dog - at my front door!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Ashley Sellers&lt;br&gt;salon W&lt;br&gt;608.0692&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon-w.com"&gt;www.salon-w.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5182709319261562761?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5182709319261562761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5182709319261562761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5182709319261562761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5182709319261562761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-dog-at-my-front-door.html' title='Found Dog - at my front door!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4833879008733731506</id><published>2009-04-30T13:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:31:22.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sfnubv30EfI/AAAAAAAAno0/KUJv1FoPV94/s1600-h/DSCN2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SfntS1UPQZI/AAAAAAAAnoM/k0Qgc748tWc/s400/DSCN2628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330552541775085970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4833879008733731506?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4833879008733731506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4833879008733731506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4833879008733731506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4833879008733731506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pics.html' title='new pics'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sfnubv30EfI/AAAAAAAAno0/KUJv1FoPV94/s72-c/DSCN2696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-293994672944685710</id><published>2009-04-30T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:25:27.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging to blog</title><content type='html'>since i haven't in a while!  all i've been doing lately is play play play with C.  she is so much more fun now.  she's rolling around, getting on hands and knees and scooting.  she really enjoys going backwards.  :)  she goes tomorrow for her 6 MONTH checkup!!!  I can't wait to see how much she weighs and how tall she is.  she has a lil runny nose so i'll ask about that too.  actually our whole family has had that.  it starts with a super sore throat, then that goes away and then super congested nose and runny nose.  we produce a lot of snot.  poor girl.  also tomorrow i get a massage!  i NEED one.  i WANT one.  i cannot wait for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that came up this week was the Austin City Limits line up!  PEARL JAM - BEASTIE BOYS - DAVE MATTHEWS BAND - KINGS OF LEON - MOS DEF - LILY ALLEN -  and the list goes on!  we would really like to go.  at first we considered leaving C here with my mom. Then i thought, hey!  lets bring mom with us!  b/c i'm sure i couldn't be without C for 3 nights. that's just too long.  I have some girlfriends who have done it with their babies recently and they did fine, but i'm not sure about me.  if i could do that just yet.  but i would like to see how she does staying the night with mom one night...  that would be nice!  anyways, so now i'm looking into hotels and i think mom might really be interested in going! i told her to bring joseph and to make it a lil vacation, well sorta.  she would be with c a lot of the day and a lot of the night too!  but she would still get to go around town and maybe the Austin Zoo!  who knows what will happen but i think it would be great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, tonight is a benefit concert at The Conservatory for the fire victims in Choctaw.  At least one member from the band will be from Choctaw, i think i'm going to try and go!  i've never been there before and think it's a great cause and a good time to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-293994672944685710?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/293994672944685710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=293994672944685710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/293994672944685710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/293994672944685710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-to-blog.html' title='blogging to blog'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3398646304816390099</id><published>2009-04-26T19:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:13:50.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cutest baby contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SfT4voJ4rMI/AAAAAAAAnYI/xUhCPfz-9Ho/s1600-h/RSCN2483-730342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SfT4voJ4rMI/AAAAAAAAnYI/xUhCPfz-9Ho/s400/RSCN2483-730342.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157756202560706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SfT4v0m9nhI/AAAAAAAAnYQ/hvihsxKLnQs/s1600-h/DSCN2395-731257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SfT4v0m9nhI/AAAAAAAAnYQ/hvihsxKLnQs/s400/DSCN2395-731257.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157759545744914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I think C is the cutest baby in the universe.  She really is.  But capturing her beauty on film. er, on my digital camera is tough.  I think i need a super camera.  Za has a good camera and i think i want to start looking into them...  maybe a used one!  Anyway here are some pics that i took this past week.  I&amp;#39;m trying to get one that is good enough to send into GMA&amp;#39;s cutest baby contest.  yes, you read right.  i am entering her in a contest if i get the right picture.  she will win.&lt;br clear="all"&gt; 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margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-5477555988593182705?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5477555988593182705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5477555988593182705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5477555988593182705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5477555988593182705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SekU4n0K7WI/AAAAAAAAnIk/nHW6M1PIwK8/s72-c/DSCN2320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8865620253157751043</id><published>2009-04-16T20:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:44:42.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on a roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sefcre6DigI/AAAAAAAAnEo/p4_b6Aintqc/s1600-h/DSCN2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sefcre6DigI/AAAAAAAAnEo/p4_b6Aintqc/s400/DSCN2239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325467723977951746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SefbvVXq4eI/AAAAAAAAnEY/wgpimjEYt54/s1600-h/DSCN2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SefbvVXq4eI/AAAAAAAAnEY/wgpimjEYt54/s400/DSCN2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325466690625659362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SefbX0DQQaI/AAAAAAAAnEQ/edmaDytkiQI/s1600-h/DSCN2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SefbX0DQQaI/AAAAAAAAnEQ/edmaDytkiQI/s400/DSCN2259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325466286544667042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Aislinn and Afton came by to pick up the pack-n-play.  I'm afraid C is not a fan of other babies.  She was not to thrilled about sharing and not excited when he laid his sweet lil head on her shoulder to love on her.  she was pissed about it.  she fussed but never really cried.  my brother Matt was here to meet them, i like it when my family can meet my friends they have only heard about. it's nice.  After they left i realized that there was no instruction book on how to set that thing up!  i'm sure she got it though.  here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some other pics too...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i can never get the pics to be in order. sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8865620253157751043?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8865620253157751043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8865620253157751043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8865620253157751043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8865620253157751043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-on-roll.html' title='i&apos;m on a roll!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Sefcre6DigI/AAAAAAAAnEo/p4_b6Aintqc/s72-c/DSCN2239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-154043167109426263</id><published>2009-04-16T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:33:20.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SedBsGIKkzI/AAAAAAAAnCo/F8s82fmbotY/s1600-h/DSCN2207.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SedBsGIKkzI/AAAAAAAAnCo/F8s82fmbotY/s400/DSCN2207.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sweet cup and saucer MFC got me for my bday!  we saw the plates and cups and things at The Rink in Bethany, one of my favorite places to go through and i'm hopeing some day i can afford the 25.00 plates!  taht's half off according to replacements.com!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/4642633598730319686-154043167109426263?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/154043167109426263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=154043167109426263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/154043167109426263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/154043167109426263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-sweet-cup-and-saucer-mfc-got.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SedBsGIKkzI/AAAAAAAAnCo/F8s82fmbotY/s72-c/DSCN2207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7077168065013386800</id><published>2009-04-15T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:47:22.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeXlaqkPGpI/AAAAAAAAm8k/gMDl2WM8Oig/s1600-h/Photo+94-742263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeXlaqkPGpI/AAAAAAAAm8k/gMDl2WM8Oig/s320/Photo+94-742263.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324914380701112978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fe02a7baeed1b15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fe02a7baeed1b15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333637681%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BC47A50D8FB7767BBC3F8D2E7E8FF66DE2D5DC0.6EF114A416AD905131CAAE39A8B26A9F0E9E6BD0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fe02a7baeed1b15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgcao00IeQ61S4LRepHTw_9f94aU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="326" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fe02a7baeed1b15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333637681%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BC47A50D8FB7767BBC3F8D2E7E8FF66DE2D5DC0.6EF114A416AD905131CAAE39A8B26A9F0E9E6BD0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fe02a7baeed1b15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgcao00IeQ61S4LRepHTw_9f94aU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Hello!  I&amp;#39;m checking to see if this will post via my email!  How exciting!  Lets see what we can do...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i just attached a photo and a video!  now to see if it worked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt; Ashley Sellers&lt;br&gt;salon W&lt;br&gt;608.0692&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon-w.com"&gt;www.salon-w.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7077168065013386800?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7077168065013386800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7077168065013386800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7077168065013386800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7077168065013386800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-test.html' title='this is a test!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeXlaqkPGpI/AAAAAAAAm8k/gMDl2WM8Oig/s72-c/Photo+94-742263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2094385999466884430</id><published>2009-04-14T13:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:50:04.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics please!</title><content type='html'>here are some more pics, i go through spurts of doing this and then not doing it so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTawt8D7bI/AAAAAAAAmz0/RWSyGvdn7bM/s1600-h/DSCN2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTawt8D7bI/AAAAAAAAmz0/RWSyGvdn7bM/s400/DSCN2165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621189958856114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTaPKkhyDI/AAAAAAAAmzs/6eCTisCsxME/s1600-h/DSCN2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTaPKkhyDI/AAAAAAAAmzs/6eCTisCsxME/s400/DSCN2135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324620613529225266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTaCWWluII/AAAAAAAAmzk/aKvNMIK0bCg/s1600-h/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTaCWWluII/AAAAAAAAmzk/aKvNMIK0bCg/s400/DSCN2109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324620393353689218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTZ30wpODI/AAAAAAAAmzc/hECg_MQhE7Q/s1600-h/DSCN2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTZ30wpODI/AAAAAAAAmzc/hECg_MQhE7Q/s400/DSCN2085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324620212537473074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTZoX6BH2I/AAAAAAAAmzU/0ZNdRc1jn5U/s1600-h/DSCN2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTZoX6BH2I/AAAAAAAAmzU/0ZNdRc1jn5U/s400/DSCN2078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324619947094122338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2094385999466884430?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2094385999466884430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2094385999466884430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2094385999466884430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2094385999466884430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-pics-please.html' title='more pics please!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeTawt8D7bI/AAAAAAAAmz0/RWSyGvdn7bM/s72-c/DSCN2165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-297989690416592700</id><published>2009-04-14T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:42:45.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Larry!</title><content type='html'>for my sweet new profile pic!  for my bday Larry, our photographer, told me to come into his studio and he would do a free photo shoot.  I felt really silly doing this by myself, it's always been with ben, ben and the dogs, or the whole family!  Larry did our engagement pics, my bridal pics, wedding, we took some for our 5 year anniversary, and then he even did some prego pics!  We've gotten to know him well over the last, almost 7 years!  I know it's kinda cheesy, but i probably would never have just done pictures my myself otherwise!  and i really appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-297989690416592700?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/297989690416592700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=297989690416592700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/297989690416592700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/297989690416592700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-larry.html' title='Thanks Larry!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4505549143313998593</id><published>2009-04-13T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:46:29.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOIbLgW-AI/AAAAAAAAmx8/R6x465hjs7c/s1600-h/DSCN1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOIbLgW-AI/AAAAAAAAmx8/R6x465hjs7c/s400/DSCN1987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324249185008416770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOIKwQJ9aI/AAAAAAAAmx0/-jAikYYz2iQ/s1600-h/RSCN1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOIKwQJ9aI/AAAAAAAAmx0/-jAikYYz2iQ/s400/RSCN1967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248902814791074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOH53pKbhI/AAAAAAAAmxs/u9Fd1vWtfTA/s1600-h/DSCN1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOH53pKbhI/AAAAAAAAmxs/u9Fd1vWtfTA/s400/DSCN1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248612740951570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to make the last one the right way, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOHs0ctiVI/AAAAAAAAmxk/_I2TinShMvc/s1600-h/DSCN1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOHs0ctiVI/AAAAAAAAmxk/_I2TinShMvc/s400/DSCN1953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248388545120594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4505549143313998593?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4505549143313998593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4505549143313998593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4505549143313998593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4505549143313998593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-too-lazy-to-make-last-one-right-way.html' title=''/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SeOIbLgW-AI/AAAAAAAAmx8/R6x465hjs7c/s72-c/DSCN1987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1701269292195605018</id><published>2009-04-13T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:33:08.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where do i start???</title><content type='html'>it's been a while so let me start with the poop story.  i was reading C her new book on my lap.  i was sitting Indian style, or criss cross applesauce.  i smelled something i thought, so to make sure i lifted her up to take a sniff of her booty.  then there was poop on my nose.  yep, poop on my nose and all over my jean, luckily NOT on the couch.   and luckily not up my nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past saturday ben took C to his parents and i took the day to spend with MFC to watch a movie, eat lunch and roam around OKC.  It was so nice.  We had lunch at pepperoni grill, went to Dillards to see about the fiesta ware coming in (it's on backorder :() watched A Haunting in Connecticut, and moseyed around Blue 7.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ben's aunt and uncles house for Easter, we were told it started at 12. we got there just passed that and no one showed up til about 1:30!   and we had to leave at 1:45 to go to our house to pick up stuff and go to my moms for Easter lunch too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter bunny didn't visit our house, but it did visit gma and gmpa Sellers!  She got a tin of some cadbury eggs a lil farm house that houses farm animals that make all the appropriate animal sounds, and gmpa sellers gave C her first tractor ride!  Ben said she loved it!! I saw pictures of her sitting on her grandpa's lap lapping around the yard.  totally cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm not sure if i mentioned this, but i turned 30 at the end of march.  it was awesome. ben got me an amazing present, he took the ring my mom gave me, her old wedding band, and took it to the jeweler and had my birthstone put in it.  it's absolutely amazing. i love it and will cherish it always.  I told C that it could be hers some day, if she's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm going to the doctor this week to get some blood work done. i have not had a menstral cycle since C was born and i stopped nursing a couple of months ago... please don't let me be prego!  i feel like it's improbable but not impossible.  cross your fingers and lets hope i'm not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1701269292195605018?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1701269292195605018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1701269292195605018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1701269292195605018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1701269292195605018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-do-i-start.html' title='where do i start???'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3786597319666474765</id><published>2009-03-31T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:50:32.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>house for sale!</title><content type='html'>Wow, so many emotions.  Ben and i decided to move back to Nicoma Park recently and sell our home.  I love our home, our first beautiful awesome home.  Perfect location.  Great neighborhood.  Amazing neighbors.  When we first moved in it was like we lived in a movie.  we had our great friends just 3 houses down, actually we became such great friends b/c we lived just down the street.  They are now C's God parents.  We had neighbors across the street with a lil girl who rode her bike up and down their driveway and the street.  We carved pumpkins with them and drank hot chocolate while our husbands put the Christmas lights on the house.  We had easter brunch at our next door neighbors.  she may have turned out to be a bit crazy, but she made amazing food!   slowly our neighbors moved, not all but the ones who made it really fun.  not far away, but still not a couple of houses down or across the street.  Ben told our neighbor across the street diagonally about our upcoming move and he said he was speechless.  he is always the one looking out for us and others on the street.  always willing to pick up your mail or take down your trash if you are out of town.  so kind and generous.  we are having a garage sale this friday and saturday morning, and hopefully show the house to two different people this sunday.  i wonder how C and the puppies will adjust to their new home.  new yard. new sounds.  i wonder how i will too.  i will miss our first house.  i wish C would remember this place.  i imagined we would be here til she was 4 or 5. i hope we sell fast, get the other house done as soon as we sell it would be nice too.  i really dont want to live with anyones parents.  it would be rough for C, us , and whomever let us stay with them!  wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-3786597319666474765?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3786597319666474765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=3786597319666474765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3786597319666474765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3786597319666474765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-for-sale.html' title='house for sale!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6023132063907531745</id><published>2009-03-30T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:18:20.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 looks good from here!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i turned 30!  It was a great day.  We were worried about the weather ruining our burger bar and moon bounce and it sort of did.  we were told that we could receive up to 8 inches of snow friday night through saturday afternoon.  my mom thought it would be a good idea to do chili instead of burgers, and i agreed.  we could do chili dogs and chili pie!  mmmm.  so sunday rolls around and its gorgeous weather.  it's in the 60's and a small breeze.  The rental company for the moon bounce denies us the bounce, saying it's against state law to use one if the winds are above 15 mph. bleh. so no bounce offs.  bummer.  but, that didn't stop me from enjoying my family and friends!  i love a full house and it was!  i hope everyone had a nice time b/c i know i did.  i just wish i had time to take more pictures. Luckily Jamies mom, Za, took a ton for me and already sent me the link to her album!  she's fast!  my mom made the chili and tons of cupcakes!  the strawberry ones were the hit, but i really liked the lemon ones too. delicious.  it did stink a bit b/c i got onto my dad b/c he got C out of her crib, she was awake, but nap time was not over!  so i had to put her in her swing to get her back to sleep.  he was pissed and told me that once i have more parenting experience blah blah blah.  i just told him i know what works for us and to not mess with it! also, my brother and his family didn't come b/c they had tball practice which stunk it up too.  i mean, can't they have it later in the day? after my awesome party?  no, he had to have it at 2 when my party started.  also, one of my best friends amber was out of town for work. overall my bday rocked.  i've always looked forward to my thirties.  i always thought, when i'm thirty i'll now what to do and how to do it!  ha!  untrue!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6023132063907531745?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6023132063907531745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6023132063907531745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6023132063907531745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6023132063907531745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/30-looks-good-from-here.html' title='30 looks good from here!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-783304558513332929</id><published>2009-03-23T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:31:29.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break was great</title><content type='html'>we did lots!  zoo on tuesday with our friend Stella and her mom Jen.  We met up with our cousins Landrie and Meredith and Aunt T but only got to say hi for a bit and then headed our different ways.  We got there right around 9, when they open and thank goodness b/c Tonie said they parked at remington park! whoa.  Wednesday we went to Regional Park with Stella again!  It was so nice and we didn't want to be cooped up inside.  We had a picnic and took a stroll but C was getting pissed and decided it was time to head home.  She was super tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/ScfhePXp2XI/AAAAAAAAmWM/WtmZwZ9m-BA/s1600-h/DSCN1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/ScfhePXp2XI/AAAAAAAAmWM/WtmZwZ9m-BA/s400/DSCN1925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316465794772228466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night gma and gmpa Sellers came over and babysat while we ate dinner with Ashlee and Jer at Iguana for our Bdays.  I had a huge headache and not wanting to drink so no perfect margarita for me.  :(  but my dinner was excellent and bens was good too.  Friday night we went to Alex and Rachel's for dinner and Ethan and Lily entertained us all evening.  C laid down in Lily's room and we got to enjoy peach pie with ice cream.  I didn't know this but Ethan is the King of forks and spoons.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm turning 30 on the 29th. I'm pumped.  I am having a huge cookout with a  .  i have 47 people coming according to the evite. Not including my gma, and the people who don't know how to reply to evites...mom.  this will be the best party.  i love having all my family and friends around me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told ben i had HIGH expectations for my bday and to make it awesome.  :)  my mom and i are baking cupcakes on saturday and getting the house ready for all of our guests!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-783304558513332929?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/783304558513332929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=783304558513332929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/783304558513332929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/783304558513332929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-was-great.html' title='spring break was great'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/ScfhePXp2XI/AAAAAAAAmWM/WtmZwZ9m-BA/s72-c/DSCN1925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8263099173786411472</id><published>2009-03-16T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:09:46.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break!</title><content type='html'>for tons of friends and C's cousins and we are pumped.  we got invited to the Zoo tomorrow. pump.  plus our friend Katie wants to see us this week too.  pump.  plus the best part is it's going to be so nice this week! pump. my friend nicci flies out today for Mexico.  she needs a vaca in the worst way.  and i also turn 30 on the 29th! i'm also helping plan a shower for jamie and jordan.  i'm busy.  this week we are hanging with amb and lu at Sean Cummings for St. Patties Day.  pump.  Dinner thurdsay with jer and ashlee for our bdays.  pump.  friday night dinner at alex and rachels. i need to get my calender updated, so i don't miss anything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8263099173786411472?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8263099173786411472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8263099173786411472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8263099173786411472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8263099173786411472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='spring break!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4793614400553562585</id><published>2009-03-09T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:16:48.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no name</title><content type='html'>i'm not good at titling blogs.  and lately i've not wanted to or been interested in writing.  i feel like all i talk about is C and her sleeping/eating habits!  so now i will talk about how pumped i am to be moving back to Nicoma Park!  we'll be just down the street from my grandma and my mom and so much closer to Bens parents and my brothers.  a lot of my girlfriends probably think we are crazy and have said things like "well, i'm glad you brought it up b/c i didn't know what to say about it."  well just ask me about it, it's not a bad thing for us.  in fact it's going be freaking awesome.  since we only have one income now it's going to help us our financially too.   it's been okay since C has arrived but it's been a big adjustment from 2 incomes and no baby to one income and one baby.  :)  we obviously don't go out as much anymore but it's mostly b/c we want to be home with C and not b/c we can't afford it.  sometimes we can't though and that stinks.  well this went somewhere where i didn't think it would.  ha!  it normally doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4793614400553562585?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4793614400553562585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4793614400553562585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4793614400553562585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4793614400553562585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-name.html' title='no name'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4385294719029760892</id><published>2009-02-25T15:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:26:43.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bentley</title><content type='html'>barked earlier today right after i put C down for her nap.  i got onto him and sent him outside.  he came in, peeked around the corner, i told him to go back out.  i forgot he was outside and when i went to check on him he was waiting for me to say it's okay to come back inside.  :(  it made me so sad.  he is so sensitive. i am so sensitive too now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4385294719029760892?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4385294719029760892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4385294719029760892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4385294719029760892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4385294719029760892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/bentley.html' title='bentley'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2405243733754084402</id><published>2009-02-21T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:41:53.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>time off</title><content type='html'>yes!  today ben and i pawned C off on my mom for a while when we drove to norman to get our tile.  it was not planned but worked out fantastically!  Then gma and gmpa Sellers came over to watch her so we could enjoy dinner with friends tonight.  So NICE!  I love my baby but i needed some time away and i really enjoyed it!  of course i love my friends but oh how i've missed them.  plus ben and i had big news to tell them but they pretty much already knew, they probably knew before we did!  i was scared to tell them, we always have made fun of our friends who moved back to our home towns! and that is exactly what we are doing.  :)  it makes sense for us and i'm super excited!  we wanted to tell them in person so it's taken some time to do so.  it's been really hard not to blurt it out over the phone and i feel like i've been keeping a secret from them but i think they saw it coming...  it's been hard for me lately b/c we used to see them 2 to 3 times a week and now we have to schedule a dinner!  we are both just in different places right now. at first i thought it was b/c of the baby, but i think more and more it's b/c our lives changes all around the same time.  new jobs, two jobs, baby, and i'm really trying to not be the friends who fall away when they have  a baby but i can totally see how that happens now.  your schedule revolves around your babies and if they are in bed by 7:30 then it's hard to out past that time!  :)  i completely underestimated how much our lives would change.  i've had two sweet margaritas tonight and i think that is showing in my writing.  PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2405243733754084402?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2405243733754084402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2405243733754084402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2405243733754084402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2405243733754084402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-off.html' title='time off'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1780433675843022381</id><published>2009-02-20T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:35:05.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>June 30, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  scared&lt;br /&gt;School.  It has always bothered me that I never finished college.  Watching my peers graduate, getting "REAL" jobs.  I'm happy for them, I want them to succeed, buy I want to too!  I've decided to enroll for the fall semester at OSU at OKC.  Imagine all the possibilities.  ;)  I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up.  I want to take all sorts of classes.  Painting, ceramics, forensics, photography, floral design.  Only the fun stuff.  I don't want college algebra, or macro economics.  DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!  what kind of degree can i get with all those other classes, anyone know?  how bout the degree of "lead a happy life".  That's the one I want.  Is it bad that I feel like I don't need to pay my dues to have a good rewarding life?  Not finishing school makes me feel dumb, like I can and never will get a job that i deserve and love.  I actually don't want a job.  I want a hobby that pays well. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;True Colors&lt;br /&gt;By Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 25 October, 1990&lt;br /&gt;4:23 PM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 29, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;holy crap&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel as if i need to blog?  who came up with that word anyway?  blog.  it is fun to say.  say it.  blog.  blog.  blog!  other words i like to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken bo bicken (more than one word but still fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Payne (words i just like to scream real loud, normally in the car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloomin onion (same as above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally when i say these words i feel how my mouth is forming and it makes me smile.  what are your favorite words???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Magical Mystery Tour&lt;br /&gt;By Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 25 October, 1990&lt;br /&gt;7:32 AM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 27, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I can always have sex, I'm not exaggerating."&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:itchy (bug bites bitches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Ben told me last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Toxicity&lt;br /&gt;By System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 04 September, 2001&lt;br /&gt;11:50 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 22, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 Life needed&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating lunch w/ a few friends.  Talking about our puppies and laughing about all the funny silly dumb things they do.  All the sudden, one of our very best friends says, "Can we NOT talk about your dogs.".  We decied that night that we either need more hobbies or only friends with dogs. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Grease (Original 1978 Motion Picture Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;By Warren Casey&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 16 April, 1991&lt;br /&gt;1:39 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 22, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bushisms&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.doodie.com/george_bush_political_cartoon_animation.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Sublime: Greatest Hits&lt;br /&gt;By Sublime&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 09 November, 1999&lt;br /&gt;10:04 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 21, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;T-Bar&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:moving to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone else who LOVED going to the T-Bar on Thursday nights?  We were still underage, but we managed to get in.  Either fake ID's or the back door by the back bar.  And do you rember the crazy bartender Cory?  He would give us free shots for different reasons but mostly if i kissed my best friend.  Also used to get on the bar and take shots from his pants!  UGH! I was so retarded, but I LOVED it at the time.  I can't remember the DJ's name, but he loved us, played all "our" songs and got us dancing all night long.  I even left a pair of unmentionables in his booth.  I can't believe some of the dumb shit I used to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Pop Life&lt;br /&gt;By Bananarama&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 25 June, 1991&lt;br /&gt;3:31 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 20, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:sneezy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1780433675843022381?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1780433675843022381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1780433675843022381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1780433675843022381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1780433675843022381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6713810969209094726</id><published>2009-02-20T18:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:33:42.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and more and more!</title><content type='html'>it's like a blog bonus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; July 19, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;spike diamond&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  indescribable&lt;br /&gt;this hopefully will be an ongoing blog.  i want people to cut &amp; paste other peoples URL's and put it as a comment to this one.  I want them to be crazy, retarded, cool tats, good blogs, whatever you deem worthy, if I think it sucks I'll delete it.  Hopefully i can find out how to do a direct link soon so you wont have to copy and paste over and over again....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this guy just killed me, seriously thinks he's hot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  http://www.myspace.com/spikediamond  &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;As Nasty as They Wanna Be&lt;br /&gt;By 2 Live Crew&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 10 June, 1996&lt;br /&gt;3:06 PM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 19, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UCO&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all know that I'm a lil bit slow.  I took off work Friday to enroll at UCO.  I got up there, sat down said "I need to apply and enroll."  The girl across the counter said, "You must be accepted first to enroll."  Ben and I sat there, and didn't say a word.  I thought they would just sit down and admit me and then enroll me.  I never thought for a minute that i would have to be accepted into UCO.  I handed over my transcripts and my application and my application fee and walked out.  How am i going to make it through college at this rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:34 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 19, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;never again&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to another family reunion this past Sunday. My 3rd this summer.   It was held in Cherokee 3 hours away.  I went b/c my mom asked and I would have felt bad for not going, especially since my two brothers and their families DID NOT attend.  Losers.  Anyway, first thing they were supposed to  pick me up at 7:30 am and did not arrive til 8:30.  I did get to sleep on the way there so it was not too bad.  We go to my uncle Dicks house, he is about 89 and lives alone on a farm.  (btw, we had about 6 cars full of my moms family going to this shindig)  We all pull up to my uncle's house, my great uncle, we all go into his house and sit down and start talking to him.  He said, "I guess you guys know my brother Virgil?"  which makes me sad b/c Virgil is my moms dad and of course we know him, but Uncle Dick has NO clue who we are.  :(  Then we head to Cherokee and are the first people to arrive at the family reunion.  This is no ordinary family reunion, and i say that b/c IT'S NOT OUR FAMILY!!!!  Everyone is walking in and staring at us, i felt like such an invader.  This is how distant of family we are.  My Great Grandmother was the Great Aunt to the brothers and sisters having the reunion.And the brothers and sisters were in their 80's. GIVE ME A BREAK!  It was so weird!  I had cousins FLY in from Arizona b/c they thought is was OUR family reunion. Talk about being pissed off.  One thing that was hilarious, we were all starving so when they started eatting we were all in line filling our plates to the brim and one lady said, "This dish is the reunion favorite, your not family if you don't like this."  My aunt and I sat down, took one bite of the "reunion favorite" and said "We must not be family."  It was sick.  We took our family picture and left.  I woke up in Perry and got a banana shake from Braums and some french fries.  I will never do that again, not even for a guilt trip. &lt;br /&gt; Currently watching:&lt;br /&gt;21 Grams&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 24 August, 2004&lt;br /&gt;8:38 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 14, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;STEVE MILLER IN CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zooamp.com/images/GAZ-STV-MILLER-WK713-A.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Young Hearts: Complete Greatest Hits&lt;br /&gt;By Steve Miller Band&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 16 September, 2003&lt;br /&gt;9:00 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 12, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;recently viewed movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me he loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;The opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first two are french and have subtitles, so don't watch if you don't want to read along, and the last is an old movie i watched last night on TCM. So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently watching:&lt;br /&gt;Love Me If You Dare&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 09 August, 2005&lt;br /&gt;11:18 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 12, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what makes you, you?&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many influences today, what makes you, you?  what makes you different from everybody else?  you are exposed to the same t.v., music, political issues as everyone else.  unless you seek out the different and unusual then what makes you special?  how do you even find the underground bands and the rare finds in designers and the back alley hang outs?  once you get there are you still unique when you see a crowd of 20 something's or 30 something's that found it before you?  to be really unique to really stand out to be different, you can't be like anyone else!  you would have to be an outcast.  or do you?  everyone right now who loves indie rock, or emo are you pissed b/c it's so mainstream now?  are you pissed when the one thing that was yours is starting a trend and everyone else is doing it?  or does it flatter you?  what are you gonna do?  have your personalized double helix tattooed on you?  your very own DNA strand made into t-shirts? what makes me, me?  I'm not sure yet.  i don't know why i'm special, but i know i am.  i know that my friends love me.  i know that my family supports me.  my husband adores me.  two dogs that run to the door to say hello to me.  and for me that's enough.  (except for i do want a vespa.) &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Blue Light, Red Light&lt;br /&gt;By Harry Connick Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 24 September, 1991&lt;br /&gt;6:27 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 11, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm editing my friends&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of having "friends" on here who really aren't my friends. I like to say hello and actually see how people are doing, and i like getting responses back. Oh, and another thing, if you post something on the bulletin board, don't let it sit up there FOREVER! So fucking annoying. I've just deleted a shitload of people.  They all annoyed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:42 AM &lt;br /&gt;6 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 7, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UCO&lt;br /&gt;update going to UCO.  i'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;3:52 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 7, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i have man hands&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, i do.  They are HUGE!  I guess that could be a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. can grab more money in the money pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. can bitch slap real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. makes a large fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. better massages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. easier target for high fives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. great for peeka-a-boo w/ my nieces and nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i will NOT go into the sex stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets' see cons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm a girl so man hands are scary to boys, luckily i already have a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can think of for cons.  i'm sure you'll inform me though...(when i leave it hanging like this that means you give me a pro or a con)&lt;br /&gt; Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary&lt;br /&gt;By Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 24 May, 1999&lt;br /&gt;3:21 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 1, 2005 • Friday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;longest day ever&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  bored&lt;br /&gt;it's friday before a holiday and i'm waiting and waiting for the whistle to blow on the work day.  these are always the worst days.  when people either don't come to work or they leave extra early.  plus my IM girl was NOT online yesterday or today!  so i'm extra bored.  At least she is home for the weekend and i get to see her in person and not via the internet.  i like it when people comment too, random, but i just came to me.  also, i love love LOVE having readers.  it's so weird and exciting.  MUWAH!&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;By Blue Merle&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 15 February, 2005&lt;br /&gt;1:54 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6713810969209094726?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6713810969209094726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6713810969209094726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6713810969209094726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6713810969209094726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-more-and-more.html' title='and more and more!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1770760060558072492</id><published>2009-02-20T18:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:32:35.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>holy moly</title><content type='html'>sorry there are so many!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; August 9, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hard of hearing&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I end up where I am today?  I know it's the people in my life and the choices that I have made, but where did all my memories go? I have lots of things I just DO NOT remember, I'll admit now, that a lot of them are because it was alcohol induced, or pot.  Well shit, I guess I just answered my own question.  I still don't get it, I dont' understand!  I used to be crazy and care free!  Not a worry in the world except where penny beer was.  I used to not care about politics or world events.  Why are you suppose to care about this stuff when you "grow up"?  Who says you have to?  I'll tell you now, one of the ONLY reasons I pay any attention to the news/world events is b/c I dont' want to be the idiot in the conversation and don't want to be made fun of b/c I can't support in what I believe.  I can't just say "this is what i think, but i don't know why."  To be REALLY honest I don't get a lot of the politics and I have to have Ben explain things to me.  I'll admit my brain doesn't work very fast, I'll never win at a come back contest or out wit anyone, I have to sit and think about things.  The best way for me to learn is to keep my mouth shut and my ears open.  Too bad I'm hard of hearing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently watching:&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Kubrick Collection&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 05 October, 2004&lt;br /&gt;2:48 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 4, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peanuts Character???&lt;br /&gt;1:14 PM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 3, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Love This Bar and Grill&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  cheerful&lt;br /&gt;Nick's birthday was yesterday and we always go out to eat for Ben's family.  Unanimously we all decided to go to the Toby Keiths new restaraunt. Nick's the cowboy so go figure.  I didn't have high expectations, I hate the name and I hate the sign too.  Ben and I get there just before six, go out to the patio and sit at the bar and order two brewskies.  The total was 3.50.  SWEET!  We just beat happy hour and we had 3 minutes to go so the bartender rang us up two more and even kept them in the cooler for us til we were ready. While we sit there we realize that the only music we heard so far was Toby Keith, which scared us.  The cute bartender said they play one full CD a night and then the rest of the music isn't so bad. The wait was only 25 minutes long, our buzzer rang and we got our beers and headed inside.  Bens mom and brother were lost in the parking lot and his dad hadn't even left for work yet.  I hate sitting at a table waiting for everyone.  When Char and Nick walked in and saw us they came straight over and Nick almost fell b/c he didn't see the step so that made waiting worth it.  The tables by the way are made for men who are 6 foot 6 inches tall and.  I was sitting in my chair and the table came up to my neck.  A four top easily sat our 5 top w/ plenty of room b/c the tables are huge and Bens family is so small.  Luckily the bartender outside said if we split something it would be plenty of food.  The bread basket is good, it has cornbread and biscuts in it, spicy!  We also had the Tumble Weed appetizer, which is deep fried onion strings w/ bits of jalepenos.  Pretty yummy.  So Ben and I split the ribs and have okra and mashed potates.  Nick gets a strip, Gary the Chicken Fried Steak, and Char gets the filet.  Gary's CFS was the size of his torso and Nicks steak was close to two inches thick, our ribs were HUGE as well as the sides.  *Side Note*  Ben and I are super picky about the ribs we eat, the only ones we like are from Houston's and our friend Lukes.*  Everyone is chowing down.  I can't believe the food was so good!  Ben pulled out the bones from his portion w/ his hands, they just fell off!  Char said her steak was too peppery, Nick actually said his wasn't that bad, which is good coming from a guy who only likes steaks from Cattlemens.  Garys CFS was pretty good too, it too was a bit peppery but I think it was the gravy.  Overall I was impressed.  I think it would be a good place to watch the game too since they have a huge screen on the wall where EVERYONE can see it.  There are three bars, the main one is huge, the one outside is cool, and a smaller bar closer to the stage.  Also outside they have fire pits for cool nights.  I can't believe I loved this bar and grill.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;How Do You Like Me Now&lt;br /&gt;By Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 02 November, 1999&lt;br /&gt;9:25 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 29, 2005 • Friday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  anxious&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit.  I am a college student once again.  Just taking one class, Drawing I.  I can't fucking wait.  I have a potty mouth. I hope I can draw and I wish this blog shit had spelling check.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Love. Angel. Music. Baby.&lt;br /&gt;By Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 23 November, 2004&lt;br /&gt;2:43 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 26, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rock'n Bar S Ranch...&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's family is away on vacation so we are feeding/watering the dogs and horses while they are away.  This is what happend last night.  Pull up to parents house.  Pet Mardi and Ginger and I get stuck in the palm w/ stickers that are attached to Gingers ear fur.  Ben walks around in the back yard and i'm petting the dogs when i hear "SICK!".  I look up and there is a big fat DEAD possum. The dogs like to catch things and play with it.  Well, ben grabs a shovel and a paper bag.  He flops the fly encrusted possum over and immediately our eyes water from the funk that rises into our nostrils and fills every orifice on your body.  I stand hunched over holding the paper bag open so he can slide it in.  Not so much.  I run away and start gasping for clean air.  He bravely slides the creature into the paper bag and picks it up w/ his thumb and index finger, making sure not to touch the oily oozing juices coming from the bag.  Ben later told me the possum was so stinky b/c it had a turd halfway sticking out of it's butthole. EW!  I go back in to get a second bag, we needed to reinforce the first one.  By the time i got back out Ben was doing a dance around the yard and screaming at the attacking flies that were pissed b/c we stole their feast away from them.  We double sacked the varmit and put it in the trash can and hauled it to the curb.  The trashmen will forever love the Sellers household.  We then went out to the Rock'n Bar S Ranch.  LOL.  I crack up everytime I hear/say that.  They even have their own brand for the horses, anyway, feeding the horses.  You have to round them up, put them in their stall and feed them.  Two horses have babies, so they go in the stall w/ them.  One is a mule and she has her own stall.  The mule also has stiches on her snout b/c she got kicked in the face.  She's their bitch.  Just teasing.  Um, we feed Oopsy first, the mule, because she eats the slowest and we have to give her meds for her cut.  Then the two moms and the babies.  Then we go and get some hay and spread it out so they can have some of that too later for a snack.  After we spread the hay out i feel things crawling on my legs, little bugs called ticks.  Gross out session in the barn and I do a "hit the leg as fast as you can" dance.  Also, Ben brings the water hose to fill the troughs.  As he does this he splashes the red clay ground near me and gets my feet and legs red and muddy.  So, now i have bugs and mud on me.  I don't think you can be a rancher and wear shorts and flip flops to the ranch, it just doesn't work well.   So we will do this every night this week, i'll try to get some pics next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I just called Ben to make sure the ranch name was right, and he had to correct me.  "It's spelled Rock'n, not RockING."  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.  I'm not really listening to Keith Urban - In the Ranch, I just like to use theme music.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;In the Ranch&lt;br /&gt;By Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 10 February, 2004&lt;br /&gt;7:02 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 25, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  hungry&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was so much fun.  Went to Belle Isle to watch Falcon-Five-O.  Met Amber and Luke up there, Jamie came by and got my ass.  We ate cheesefries and pepparoni pizza.  Had some beers too.  I got to meet one of the doodes from the band during their break, I think Jamie said she knew them some how.  We left and crashed the gay scene. Went to The Park for one drink.  Jamie went up and asked the dancer if he was gay or straight.  He said straight, but we don't believe him b/c he had on white see through boyshorts w/ a white thong underneath and combat boots, plus he said he's done it w/ doodes before.  Liar.  Anyway we left there and went to The Copa.  BTW, we are with our gay friend so that's why we are there.  So The Copa is fun and we dance our asses off all night.  Oh, and if you know why gay men take off their shirts in the club let me know.  Anyway James and I are dancing, dancing, dancing, and at one point this cute gay guy says to me, "are you two a couple? You guys are ADORABLE!"  LOL.  We are adorable.  We are not gay.  But i think everyone there thought we were, just b/c we like to dance crazy.  Anyway, another funny of the night was seeing my bosses daughter there.  I went up to her and told her who I was and you could tell she was freaked out a bit b/c she didn't say anything to me except "this is weird, this is weird." It's funny b/c everyone knows she is gay but no one talks about it.  She even showed me who her girlfriend was and she is cute.  The last song of the night she came out there to dance w/ me and jamie.  I took her hand and made her twirl and she was all weirded out again.  She told me she's not used to not leading.  i think she is the "boy" int the relationship.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;The Very Best Of Cher&lt;br /&gt;By Cher&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 01 April, 2003&lt;br /&gt;4:56 PM &lt;br /&gt;3 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;4 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 25, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;American Hiroshima???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=45313&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;1:57 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 22, 2005 • Friday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this goes out to meleia&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap, i just dedicated a blog to MFC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink and Teal ninja were walking out of class, they had just finished the bloody final.  They both aced it and they were ready for the real world of ninjaness.  Suddenly a pirate attacked w/ his big steel cannon.  This did not phase the ninjas. They flew!  They stabbed!  They KILLED!  The blood was warm and he had a snack in his back pocket too so that was good.  But what they did not know was the pirate they killed was the son of the worst most evilest pirate ever known.  One eyed Willy. (yeah from Goonies)  O.E.W.  went berserk and drew his sword and started slashing the ninjas across the face and on the butt too.  THIS did NOT stop the young ninjas from thier destruction.  Willy was pissed, he blew his horn for the other pirates to come help.  Only two showed up b/c the others were  away on vacation.  KICKCHOP! KICKCHOP! KICKCHOP! the first pirate lay dead in a pool of his own blood, spit, vomit mixture.  Teal ninja went over to the next pirate and said "you want some of this BITCH!"  and she numchucked him in the temple.  "ARG!"  Simultaneously Pink and Teal ninja KICKCHOPPED him in the head splitting his skull and smashing his brains out onto their new ninja shoes.  Pink ninja scooped up his brains w/ a spoon she found on the grass and forced his brainy remains down Willy's throat. After that Teal ninja bitch-slapped him and stole his pearl eye.  HHHHHHIIIIYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!  Gold ninja flew down from the crystal blue sky.  (He had been watching the entire time.)  In one fell swoop he unleashed his machete and sliced and diced Willy's face open.  The Gold ninja looked into Willy's remaining good eye and spat in it, then pushed him front of oncoming traffic.  The three ninjas left the carnage for the trash men to pick up and split the snack from the pirates pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3&lt;br /&gt;By Various Artists&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 09 March, 1993&lt;br /&gt;8:15 PM &lt;br /&gt;5 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 21, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"hood rat hood rat hoochie mama!"&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  content&lt;br /&gt;i've been working on my site for a while trying to get it the way i want w/ the "pimp my webpage" and "thomas's myspace editor", but it won't let me do exactly what i want, and i failed my HTML class my freshmen year.  i change it about 4 times a day. I also change my video weekly, this week is 2 Live Crew Hoochie Mama and it reminds me of high school so bad, i LOVED the move Friday and i love the sound track even more.  If you guys don't know this, i'll let you know, i am such a "hood rat hood rat hoochie mama."  listen to the words they crack me up. &lt;br /&gt;10:20 AM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;1 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;July 20, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;best friends&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  grateful&lt;br /&gt;they kill me sometimes. in a good way i suppose.  i don't  have a ton of friends, only a select few who make me laugh, who make me think about important issues, who let me cry and whine, and some who are really truly my friends, the ones who love me and cherish me and who know my family, and love them too, who know my background, the heartaches i've been through, the moments that have changed my life, people who have shaped who i am today.  I have taken a few of these people for granted before and i will never ever do that again.  You love these people b/c, well, they love you back.  they may annoy the hell out of you, we all do it.  they may not finish reading your blog b/c they say you were just rambling, but you just laugh at them and tell them they are losers.  they may not call for weeks at a time, but when they call, you don't pick up just to give 'em a taste of their own medicine.  WE ALL DO IT.  You are allowed to feel annoyed, angry, pissed, whatever, but so are they!  And it's all OKAY b/c that shit happens, life happens, but dont' let life, like getting married, or getting a new boyfriend, or your job get in the way of hanging w/ your boys/girls.  Don't take them for granted.  They may have to donate a kidney to you later. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray (2002 Original Broadway Cast)&lt;br /&gt;By Marc Shaiman&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 13 August, 2002&lt;br /&gt;10:16 AM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1770760060558072492?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1770760060558072492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1770760060558072492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1770760060558072492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1770760060558072492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-moly.html' title='holy moly'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3394493883470405401</id><published>2009-02-20T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:31:33.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more bloggies</title><content type='html'>September 1, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How can we help?&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying the past three mornings.  As I watch the news about the hurricane disaster areas and see the people it's hurt.  I watched the looters loot and the rescue helicopters saving lives.  I saw the coffins above ground and the people canoeing from home to home in search of their friends and family.  Our friend in Houston had 11 new kids in her class yesterday, and more are expected.  The Astro Dome is going to be the new home to a lot of families. It's not just New Orleans, it's Mississippi and Alabama too.  I sit and cry.  It's not even 8 am and i'm a bawl bag trying not to mess up my makeup.  How can we help?  We can donate money, food, our time.  I would love to help in some way, but not sure how to go about it.  Not sure the best way for the people to get it.  I've been praying and praying but now it's time for some other form, some cash i'm guessing, that is what tithe is for.  Please, everyone try to give a lil bit, something to help these people, the familes, the elderly out.  They need everyone's support.  Give what you can, even if it is just your prayers and well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;8:03 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 31, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;$$$2 F*cking 96!&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  pissed off&lt;br /&gt;I REFUSE TO PAY THAT FOR GAS!  These assholes are going to keep raising and raising, and then, when we reach out wits end they will lower them to 2.50 or some shit and then we'll think, WHEW!  That's cheap, b/c we've been paying over 3 bucks for so long!  Well they are brainwashing us.  2 bucks for gas is NOT cheap!  1.50 for gas is NOT cheap!  But if they keep raising prices they will make us believe that those prices are okay! If they, the government, could control the weather, I would say they INTENTIONALLY made Hurrican Katrina  so they could raise the prices again!  I bet they do control the weather.  Have you guys seen the Shiek standing in front of his new Audi?  Well, it's silver, not the paint is silver, the FUCKING CAR IS MADE OUT OF SILVER.  THE WHOLE THING.  I saw that and if it were possible to reach through an email and KICKCHOP the shieks neck off i would!  In the past three day the gas prices have been raised several times!  The first night I heard it, the gas was 2.59 down the street.  The next MORNING it was 2.69, on the way home for lunch it was 2.79!  The next day it was 2.85 and today on the way to lunch it was two mother fucking dollars and ninety fucking six cents!!!!!!!!  This holiday weekend would be a great time to get away and go travel, but i refuse to buy any more gas right now than absolutely needed.  My salute to all the oil companies right now....SCREW YOU!  You greedy fuckers!&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Mezmerize&lt;br /&gt;By System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 17 May, 2005&lt;br /&gt;1:35 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;1 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 25, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  creative&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Simon, and I like to draw drawings.  My first week of school is officially OVER!  WOOT!  Monday I did about 4 U-turns trying to find the right area to park.  Thank goodness I left early or I would have been late to my first day of class!  Our teacher is a goofball, mid 30's say's dumb jokes, and when no one laughs he laughs to himself.  Anyway, yesterday he put objects on the table that was draped by a sheet.  The included a mirrored box, cow skull, orange rubber ball, tea kettle, pitcher, fire extinguisher, salt shaker, and a hexagon block thing.  Anyway, the teach just said to start drawing.  I was like, HOLY CRAP, I CAME HERE TO LEARN!!!!  He said it's to see where we are starting from.  Well I'm starting from 1st grade.  I have NO skills as a drawer, and the best thing is that next week we're going to hang them all up and people are going to look at them!!!!  AAAUUUGGGGHHHH!!!  Talk about being embarrassment waiting to happen!  Everyone in there is young too, but I expected that.  Two classes down and 28 to go!  Weird thinking I only have 30 classes total. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Firecracker&lt;br /&gt;By Lisa Loeb&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 11 November, 1997&lt;br /&gt;3:07 PM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 23, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;rock star weekend&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well starting off Friday night, we went to our friend Sarah's house for beers and burgers.  I had a burger and about 5 Tecates.  I got wasted there, we left, went home, and I decided it would be a great idea to go see Jamie b/c she is throwing a co-worker a bachelorette party.  She has beer, champagne, and frozen cosmopolitans.  The cosmos are so great, you buy them at Target and buy the vodka and then mix them and freeze it, so simple and yummy.  Well i got there around 11:30ish and had a frozen cosmo, and some smokes on the front porch with the rest of the girls.  We release the baloons and then i pass out on the front porch w/ Jamie's lil sis JoJo, who is not so little anymore, she is beautiful.  Gorgeous!  Jamie comes outside and tell us to get our asses up and to go inside.  So I wake up around 4:30 spooning JoJo on the love seat and ottoman.  I get my keys and leave, on the way I text Ben and tell him I fell asleep and that I'm on my way to the hizzle.  Saturday I woke up, hung over, but not as bad as I thought it would be.  I didn't have a lot to do, so I slept in a bit w/ the boys, Beemer and Bentley.  Went to the mall to get James her bday present, I actually ate slice of cheese pizza by myself at the mall b/c I was STARVING!!!!!!  I come home, Nicci calls, she picks me up and I go back up to the mall to go shopping with her.  She is pokey.  It was okay though b/c I was hung over.  Um, long story getting shorter.  We made MAC appointments for that night, so we could be ROCK STARS!!!  Jamie made one too.  We met at Jamie's, went to LiT, Venu for a brief second, then to the newby, PURE.  I really liked it!  It's all white, all open, great dance music too.  Plus we were with our friends.  Benji met us out too along with Shelby.  I would post pics in the blogs but i can NEVER get it to work.  So the night ends, I go home and ben just sat down w/ a plate full of PIZZA ROLLS!!!!!  He thought I would be out later and that he would eat them all by himself!!!  Sunday was confusion.  Ben and I were going to go see Stevie "Guitar" Miller.  He started feeling bad Sat.  Nicci got screwed by her friends that were getting her in for free.  So my plan was to call Nicci and ask her to take Ben's place.  At first she wasnt' too excited about it.  Then I told her it was free and she immediately said yes.  Which I was so glad.  More things happend Sunday, like the dogs tricked us into going mudding, and I had on white shorts, and ben took his shirt off to wrap around muddy paws and it was funny seeing him drive bare chested, and to see me all muddy b/c two puppies went and had mud treatments at the vacant lot.  Anyways, the concert was great!  Scott met us and I got to re-meet his friend Amanda, they sat with us and drank with us and got rained on with us.  It was spectacular.  Yesterday was my FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.  This may not be a big deal to some, but for me it is.  I'm really excited to start learning and start challenging my brain and my artistic side. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Before the Robots&lt;br /&gt;By Better Than Ezra&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 31 May, 2005&lt;br /&gt;2:42 PM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 18, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kids these days&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  happy&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my brother matt asked Ben and I to come over for dinner. We said yes b/c it's free and angel is a good cook and b/c gma and gmpa would be there too. We pull into the driveway and all the kids come jetting out, connor is wearing a Napoleon Dynomite dance t-shirt and Kenzie screams, "HOOLLLLLLLAAA!!!". No lie, it was so great. She's the one that wants to be a rock star, she told me last night she likes music class better than gym class.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;The Best of Broadway&lt;br /&gt;By The Broadway Kids&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 15 January, 2002&lt;br /&gt;1:28 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bens birthday bash&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;For everyone out there that knows my Benny boy, he is turning 28 on the 31st and I'm throwing him a BIG BIRTHDAY BASH!!!  I'm calling it that anyways.  Really it's just our families and our friends getting together to eat, drink, be merry, and to give Ben a hard time.  I love giving him a hard time, but I love it even more when Matt and Kyle give him a hard time b/c he's so good about it.  He lets Matt beat him up, well I say "lets", but really he has no choice. He lets the kids climb over him and get him sticky faced w/ nasty wet kisses filled w/ whatever remnants of food/candy on their faces.  He talks to my mom and dad like his own parents and enjoys talking to my grandma and grandpa, but who doesn't enjoy their company!  He'll fall asleep on the couch at my moms house after dinner. I love that, it makes me feel like he's comfortable with my crazy family.  My mom takes his side too, which really pisses me off.  I love it best when we leave our families, mine or his, and on the car ride home we start making fun of everyone and ask why THEY are all so freaking weird.  I know that we are weird and not normal, but our families are WEIRD!!  Seriously.  If there were one word to describe him, mabye two, it would be spousal abuse.  LOL.  LOVE YOU BENNY!  (my front shoulder still hurts from last night!)&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Let It Be&lt;br /&gt;By Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 25 October, 1990&lt;br /&gt;7:50 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 16, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:mixed emotions, but all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting scared, nervous, excited.  I looked at the calender and SCHOOL starts MONDAY!!!  Less than a week away, and I'm going to be the old married lady in class.  Old and married.  The girls and I are getting dressed up and our makeup done saturday night at the RebelRock event at the MAC counter, so we will be rock stars pretty much.  I love rock stars.  Which makes me think of INXS reality show Jamie got me hooked on about two weeks ago.  Hooker!  Like I need more shows to watch.  Even though this one is actually filled w/ talent.  I love JD and MiG and Jordis, oh, and Marty!  Went walking last night w/Jjamie and Sami along w/ Bentley and Beemer.  We went to her hood and walked up shartel over to western and back down.  The pups were quite worn out along w/ the rock star parents.  Jamie wants to start singing again so we need to find a rockin karaoke bar or something, so if anyone knows of a place holla!  LOL...i love it when white girls yell that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Holla Holla&lt;br /&gt;By Ja Rule&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 16 March, 1999&lt;br /&gt;7:44 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 12, 2005 • Friday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;surgery&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  scared&lt;br /&gt;So this past year my dad has had some terrible health issues arise.  In Febuary he had a heart attack, before that though he was having issues w/ his breathing and some chest pains.  Anyway, luckily he was at his doctors office when the heart attack occured.  Ever since then he's been in and out of the hospital doing tests and this and that.  This afternoon he had surgery to implant a difibulator.  Just before surgery they checked his EKG (??) and decided to go ahead and put in the pacemaker too.  I think my dad is falling apart.  He keeps having things go wrong and he's not even that oldSay a prayer please.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Lay It Down&lt;br /&gt;By Jennifer Knapp&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 29 February, 2000&lt;br /&gt;7:35 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 11, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wish...&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were more hi tech.  i have tried twice now to post Photo Blogs on this site and I CAN'T DO IT!!!  I've done the copy and paste thing, I've done the create a URL and that does not work either.  I have photos i want to share but i don't want to put them on my homepage!  If anyone can help me, please help me.  AAAUUUGGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off, Ripped off, Screwed: The First Two Years&lt;br /&gt;By Candy Snatchers&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 07 October, 1997&lt;br /&gt;10:37 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 10, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cottonmouth&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I woke up w/ cottonmouth.  I drank a 1/2 bottle of Pinot with my best girlfriend then washed that down with a Bacardi Vanilla and DP.  MMM. She went to the bar with her roomy after he got off work and I went home.  All my babies were on the couch when I got home.  It made me smile and be thankful that I have such a wonderful life.  Then I passed out.  Luckily Ben brought some water to bed b/c around 3am I woke up parched and my body was begging me to put some H2O in it so it can run the right way.  Beemer kept kicking me and Bentley kept cuddling me so I couldn't get mad I just didn't get comfortable.  I hate leaving for work and Ben and the boys are still asleep in bed.  I'm so jealous.  I need to retire soon so I can stay home and sleep in with my babies.&lt;br /&gt; Currently reading/watching/listening/playing:&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied Woman&lt;br /&gt;10:05 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-3394493883470405401?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3394493883470405401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=3394493883470405401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3394493883470405401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3394493883470405401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-bloggies.html' title='more bloggies'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-567937841341568544</id><published>2009-02-20T18:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:29:29.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more and more</title><content type='html'>these get better and better!  you can really tell i was younger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; October 18, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;email war!&lt;br /&gt;I started an email war today.  Actually it was my friend Mixon.  YAY Mixon!  WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;3:38 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.18.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told my MFC to write a blog b/c it's been a long time.  I've been meaning to.  I meant to after our trip to Tyler, Tx., I meant to write after a friends mother passed away,  I meant to after i got my hair colored purple, i meant to after the girlie show.  I just, for some reason have not felt like spilling my guts and telling all the funny stories lately.  I've actually had quite a bit to write about, but not really feeling it, ya know?  But the time has come, I think.  I'm not feeling witty or smart so this may just be boring, but at least it's an attempt to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's our 3 year anniversary!  WOOT!  It really is neat to know that I have the best husband ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, our trip to Tyler was for a friends wedding.  Tyler is the rose capital of the WORLD, supposedly.  Roses everywhere.  Wedding was short, reception was outside, so it was hot, hot enough for me not to want any wedding cake!  After the reception we all drove to Dallas, in celebration of the vows, but also a dear friend was turning 29.  He's old.  When we arrived at our hotel, we were dumbfounded by how many gay black men were walking around the lobby.  We knew they were gay b/c of the speedos and thongs they were strutting around and the dance competition at the pool.  The number one and two teams later had some issues in the parking lot and the security was called.    We went to lower Greenville that night and had a wonderful time!  We went to Suede and had a great time and danced, even though no one else was.  I slept in my clothes that night, luckily Ben took some shots of me in the taxi on the way to the hotel, I'm totally passed out and drooling.  ICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next big thing that has happend recently is a best friends mother passing away, very unexpectantly.  I was at work when I was told the horrible news.  I cried.  I didn't even know her mother, I've met her, yes, but never had lunch, never went shopping, none of that.  I cried for my friend.  She had just lost her best friend, her confidant, her mommy.  She used that word, mommy.  She still does.  I used to make fun of her for that and now I feel like i have a mommy now, not just mom, or mother, but a mommy, who takes care of me, who calls me to complain about her live in boyfriend, who calls to chit chat and gossip, and now calls me b/c we are taking the same college course and wants to vent about how bad she sucks at drawing.  We are too young to wonder what it'll be like w/o our moms and dads.  We are too young to go through our heart crumbling inside your body, to try to go to work and get back to the "real world".  we are not old enough to bury our mommies and daddies.  I can't even remember where our granny is buried to go visit her, I'll need a map of the cemetery, I feel too immature to lose the wisdom my mother is passing on to me.  I need her still, I'm becoming her, like i said i would NEVER do, and I'm grateful for that.  To pass on my mothers wisdom, characteristics, charm, smarts.  How do you comfort a friend who has lost a mother or father?  There are no words of wisdom or acts of kindness that can mend that broken heart.  But I am going to fix spicy pasta for her like she asked.    that will help her hungry tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day a friend had a baby and the same day we got a contract on our house.  Talk about mixed emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to The Girlie Show,  It was so HUGE compared to last year!  We had a great time.  We bought some art which is so great, not just the art but supporting the local crazy ladies who make the art!  So much fun, so many different types of people, which I LOVE to people watch!  It's my favorite past time.  What I really wanted we could not afford, but we did get an awesome painting of a Dachshund!  And he's fat like BEEMER!  We also, bought a painting for my aunt who helped us get our business started.  She'll freaking love it.  I LOVE it.  We went to the Izzle after that.  (Belle Isle)  That's our stomping grounds, we got there at 12:30, after our midnight extra large pizza we got from Pizza Zone. I like random pizza eatting, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Ben is taking me to Cafe Nova for dinner.  I lost his anniversary card.  I will have to stop after work and get another one!  BLAH.  He is worth it.  The extra 2.50 or however much cards are.  I'll let everyone know how the food is....and the mind blowing sex.&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; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;By Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 30 November, 2004&lt;br /&gt;3:16 PM &lt;br /&gt;6 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 28, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Larry LaPrise&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt sent me this email, too funny not to share.  she's a nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in and then the trouble started.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shut up. You know it's funny.  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Colors&lt;br /&gt;By Amos Lee&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 28 June, 2005&lt;br /&gt;2:54 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 26, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story!&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities&lt;br /&gt;It comes out today!  9.26.2005!!!  We are buying it and can't wait to watch it! &lt;br /&gt; Currently watching:&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy Presents Stewie Griffin - The Untold Story&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 27 September, 2005&lt;br /&gt;2:26 PM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q*Bert&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday during class, I was talking to a girl about our assignment.  I said it reminded me of Q*Bert and she looked at me and said, "What the hell is Q*Bert?".  I then realized that I am so much older than her and much better off I am for playing Q*Bert as a child.  Not really, but I am way older.  I explained to her the game.  The pyramid boxes you had to jump on and turn different colors and to keep away from the snake thing and the other little critters and about the flying disc that will take you back to the top of the pyramid.  She seemed not interested at all while I sat and explained the joys of the cute orange jumping alien thingy named Q*Bert.  She didnt' care one bit.  But I guess if someone who was older than me talking about D&amp;D I wouldn't care either,  these two games share nothing , but that is all i could come up with.  It just made me step back and think how different generations are, the things we share and things that are all ours, and NO ONE elses.  I'm printing off the history of Q*Bert and giving it to her tonight, I bet she thinks I'm a bit looney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;10:10 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 20, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;damnit Tom&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing some maintenance on the mail certain users. You can take this opportunity to leave your friend a swell comment while we work on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shit is pissing me off!  :)  I have messages to send and friend requests to see!  LET ME MYSPACE!   This is bad.  I should not care and should just sign off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary Machine&lt;br /&gt;By Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 04 October, 2005&lt;br /&gt;11:34 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 13, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OPEN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;It's official!  The house is on the market and ready to be SOLD!  We are holding an open house Sunday, the 18th from 2 - 4.  Everyone needs to come and see!!!&lt;br /&gt;8:24 AM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 12, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;about me:&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  contemplative&lt;br /&gt;Category: Blogging&lt;br /&gt;When I first was turned onto Myspace, I thought HOW COOL.  Then i realized how UNCOOL I was.  I read everyones bios, interests and shit.  Then I made up my own, focusing on being as cool as the other cool people.  Listing all the cool oldschool movies, bands, tv shows ect.  I read blogs and tried to be as funny and as clever.  That's just not me, when will I be comfortable with who I am?  When do I start just focusing on me and my life and stop worrying about other people and what they think of me?  This has always been an issue for me, I'm constantly worried about so and so and if their feelings might get hurt.  I'm never the one to decide on the restaraunt or the bar, b/c, well, I'm easy to please and want to please others.  For instance, this weekend was Oktoberfest at Old Germany in Choctaw, my hometown.  I wanted to go.  Ben has been busy with the house, so that was a no go, my other friends dont' leave a 3 mile radius from our street, and my other friends just don't want to go period.  I questioned going by myself.  I would know everyone there, but it's not the same, plus I'd have to explain where Ben was to everyone and why I suck so bad, that none of my friends would join me.  Plus, people in Choctaw might start some sort of rumor about my marriage being bad or something.  So I had a good weekend, except for I'm bummed about not going to Oktoberfest.  This blog didn't turn out how I expected it to. &lt;br /&gt; Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;Lucky : A Memoir&lt;br /&gt;By Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;Release date: September, 2002&lt;br /&gt;9:49 AM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 7, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;National Geographic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/feature5/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the scariest thing ever.  ever.  i swear the government can move mountains too and cause hurricanes, and destroy the earth.&lt;br /&gt;12:57 PM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;September 2, 2005 • Friday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT!&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  nauseated&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather manipulation research reaches a new height – guiding cyclones to a specific target&lt;br /&gt;India Daily Technology Team&lt;br /&gt;Jul. 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new buzz word among weather manipulators is guiding a storm after it is formed. The technology of guiding storms after it is formed uses electromagnetic force fields created around the center if the eye of the storm or cyclone or Typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new cyclone and typhoon season is starting worldwide. Different country’s weather bureaus have started predicting typhoons and cyclones all over the world. However, some weather scientists strongly believe that there will be covert attempts by different nations to create cyclone as an experiment and also attempts to control them artificially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most modern method of artificial weather manipulation involve artificial ionization of earth’s atmosphere between 15,000 and 30,000 ft. and above. Manipulating the ionosphere and use of controlled solar-terrestrial interactions can create much larger effects. Scientists are realizing that the earth’s weather is controlled by Sun's natural Electromagnetic Radiation reaching the earth. The Sun’s Radiations and Ultraviolet Rays have to cross the ionosphere to reach the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are early indications that the solar radiations and flares are directly responsible for planetary weather changes. And Solar flares and levels of radiations are caused by bombardment of cosmic rays on the Sun from either a distant massive black hole or a star-cluster caused by the collapse of thousands and thousands of stars in a small space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer models obviously focused on the ionosphere, which acts as a filter for the solar radiations to reach the earth. If one can manipulate and control the filter, it becomes a potential source of massive weather modification. That is what the computer simulation models found. Controlling the ionosphere potentially allows weather control. The algorithmic variation of ionosphere can create the magic in a massive scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many methods of controlling the ionosphere. It is the process of artificially manipulating ion density in the ionosphere. High power transmitter and antenna array operating in the HF(High Frequency) range is one of the methods. There are lots of literature on that in the Internet and declassified scientific research journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the recent trend is in using super conductors in space satellites to generate intense high intensity electromagnetic flux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts are predicting that this season, the high intensity electromagnetic flux will be used to generate far more violent weather patterns. Interestingly. Counter measures are in place too. Something called reverse electromagnetic flux can neutralize the adverse violent weather pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countries have studied last year weather manipulation patterns and unpredictable weather sequences. These countries (??) are ready this year with appropriate counter measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2004-2005, Indiadaily.com. 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Saturday night at NOVA.  Dinner at Musashi's with friends and family.  Ben went out of town yesterday morning, that sucked, but my wonderful girlfriends, and some guys too, came over last night to a very dirty house and made me dinner!  Nicci made her famous enchiladas.  Jamie made 7 layer dip, but really only had like 3 layers, but  SO GOOD!  We made some TGIFriday taquito things that were dope, after everyone left, i ate a few with the seven layer dip on them, it was sooo gooood.  I had a bit too much to drink and smoke, but that is fine by me.  I enjoyed every minute of it.  My friends made it very special for me, as always.  Even the new ones, that I already adore, made it so much brighter and more memorable.  I can't believe I'm in my LATE 20's.  Jamie and I looked at each other in fear after we realized we'd been friends for 15 years.  15 YEARS FOLKS!  Wow.  I have and aunt who shares my birthday or I guess I share hers.  She turned the big 5-0.  We had drinks at Nova yesterday for happy hour.  My CRAZY ass family in Nova.  What an experience that was. My aunt has two daughters, one lives here, the other in Alaska.  Well, she got the biggest surprise ever when she saw BOTH her daughters.  Tears, laughter, more tears.  She had NO clue the daughter from Alaska was in Oklahoma to help make her 50th bday the best ever!  It was an amazing moment that I'm glad I got to be a part of, everyone was crying at the table.  It was awesome.  I hope everyones birthdays can be as special as mine was and always is.  THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me&lt;br /&gt;By The Muffs&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 20 May, 1997&lt;br /&gt;9:26 AM &lt;br /&gt;3 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;March 1, 2006 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ash Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!  Another year to say NO to bad things for you.  This is a time to cleanse your body, mind, and soul.  Today is Ash Wednesday, and for that it means the beginning of Lent!  40 days and nights of giving up red meat, and other substances.  For me I normally give up soda, really it's only b/c it's the easiest one for me, I know I can do it.  Others such as alcohol and smokes, wellllll. (i only smoke when i have a drink, btw)   I know it'll be harder to turn my back on it, so I'm less likely to choose that, but I always want to!  Lame I know.  Honestly, it's only a short amount of time, anyone can do it!  I mean that too!  Also, during Lent you can give up other bad habits, such as judging people, gossiping, things like that.  Even better you can DO good things.  Give a little extra in the basket at church, go through your clothes and go to Goodwill, open doors for people at the grocery store!  Small things like SMILING!!!!!  EVERYONE LOVES TO GET A SMILE.  Let someone cut in front of you on the highway stuff like that.  So for me, for Lent, I'm giving up soda, of course.  Red meat on Fridays, more if I can.  Maybe not OVER EAT!  HELLO!  I mean it is bikini season soon, so that's helping with more than one cause!  :)  wow.  OH, one more!  BE LESS LAZY!  I'm a sloth, and I need to stop that.  Whew.  I know I can do it.  I know I can.  And hopefully even after Lent, I'll continue being less lazy, helping people, and smiling more.  (notice i didn't mention drinking, i do LOVE a cold beer or nice bottle of Boones.  TEASING!)  So what are you giving up or taking up????? &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;The Libertines&lt;br /&gt;By The Libertines&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 31 August, 2004&lt;br /&gt;10:10 AM &lt;br /&gt;5 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;3 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;January 26, 2006 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on a girlfriends blog, I stole it.  I stole it b/c I think it's nice to hear that you CAN let things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who can walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from you: let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to try to talk another person into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible said that, they came out from us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it might be made manifest that they were not for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leave you because they are not joined to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means that their part in the story is over. And you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual&lt;br /&gt;gift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are hlding on to past hurts and pains .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see your worth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talents ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you to a new level in Him......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationship.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help themselves......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a particular situation that you are so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to handling yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God is saying "take your hands off of it,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you need to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Coyote Ugly (2000 Film)&lt;br /&gt;By Various Artists - Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 01 August, 2000&lt;br /&gt;4:17 PM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;January 22, 2006 • Sunday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Salon W&lt;br /&gt;Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  What a crazy couple of months it's been!  Who knew in such a short period of time we go from our normal life to being co-owners to a SALON!  By the way, we have NO experience in this field, and we are diving into this head first with no helmet.  Or any other safety features.  Goggles would be good.  Anyway, things for the most part are really going smooth.  Some setbacks include a delay on the signage out front and our stylist chairs, and other knit picky things like building stuff we can't do by ouselves and tile work.  I must say I am totally impressed by what Ben and Luke have learned and accomplished on their own.  The space is really coming together, today we got the majority of the remaining lights hung thanks to my WONDERFUL brother Kyle, and we can't forget Amber's dad Barry for spending an amazing amount of sweat equity up there as well.  We are truly blessed by all the support our familes and friends have given us.  I just wished I could be more involved!  I want to be more helpful and not just with my thoughts and ideas on where things should go or  what fixtures to hang.  Now we have to get the place full of fantastic stylist and it's been hard.  Well, not too hard but harder than I thought.  There are so many small details that we keep discovering too!  I never thought about soap dispensers or where to buy towels from!  Hopefully soon our nights working there until 10 or 11 will be OVER!  All of us are mentally and physically drained and we only keep going and going b/c of the huge differences we make each night/weekend.  I can't wait until Febuary 7th, when we can open our doors and have our first clients come in and hopefully be thrilled with our service and wonderful staff.  It's going to be GREAT!  I can't wait for everyone to stop by and see it!  When we get a date for our Open House/ Grand Opening party I'll be sure to let everyone know! &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;br /&gt;By Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 15 April, 2003&lt;br /&gt;6:05 PM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;4 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;November 23, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ninja's final day&lt;br /&gt;the ninja put her two weeks notice in, and immediatley the retaliation began, stares and snide remarks persist.  the final day came and the ninja came to work.  no one offered her lunch, no one said anything to her all day long!  Until she heard a HHHIIIEEEEYYYAAAHHHHH!!! and all the sudden the ninja co-workers come from every angle, kickchopping and stabbing!  KICKCHOP! KICKCHOP! KICKCHOP!  the co workers were in a dog pile in the entrance.  a customer came and she had to take care of him, then the phone rang and she had to answer that too.  while she was doing her best customer service voice to the old hag on the phone, the supervisor ninja came up from behind to attack! she was ready for this, so she put the call on hold and used the staple remover to remove her supervisors eyeballs!  she threw them down the hall, only after stabbing them with paperclips!  she resumed her phone call and afterwards made an announcement over the speaker phone, "HIIIIIIYYYYEEEEEEAHHHHH!" then she turned off her computer, turned off the phone, turned off the lights and then left the building forever.&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Karate&lt;br /&gt;By 2 Skinnee J's&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 08 April, 2003&lt;br /&gt;1:48 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We got tickets!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I waited in line in the cold for Coldplay/Fiona Apple tickets.  It was worth the wait!  We got section 4 on the floor, second row.  It's going to be GREAT!  WOOT!&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Tidal&lt;br /&gt;By Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 23 July, 1996&lt;br /&gt;8:54 AM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coldplay anyone???&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there who wants to pony up the money for floor seats and anyone who wants to go to the box office early and get the best seats ever?  I really really really want to see Fiona and Coldplay up close! &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, Pt. 2&lt;br /&gt;By Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 27 April, 2004&lt;br /&gt;3:12 PM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;November 14, 2005 • Monday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gave my supervisor my two weeks notice today!  WOOT!  I'm starting my new job the 28th, at The Oklahoman!  I'm going to be busy all day long and I can't wait!  I've been needing a big change and this is just what I need, new job, I'll get to meet and make new friends.  I'll be responsible for a lot more stuff and the best part is I'll be making more mula!  That's nice!  It will be sad leaving Harry Mortgage, it's been a great company to work for.  The hardest part was telling Amber and Luke that I'm quitting, but they totally understand and are happy for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Gwen Stefani concert was so much fun!  The Black Eyed Peas rocked too, lots of break dancers on stage and a tons of crazy funny people to stare at!  Fun fun. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Business&lt;br /&gt;By Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 07 June, 2005&lt;br /&gt;4:41 PM &lt;br /&gt;4 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;6 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;November 3, 2005 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  blah&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody!  It's been a while since I've actually written anything good.  As of lately I haven't had anything GOOD to write about, until recently.  This Halloween weekend was full of exciting events.  Starting with our dogs costume party the Thursday before Halloween.  Yes, dogs costume party.  We got jipped, spelling anyone???, on the costume contest.  Bentley was a skeleton that glows in the dark and Beemer, well, he was the........GREAT WHITE SHARK!!!!  (jaw theme starts playing)  He had the best costume out of all the dogs, seriously and he didn't even get 2nd or 3rd place.  Next year I guess.  They played games too and even had doggy treat bags on the way out the door.  We got a lot of slack from our friends and family, for dressing our dogs up, but SCREW EM!  We don't make fun of you for having a handle bar mustache or a man that lives in a RV in your front yard.  Well, we do, but not to their faces.  (love you guys!)  After our dog party we went across the street to our friends house and carved pumpkins ate pizza and drank a few cold ones.  We told a friend to meet us over there, but never told her the exact house, so she sat in our driveway for a while then went home.    Sorry!  Friday, I took off work!  WOOT!  Meleia came to town so we hung out, got our nails did that type of thing.  Happy hour at Louie's.  CHEESFRIES!  which were actually a disapointment b/c they had no bacon or chives on them!  Later that night we all went to a house party in MWC.  Got wasted went home.  Saturday night, this is where it gets good.  Ben and I are not really wanting to go out b/c we went out the night before, but it's our friends 30th bday party so we must go!  Her party was at Pearls, we got there late so we just ordered drinks.  Appletinis for me and vodka and sprite for ben.  I also ate the leftover shrimp from April's dinner.  Ummmm...our friend, whom we picked up needs to "make and appearance" at a keg party at some co-workers house in Edmond.  Well, I didn't want to go, so I catch a ride with my girls and we go to Deepfork.  At this point I'm already ready to go home.  We get our drinks, make a lap and find the perfect "lets see who's here" spot.  I post up, remember already ready to go home, and my girls get shitty wasted, shitty. I previously talked to Ben and they were on their way to meet us.I party some more, not wanting to of course, but i'm forced from peer pressure. I call Ben, leave a voicemail.  I keep calling ben and it goes straight to voicemail.  I call Jeremy who is with him.  "WE'RE ON OUR WAY TO FREAKIN JAIL!  WE'RE GOING TO JAIL!"  "Jeremy, where is my husband?"  "IS MARK THERE???  MARK SHOULD BE THERE, GO LOOK FOR HIM."  "Jeremy, what happend? What is going on?"  "WE ARE FREAKING GOING TO JAIL!!!"  "Jeremy hand the phone to Ben."  I hear the phone being shuffled around, i hear them talking in the background, I hear ben put the phone to his ear and pause.  "i crashed the car."  Well instantly I'm thankful he's okay enough to talk to me.  He explains, in very few details, very vaguely what happend.  Something to do with hitting a curb, going too fast and that they are waiting for a wrecker.  well, the night comes to an end, the girls drive me home.  Ben is home, already changed into jeans and a tee and shoes.  Wasted, he wants me to take him to Taco Bell.  He passes out on the way there, barely gets out of the car to go inside and passes out in bed.  I eat my taco bell and go to bed in our guest bedroom.  the next morning we wake up, it's cold, grey and going to rain.  We drive to the car, by the Habana and it's all crooked in the street, the butt of the car is in the street, the front is by the curb.  We roll up and the window is down on the driver side, keys in the ignition, and not in park.  We trash bag the window w/ electrical tape and leave it for Monday morning so the car shop can get it in to start working on it.  Since ben left the keys in the car, on the ON position, we couldnt roll up the window hence the ghettoness of the trash bag and tape.  Also, b/c he left his keys there, he broke into our home that night to get inside.  I never really got the whole story until i kept asking and asking.  The road they were on, it was a detour road, under construction and i'll never know the whole story b/c Ben was too wasted to remember.  So, Jeremy, Mark, any info would be nice.  OH, one last thing.  The inside of our car is all red and sticky from your bitch drink Cosmopolitan.  Bitches.  Even though our car was royally fucked and it cost us over 1600 bucks to fix it, we're poor now by the way so any free food we'll take you up, even though that happend I'm glad no one was hurt.  No one went to jail.  I'm glad no one else was involved.  It's only a car, but the people inside, you can't always fix them.  Today is thursday, meleia is back in Manhattan, our car is back in our driveway and life goes on.  For ben it's going on b/c i let it.  I almost kickchopped his drunk head off saturday night. &lt;br /&gt; Currently watching:&lt;br /&gt;Crash (Widescreen Edition)&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 06 September, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2740640256115478355?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2740640256115478355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2740640256115478355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2740640256115478355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2740640256115478355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/continuation-of-old-bloggies.html' title='continuation of old bloggies'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5970914261499901403</id><published>2009-02-20T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:20:11.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>deleting myspace soon!</title><content type='html'>October 28, 2007 • Sunday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;victory song&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  worried&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you hear a song it pulsates through your body, hitting every nerve muscle, bone, every single cell.  it radiates in your brain and slips off your tongue and out your lips without even realizing it.  i tend to find these songs during parts of my life that i feel stress or am struggling though.  even if i'm not the one struggling.  i have friends that are right now and it makes me hurt for them.  who knew to check your neck?  not me.  one girlfriend has for some time now and has struggled about removing her thyroid.  she decided to do it, and found out it was cancer.  she has cancer.  it's hard to type, it's even harder to say out loud.  this woman is special to me.  to many others.  and i know she must be scared.  i am scared.  one of our other best friends had a scare about testicle cancer, he will be okay, it was a cyst, on his nut.  but it's not cancer.  he's sore from the surgery, but he's not sore from radiation/chemo.  sometimes you hear a song, and it turns something on inside you.  it makes you feel connected somehow to something/someone it reminds you of.  and that will last your lifetime, you hear a song, you think of someone, a moment, a smell.   i'm not sure how to talk to my friend about the cancer that has infected her body.  I want to tell her i'll fight it with her, i'll help kick it's ass.  and when we do we'll have a victory song.  i'm not sure why the song i hear makes me think of her, i think part of it is how i feel the emotion coming through the singers voice, "everythings gonna be alright"  that's the line.  i know it will be. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;As I Am&lt;br /&gt;By Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 13 November, 2007&lt;br /&gt;9:19 PM &lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;October 11, 2007 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma Centennial&lt;br /&gt;My close friends know my love for Oklahoma.  I have t-shirts, pins, buttons, necklaces, a kids place setting, stickers, licence plate cover, licence plate...soon, and a patch thing.  I LOVE Oklahoma.  We went to see the play when it came through on opening night, we're having a centennial party with our friends.  I'm planning on getting an Oklahoma themed tatoo.  It's nuts.  I'm nuts.  I'm so proud though.  I never waiver when someone asks me where I am from. I love to travel, but I'm positive that I will always come back home.  My family, my closest friends are here.  My memories are here.  My heart is here, in Oklaoma.  I lived in Dallas for a while, Houston too.  I haven't been many places, but I do know how great our state is.  I wish more people did too.    I'm proud of our music scene, i feel like we are getting some really good bands at some smaller venus.  Our restaraunts are fantastic, shopping could be better, no doubt, but i hear some stores are in the works.  We have a great future, i hope everyone stays here, not moving to other bigger cities, and enjoys it, shapes it, makes it brighter.  CELEBRATE OKLAHOMA!!!!  WOOT!&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma! Broadway (1979 Broadway Revival Cast)&lt;br /&gt;By Oscar Hammerstein II&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 25 October, 1990&lt;br /&gt;9:20 AM &lt;br /&gt;6 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;6 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 22, 2007 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;austin city limits???&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  okay&lt;br /&gt;so ben and i are discussing NOT going to ACL.  we bought tickets a few months back for fri. sat. and sunday festivities and now we are unsure if we can really afford it!  grrrr.  we really want to go, but are trying to be responsible.  grrr.  if we decide to sell them, does anyone have any suggestions where we should sell them???&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Austin City Limits Music Festival: 2005&lt;br /&gt;By Various Artists&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 20 June, 2006&lt;br /&gt;9:22 AM &lt;br /&gt;6 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;April 28, 2007 • Saturday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haiku for beemer's upcoming race&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:sweeeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch him run swiftly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparklepop the race is off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring sprung Beemer won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9:07 AM &lt;br /&gt;0 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;February 15, 2007 • Thursday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lily allen concert&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  good&lt;br /&gt;Category: Music&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!  so last friday, MFC and I were IMing back and forth as we usually do.  She tells me her friend got her two tickets to see lily allen at webster hall, but alas, MFC had NO friends to with her.  meh.  I tell her I would LOVE to join her, jokingly.  And then we started looking for tickets!  HA!  We found a cheap ticket that would fly out the next morning at 6AM and arriving at LGA at 11:52.  SWEEET!  I called ben and exlplained to him the importance of going.  (the week before i wanted to go and we both said "not now, we're remodeling our kitchen.")  I told him i found a cheap ticket.  had a place to stay.  cheap concert ticket.  it would be a cheap trip.  and it was.  the only thing i really bought was food.  lots of food.  and i have pictures to prove it.  i even went to H&amp;M and was having a fatty mcfatterson day.  so i just got some accessories, and some stuff for benny.  so, check out my pictures and i think i have a video of lily too!  woot!&lt;br /&gt;10:08 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;October 27, 2006 • Friday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;walk the walk, but can you talk the talk?&lt;br /&gt;Category: Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had this cd since it came out in 2000.  i just recently listened to it again, it's fabulous!  i'm going through a time in my life where i feel like i don't speak my mind.  i feel timid at times doing so, b/c i feel like i won't be able to back up what i say.  i'm the person who thinks about a conversation and i say to myself, I SHOULD HAVE SAID THIS!  after its too late.  therefore, i stay quiet most of the time.  i hate mis-speaking, saying the "wrong" thing.  well, i'm tired of feeling this way.  i want to say what i want with out regrets.  i want people to know what i REALLY think.  it's not always pleasing to others though, but i'm getting over that, slowly.  i'm starting to not care so much what people think of me.  it's tough.  i listen to this song though and for some reason it goes to the core of me.  i turn it up in the car and JAM.  i LOVE it.  LOVE.  that's why i'm sharing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo - ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother spent ten years sitting by a window&lt;br /&gt;Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;She listened as her dreams silently screamed&lt;br /&gt;They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear world I'm pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when you walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;You gotta back it all up can you talk the talk?&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when I hear the knock&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when my daddy died&lt;br /&gt;He had a sad sad story living in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when you walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;You can not measure out your life to the tick of a clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;Walk to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;When you walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;You gotta back it all up&lt;br /&gt;Can you talk the talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the knock&lt;br /&gt;You wanna measure out my life&lt;br /&gt;To the tick of a clock&lt;br /&gt;Hey every-, hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk the walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;Walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna laugh to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hang ten, hi, say pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;Fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy spent ten years living on the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;He thought that he would never get back, hey, get back&lt;br /&gt;Watched his dream walk across a silver screen&lt;br /&gt;And he was standing there when the theater went pitch black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear world I'm pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when I walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;I gotta back it all up can I talk the talk?&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when I hear the knock&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey every-,&lt;br /&gt;Hey every-,&lt;br /&gt;Hey every-,&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk the walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk, walk, walk&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk the walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;Walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Play to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hang ten, hi, say pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Screw up to the beat of my own drum&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dig it out of dirt and do it to my drum&lt;br /&gt;Scream shout&lt;br /&gt;Wipe out&lt;br /&gt;Win, lose, wipe out&lt;br /&gt;Saunter down my street&lt;br /&gt;Make love to my baby&lt;br /&gt;To my baby&lt;br /&gt;Make love to my baby&lt;br /&gt;To my baby, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father :&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful idea, but it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own drum, my own beat&lt;br /&gt;My own drum, my own beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke&lt;br /&gt;You think you've got it figured out and then you find that you don't&lt;br /&gt;So you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space&lt;br /&gt;You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you hear it is the beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, when you're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody when you walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;You gotta back it up, back it up, back it up, back it what?&lt;br /&gt;Say wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what you wanna?&lt;br /&gt;Say wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what you wanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody, hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody, hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter :&lt;br /&gt;There's someone knocking in the wall. Was it like an echo?&lt;br /&gt;Ba da pa pa...&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Haunted&lt;br /&gt;By Poe&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 31 October, 2000&lt;br /&gt;2:18 PM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2006 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;saying thanks&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  happy&lt;br /&gt;Category: Romance and Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're celebrating 4 years of marriage today.  i thought it was 5, but Ben said no. Then he made fun of me.  how awesome is that?  i gave ben a card this morning, and he said he would have mine at lunch.  how awesome is that!  he makes me laugh.  he makes me think too.  he's very interesting to me, still, after being together since 1999!  ben and i don't really talk during dinner.  we figured this out a couple years ago.  we thought it might be bad at first but then decided that it's okay b/c we like to eavesdrop on the people around us, therefore we need to be quiet.  it's so fun, being in love.  of course not every moment is pure bliss.  for instance, last halloween.  i went to dead mans ball with friends and he never showed up.  that's b/c he wrecked our car.  he was guilty of drinking frozen cosmos with our close friends. (yes frozen cosmos!) he decided to drive real fast after that and hit something and broke the axle.  i didn't talk to him for three days.  that story will always be awesome.  thanks ben!  i'm in love.  it's pretty easy.  i'm not sure if ben makes it easy for me, or if it's just easy b/c we're in love?  does that make since?  anyways, today, 4 years ago we had the most amazing wedding and the BEST reception EVER.  at least i think so. &lt;br /&gt; Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;Sinatra: Vegas (Box Set, 4CD/1DVD)&lt;br /&gt;By Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Release date: 07 November, 2006&lt;br /&gt;10:10 AM &lt;br /&gt;5 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;4 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;August 23, 2006 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;buzzard, bat and the bumble bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Buzzard, the Bat, &amp; the Bumble Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZARD:  If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner.  The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BAT:  The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place.  If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air.  Then, at once, it takes off like a flash. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BUMBLEBEE:   A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out.  It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom.  It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE:   In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up. Sorrow looks down, worry looks around, but hope always looks up. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Generously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care Deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak Kindly and look up ..&lt;br /&gt;8:51 AM &lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;(Add Comment) |&lt;br /&gt;0 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; Edit&lt;br /&gt; Remove&lt;br /&gt;June 14, 2006 • Wednesday &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The end of an era&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I took the purple people eater to the salvage yard today.  I wasn't sad until he said "i'll take her".  She's been a good car, my mom and I got her when the brown bomb finally bombed out.  I was 18 and this was the coolest car around.  It had racing stripes too, which made it way faster.  Lots of memories go along with this car.  It drove me, jamie and brady to Miami and back one spring.  Someone cut the air valve and scratched my car with it one night at White House.  I drove Kass home one night from Norman b/c her mom kept calling and screaming at me,  who knew she would ever go 120 down I-240!  I'm pretty sure jamie threw up out the window one night and I hate to admit it, but when I drove home with one eye open some nights, she got me home safe and sound.  The AC wasn't hooked up right when i first got her, so when i would make a right hand turn a big pile of slushy cold water would spill onto my feet.  Actually the AC didn't work so well for the most part, which is fine b/c i really like driving with the windows down and the sun roof open.  Jamie and I listened to our mixed tapes on the way to Stillwater.  Tons of memories.  Almost 10 years worth.  Here's to the '92 Honda Prelude!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i tried posting a pic on here, but didn't work, so it's my profile pic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5970914261499901403?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5970914261499901403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5970914261499901403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5970914261499901403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5970914261499901403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/deleting-myspace-soon.html' title='deleting myspace soon!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-857547539395214618</id><published>2009-02-12T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:14:13.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air!</title><content type='html'>today is a good day!  C slept until almost 9.  She just woke up and played in her crib by herself.  I got up and washed my face and put my contacts in got her up and started our day.  she had a sweet nap this morning, i had to actually wake her up!  she is so smiley when she wakes up i love it!  we were all ready to meet ben, his dad and his dads friend for lunch but last minute we didn't go b/c they changed locations on us, so ben came home and gary met his friend without us.  So we were all dressed up with no place to go!  UNTIL we went to pick up our JUMPEROO!  woot!  i found it on craigslist and picked it up!  kinda scary to go to someones house you don't know.  but she was super nice, just like me!  stay at home mom with 2 babies. she still had on her pj's!  i don't feel so bad now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week matt took dad, me, and kyle to the thunder game!  his boss gave him 4 tickets and they were great seats!  i'm not sure if i'll ever enjoy a game there now unless they are sweet seats. :)  we had a great time, the game was fun and we won!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought two books yesterday.  btw, yesterday was a bad day.  mom came and watched her in the evening, thank God, and ben and i went to dinner and to the grocery store!  grocery story minus baby = awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is saturday, i think ben and i will stay in???  mom offered to watch her.... mabye just a movie???  no dinner????  we'll see.  last year we just found out i was pregnant!  this year i'll have a cocktail!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight i'm going to Zumba!  traci invited me and i'm pumped!  can't wait to shake my thang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-857547539395214618?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/857547539395214618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=857547539395214618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/857547539395214618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/857547539395214618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7842313695731790191</id><published>2009-02-05T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:01:33.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im hungry</title><content type='html'>but my tummy keeps hurting after i finish eating.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight we tried feeding C rice cereal!  she attacked the spoon and it was hilarious.  she grabbed it, bit it, sucked it.  But she wasn't getting enough food fast enough she got pretty upset!  so cute.  so we tried it for a bit and then gave her her bottle!  gulp, gulp, GULP!  hungry baby.  tired baby.  today she had two great naps and then two non naps!  so i guess it evens out.  today was a great day.  we met our friends Jamie and Jaxson at the mall and shopped around some, ate and came back home.  Nicole stopped by to pick up some clothes that C has out grown, and tomorrow we are meeting Stella &amp; Jen!  woot!  and ben is off work too. double woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7842313695731790191?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7842313695731790191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7842313695731790191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7842313695731790191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7842313695731790191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-hungry.html' title='im hungry'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-9037312942087126445</id><published>2009-02-04T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:37:53.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOODE</title><content type='html'>i'd really like it if C would just lay down and fall asleep.  please.  please, please.    that would be way bomb.  also, any suggestions on new activities i can do with her??? She is tired of playing with her jungle gym friends, i feel like she needs new games or something.  she's bored, er, maybe i'm bored!  yeah that's it.  crap.  am i not supposed to admit that?????  well, i need ideas.  things we do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jungle gym on her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tummy time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumbo time with a book or stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boucy chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make silly faces at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing and dance around for her some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airplane on my shins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-9037312942087126445?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9037312942087126445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=9037312942087126445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/9037312942087126445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/9037312942087126445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/dooode.html' title='DOOODE'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-226033499465315704</id><published>2009-02-03T21:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:08:57.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been rough!</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie or sugar coat it the first three months of C's life has been rough.  I'm not saying I don't LOVE my baby, do i ever love her.  But what i'm saying is what i expected and what is reality is completely different!  The past 2 - 3 weeks i've been really struggling with thinking about supplementing formula some.  The guilt i feel/felt is enormous.  I think breastmilk is best for babies but my sanity and stress were going and gaining strength.  I broke down to ben one night, that was a relief in itself, b/c i was ashamed/scared to tell him how i'd been feeling.  These are some of the things i talked to him about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like she's not getting enough milk towards the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never really know how much she is getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a slave - she eats every two to 3 hours about 40 minutes each time! whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant be away from her very long unless i pump all day and then it's just one bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like feeding her in front of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel isolated if we do go somewhere and i go feed her in another room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of those are selfish reasons. but for me to remain sane i needed to quit pumping.  I do it once before bed and that's it now.  before i would pump one while she ate the other!  tiresome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her her first formula bottle on saturday.  i felt bad. at first.  now i feel awesome!  we are looking into organic formula too.  woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-226033499465315704?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/226033499465315704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=226033499465315704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/226033499465315704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/226033499465315704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-rough.html' title='it&apos;s been rough!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-787901242105916974</id><published>2009-01-29T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:58:38.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's bad</title><content type='html'>when half the time i feel like a bad mom.  when i don't want to kneel down and play, i don't want to read little lamb for the 18th time, when i don't want to change her diaper.  when all i want her to do is have a good nap.  i'm feel like a bad mom.... most days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-787901242105916974?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/787901242105916974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=787901242105916974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/787901242105916974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/787901242105916974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-bad.html' title='it&apos;s bad'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2178892068390438309</id><published>2009-01-28T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:08:09.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>maybe i'll do it.  um.  here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to show my love for you&lt;br /&gt;there is no best way to show you&lt;br /&gt;i believe that love&lt;br /&gt;that true love&lt;br /&gt;shows through no matter&lt;br /&gt;how loud the screaming&lt;br /&gt;how deafening the silence&lt;br /&gt;when you just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;when the one person you care about the most &lt;br /&gt;fills you with&lt;br /&gt;grief&lt;br /&gt;worries&lt;br /&gt;and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't really make sense. but i'm pretty sure i was really upset when i wrote it, and i'm guessing ben did something really dumb!  hahahahahaha!  there may be more ramblings in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2178892068390438309?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2178892068390438309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2178892068390438309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2178892068390438309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2178892068390438309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6325610125866652241</id><published>2009-01-28T22:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:02:47.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some old stuff</title><content type='html'>i used to write a lot, and i just wanted to share one with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, never mind.  i just re read that and now i'm embarrassed. haha!  maybe some other time when what i write is not retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6325610125866652241?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6325610125866652241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6325610125866652241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6325610125866652241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6325610125866652241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-old-stuff.html' title='some old stuff'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6016847656660352276</id><published>2009-01-26T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:01:31.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>january 26, 2009 = 3 months!</title><content type='html'>it's been three months already and i can hardly believe where the time has gone!  C is so tall and so strong and doing so many  things now it's just amazing to watch her grow and learn everyday.  we went yesterday to sears for her 3 month pics!  she was a bit fussy but they  turned out great!  the photographer was great too, she let me nurse her there and that was a big help on getting some great shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6016847656660352276?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6016847656660352276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6016847656660352276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6016847656660352276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6016847656660352276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-26-2009-3-months.html' title='january 26, 2009 = 3 months!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5182000194367950118</id><published>2009-01-21T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:18:44.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back at it!</title><content type='html'>today i went back to boot camp!  it felt great moving my body, but i'm sure not where i need to be.  being sick has really taken a toll on me and it showed this morning.  I'm slow!  probably the slowest.  but it's okay, i will get better!  also, today i saw a shooting star during our core.  I wished for a healthy family.  we've all been not 100% and it's wearing us down!  we just want to feel good again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5182000194367950118?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5182000194367950118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5182000194367950118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5182000194367950118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5182000194367950118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-at-it.html' title='back at it!'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5012157204835253256</id><published>2009-01-20T18:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:31:38.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsJh5lsqI/AAAAAAAAlbw/JW5DwZNmirY/s1600-h/DSCN0099.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsJh5lsqI/AAAAAAAAlbw/JW5DwZNmirY/s320/DSCN0099.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsJ7UN2nI/AAAAAAAAlb4/31vrdTV4sZY/s1600-h/DSCN0100.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsJ7UN2nI/AAAAAAAAlb4/31vrdTV4sZY/s320/DSCN0100.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsKLc9YpI/AAAAAAAAlcA/IfvA3N1phz8/s1600-h/DSCN0101.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsKLc9YpI/AAAAAAAAlcA/IfvA3N1phz8/s320/DSCN0101.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsKGKqHgI/AAAAAAAAlcI/zpfwLu9UiZA/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsKGKqHgI/AAAAAAAAlcI/zpfwLu9UiZA/s320/DSCN0102.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a test.  i just downloaded Picasa for my MAC!  woot!  i love picasa and not a huge fan iphoto.  so i saw a button that said something about blogging and this is what happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPSATE:&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure what pictures it was going to pull but it was what i left the cursor on earlier, well you know the last folder or whatever i clicked on, but it only did those and not all of them, thank goodness!  i'll leave them up b/c they are cute. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5012157204835253256?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5012157204835253256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5012157204835253256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5012157204835253256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5012157204835253256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/SXZsJh5lsqI/AAAAAAAAlbw/JW5DwZNmirY/s72-c/DSCN0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-3733398372086201088</id><published>2009-01-20T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:15:39.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Inauguration 2009</title><content type='html'>Today is the day.  Mr. Obama will be our new president.  I'm watching it on abc.  With Charlie, Diana, and George.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to go to Cuppies &amp; Joe today, if MFC ever calls me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-3733398372086201088?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3733398372086201088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=3733398372086201088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3733398372086201088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/3733398372086201088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/presidential-inauguration-2009.html' title='Presidential Inauguration 2009'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-1165866892091930025</id><published>2009-01-19T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:21:43.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the sick get sicker</title><content type='html'>well i'm bummed b/c last week i went to the doctor, and then i got worse!  and what's worse is that baby C caught a lil boogie nose from me too and a smidge of a cough.  I feel bad but we both went to the doctor today to take care of business!  I'm hoping my antibiotics will do the trick.  I really just the doc would say let nature runs it's course with C but he gave her some bubble gum medicine.  He did tell me however to wait a few days and see if the antibiotics she'll get through the breast milk will be enough.  I like him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dogs needs baths in a bad way.  and their teeth brushed.  and their nails clipped.  we're on a new budget and now we are trying to do all those things ourselves when normally they would just go to the vet and get groomed.  sorry Ralph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed the last 4 boot camps.  I feel like they think i'm making up excuses not to come, but i know what is right for me and my body.  plus i don't want to spread it around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben told me he had a nightmare last night that baby C was missing.  he said he went crazy in his dream looking for her, knocking over chairs and tables hunting for her.  at the end of the dream we found her with and older Asian lady who found her and was playing with her.  weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping to visit Cuppies &amp; Joe this week or weekend.  I'm craving a Neverland cuppie but all the recalls on peanut butter are making me want to try the Don.  (italian creme) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was off work today, and again on Friday!  I love weeks like this when he gets to spend the day with us.  It's so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-1165866892091930025?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1165866892091930025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=1165866892091930025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1165866892091930025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/1165866892091930025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-get-sicker.html' title='the sick get sicker'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6418989512386210265</id><published>2009-01-16T15:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:24:34.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>i think my mom wants to blog. how cool.  she is here and i'm showing her my bloggie.  i think she should do it.  it would give her some stress relief.  do it mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6418989512386210265?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6418989512386210265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6418989512386210265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6418989512386210265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6418989512386210265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7874637530180003849</id><published>2009-01-16T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:45:58.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>adapt and overcome</title><content type='html'>woohoo!  last night went great!  C ate about 8:30 asleep in her bed by 10 and didn't wake up until 4:45 to eat!  No paci trick!  she adapts quickly it seems.  then she slept until 8:30!  it was amazing, she must know her mom needs rest right now since i'm not feeling too hot lately.  We did our normal routine this morning, a face and hair wash in her tub over the kitchen sink. :)  now she is napping.  and i'm typing.  also, my mom is coming over after she gets off work today!  i really enjoy my time with my mom, and it's nice to have almost one on one time with her, typically it's the whole family which i love, but it's so nice to have her to myself too!  and baby C.  yay for friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7874637530180003849?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7874637530180003849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7874637530180003849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7874637530180003849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7874637530180003849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/adapt-and-overcome.html' title='adapt and overcome'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-5339370104402103277</id><published>2009-01-15T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:31:05.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping problems part dos</title><content type='html'>so last night C went down about 8 woke at 11:30 to eat so i fed her in our bed.  she woke again around 2 or 3ish and this time instead of the boob, she got the paci!  take that!  ben went in and gave it to her twice, the third time, i did it and i think she smelled the boobs b/c she started to really cry.  we agreed that we would wait a few minutes and voila....asleep!  it was awesome, she woke at her normal 4 to 5ish time to eat again and then back down til about 7:45.  I think i may try something i read today too.  It said for me to feed her one more time right before i go to bed about 10:30 or 11 while she is asleep, and not to wake her. This way she'll get a full belly and enough calories to make it through the night, hopefully. but i'm scared that i will wake her, but i'm also pretty sure that she would just fall back asleep.  so we'll see what we actually end up doing.    but also i would like to cut out the 4-5 o'clock feeding, i know she is getting enough to eat during the day to handle it, i think right now it's just out of routine that she keeps waking up, not b/c she's hungry.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i went to the doctor.  i gave him my list of ailments, i'll give it to you too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore/numb right heel&lt;br /&gt;numb right knee&lt;br /&gt;sore neck (from looking down during nursing, and from a violent cough attack)&lt;br /&gt;sore shoulder (from violent couch attack)&lt;br /&gt;congestion&lt;br /&gt;stopped up ears, hurt when i bend over, roll over and so on...&lt;br /&gt;upset tummy&lt;br /&gt;and a funny feeling in the back of my head with funny popping/crackling noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave me some probiotics&lt;br /&gt;told me to get some over the counter cream for my numb knee&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a RX for a nightly foot rub until i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  i love my new doctor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-5339370104402103277?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5339370104402103277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=5339370104402103277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5339370104402103277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/5339370104402103277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-problems-part-dos.html' title='sleeping problems part dos'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-6198688084287276154</id><published>2009-01-15T17:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:20:27.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>twittering</title><content type='html'>i just got on twitter. basically it's a site that allows your friends and family, whomever you choose to befriend to know what you are doing all day.  it's silly. but it's fun for a stay at home mom!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-6198688084287276154?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6198688084287276154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=6198688084287276154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6198688084287276154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/6198688084287276154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/twittering.html' title='twittering'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7741538183796641609</id><published>2009-01-14T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:18:47.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping problems???</title><content type='html'>well i think C is going through a growth spurt.  Instead of eating every 2.5 to 3 hours it's been every 2 hours on the dot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally she sleeps with her arms swaddled, it's sort of like a straight jacket for babies but she gets the most rest that way.  in return we get the most rest too.  last night we decided to try letting her arms free b/c soon she'll be too big for her straight jacket.  So we are trying to get her used to it.  Typically if she can't move her arms she'll sleep anywhere from 8ish to 1ish or 8ish to 4ish.  and then she'll go back down after the last feeding around 4 or 5 for another couple of hours.  Well, last night she went down about 9, woke up 12:30, 3:15, 5:45 and then woke up again at 7:15 but i couldn't feed her again until 7:45.  :(  I think maybe she ate too much over the course of the evening b/c she spit up some this morning and had a big burp too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben gets C when she wakes and brings her to me to eat.  i sit up with her in bed to feed her.  If i lay down i'll fall asleep with her on my boob and then she'll just use me as a pacifier until i wake up and realize.  So i sit up like a zombie and make sure she doesn't fall asleep either so she gets full.  This takes about 30 or 40 minutes each feeding.  so you can guess how tired i am today.  i had plans to meet a girlfriend for lunch but i'm just too tired.  plus i'm going back to the doctor today to see about my congestion, ears, left shoulder, right knee and heel, and the funny feeling i have in the back of my head occasionally.  :( i'm turning 30 this year and i'm already falling apart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone has any suggestions about Cecily learning to sleep with her arms out let me know.  i need some help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7741538183796641609?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7741538183796641609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7741538183796641609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7741538183796641609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7741538183796641609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-problems.html' title='sleeping problems???'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8199770413636385666</id><published>2009-01-13T16:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:49:46.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>well today is weird day for me.  not really an appetite.  kinda in a funk.  going back to the doctor tomorrow.  i can't get over my congestion and my ears have fluid in them.  my shoulder is sore and my knee is numb on one side.  and i can't forget the headache.  plus i feel like today i'm not doing much with C.  Like i used up all my sweet tricks and teachings and feel like she is bored with me.  she is not a fan of tummy time, and i'm worried her head will be flat.  beemer ate out of my mac and cheese bowl while i changed her and i got onto him.  so i feel bad for that.  he hid under her crib and couldn't get out.  poor guy.  and i feel like my insides aren't back where they should be yet.  it's weird feeling.  i need to get up and work out tomorrow but i'm trying to talk myself out of it.  Oh, and i think C is going through a growth spurt so she is eating every two hours instead of every 2 and half or 3.  which physically wears me out.  and i am sad i missed the golden globes.  well i'm sad i missed all the dresses and well dressed men.  I am looking forward to the next few days though.  Lunch with a friend tomorrow and another doctors visit.  Thursday C has a play date and Friday my mom is coming over after work to hang out.  it'll be so nice to spend time with just the 3 of us.  I talked to my gma and gmpa today.  that was nice.  but i did not put the laundry away it sits and stares at me from my kitchen table.  the mac and cheese pot is still on the stove drying up so it'll be tough to for me to clean it.  the dishwasher is waiting for me to open it and let the steam escape and towel dry all the tupperware on the top rack that never dries.  today is a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8199770413636385666?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8199770413636385666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8199770413636385666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8199770413636385666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8199770413636385666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-203241278217343461</id><published>2009-01-12T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:49:15.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>toast and jam</title><content type='html'>is my second breakfast today.  my first one was two natures valley granola bars and hot tea while i watched ben play with Cecily this morning after i got back from boot camp.  today we did exercises with a weighted ball, i think they are called medicine balls.  probably b/c you'll have to take some medicine after working out with them!  Since C has been born i feel as though i've been falling apart.  I have a numb right knee, half numb right heel, my left shoulder is tweaked and i can't get over my ears hurting and being congested.  bleh.  i really want to get healthy and i know boot camp will help me reach that goal.  I'm keeping a book of the foods i eat it's hard to write it in there after every meal, sometimes i forget and have to think back about what i ate that day.  i'm not really restricting what i eat right now since i have to have so many calories a day to keep my milk supply up.  i'll focus on my food more after Cecily stops nursing as much.  This weekend was great.  We went to bens parents house on saturday to help clean out their closets.  not just closets in their room, but the coat closet, office closet and spare room closet all stuffed full of OLD clothes.  It was a battle.  They want shirts to walk around the house in.  They want shirts just for the barn.  They want shirts just for working in.  They want shirts just for work. and on. and on.  WHEW!  We did a great job though. Up next is tackling all their other STUFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-203241278217343461?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/203241278217343461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=203241278217343461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/203241278217343461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/203241278217343461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/toast-and-jam.html' title='toast and jam'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2002988872804949075</id><published>2009-01-09T14:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:30:51.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>boot camp</title><content type='html'>I started working out again this past Wednesday.  I missed Monday b/c i was feeling ill, so i missed orientation and our PT test.  except for the mile run.  my first day our workout was Colonel Crunch.  An all abdominal workout.  I can't even do one sit up.  And crunches are hard for me too.  So if you can't do a sit up or hardly a crunch then what muscles do you use to try these?  your neck, at least that is what i did, not realizing it... but my neck meat is killing me! and the meat around my ribs is sore too, and we did our mile run thursday morning so my calves, thighs and hamstrings are all sore, even the spot behind your knees.  do you even have muscles back there???  i guess so.  I did my mile in 12:03 minutes. I tied an older lady for last place. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2002988872804949075?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2002988872804949075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2002988872804949075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2002988872804949075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2002988872804949075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/boot-camp.html' title='boot camp'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-4281643640151205901</id><published>2009-01-08T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:50:48.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things i want to try in 09</title><content type='html'>grow my own food.  i would like to grow tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, sweet potatoes, peppers, peas, and maybe edible flowers!  i have to do some research on flowers but i think it would be a good addition to the salad i'm going to eat from our lettuce that we grow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to raise some hens for fresh eggs. also i heard they are very lovable and are good pets!  supposedly you have to have an acre in okc to have 'livestock".  i say, it's better than a a dangerous pet that may bite you.  or others if it got out.  i do have two small dogs and they have gotten out a few times but they are not going to leave you with no flesh if they attack you. and if they did attack you it's because you probably deserved it.  (tree trimmers who left my fence open!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to try to pay off one or two of our debts.  this way i won't be disappointed when  we don't pay them ALL off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to try and be less "stuff" happy.  i want to be happy b/c i have a great family, friends and community.  i don't want things to control my level of happiness.  and i think sometimes it does.  it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less TV.  ouch.  this one hurts.  we have one in our room, i really want it gone but i like to watch the news in bed and Sunday Morning on sunday mornings! sooo we'll see about that, but less tv for sure.  with cecily i don't turn it on in the day very often but i do sometimes when she naps.  so that's good.  but i do like to dvr my shows and watch them that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set some goals. i normally don't do this ever.  but this year i want to set some for me and for our family and then post them so i see them everyday.  things to do and things NOT to do.  like succumb to all the "stuff" that makes me happy.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-4281643640151205901?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4281643640151205901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=4281643640151205901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4281643640151205901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/4281643640151205901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-want-to-try-in-09.html' title='things i want to try in 09'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-2169765005982684212</id><published>2008-12-19T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:05:00.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been so nice</title><content type='html'>this week!  C has been sleeping well at night, and been so good during the day.  Not saying she doesn't get fussy, b/c she is a baby, but only fussy for reasons like wet diaper, hunger pains, tired.  I'm grumpy too when i'm hungry and tired. im BORED.  :)&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how bored she gets with me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is watching C saturday night so we can attend amb and lu's Christmas party.  we have our bootcamp party tonight and our Feliz Navidad for our family on Sunday.  Last year i cooked Christmas Eve dinner at our place and bens family came over and my dad and gma and gmpa came too.  it was so nice to be able to do that, but this year, well i don't even my tree up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my cards out yesterday though.  whew!  no stocking hung, no tree, no nothin.  it's sad really but i'm hoping we can get a small live tree tomorrow and decorate the house some.  Even thought C won't remember or know what's going on i still would feel  bad if i didn't do ANYTHING.  i did buy her two gifts yesterday at target.  socks and a nightgown.  they have little horses on them and boots with spurs and pink cowgirl hats.  and the socks have a funny horse on the bottom of one pair and says cowgirl under it.  super cute.  i'll be the mom who buys underwear for gifts at christmas time!  hahahahahahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday amb and i went running around some.  we bought some sweet christmas sweaters for her party sat. night.  mines actually a fleece hoodie.  stopped by dfg to drop off a gift to our friends and then to the salon to drop off a check and blue 7.  it was nice. and dinner at their house too.  always good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-2169765005982684212?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2169765005982684212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=2169765005982684212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2169765005982684212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/2169765005982684212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-so-nice.html' title='it&apos;s been so nice'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-7323779568744714268</id><published>2008-12-18T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:04:11.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas music</title><content type='html'>i thought i lost my Christmas cd's for about a week.  Luckily they were tucked away in a place that i'm sure i said to myself, "i will not forget where these are."  C loves my music taste.  she sings and dances during music time.  Today for breakfast i had brownies.  that's right, plural, i had two brownies, and they were turtle brownies so they had walnuts and caramel in them.  why is that called a turtle brownie???  turtle.  that's a fun word to say.  My good friend Amb and I are going to make Christmas sweatshirts tonight or tomorrow for their annual christmas party.  it'll be fun, i think i'm going to use puff paint on mine, and some iron on letters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-7323779568744714268?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7323779568744714268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=7323779568744714268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7323779568744714268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/7323779568744714268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-music.html' title='Christmas music'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642633598730319686.post-8677806830810350809</id><published>2008-12-16T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:39:14.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, it's COLD outside</title><content type='html'>yeah, so cold.  so cold that i'm not getting out of my pj's cold b/c i would get too cold in between clothes. And i think Cecy is in hibernation.  She slept on my chest this morning from about 9 to 11:30, all snuggled up.  I got so snuggly too, that i fell asleep and drooled on the poor girls noggin.  thank goodness we wash it everyday.  even though i considered not doing it today b/c of the coldness that seeps into our house.  just now, beemer and bentley ran outside to chase a squirrel off and when they barked it, you could see their breath!!!  Also, normally C would wake up about now, but i believe b/c it's so cold and she is so warm, that she is staying asleep.  she went down for her nap about 12:30 and it's 2:38 as of right now.  typically she would wake up right on the dot, or before, and scream for some food.  she get grumpy when she gets hungry!  okay, so i think it's time for a hot cup of tea!!!!  or maybe some HOT CHOCOLATE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642633598730319686-8677806830810350809?l=sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8677806830810350809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642633598730319686&amp;postID=8677806830810350809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8677806830810350809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642633598730319686/posts/default/8677806830810350809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklepopmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='baby, it&apos;s COLD outside'/><author><name>adwsellers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701034019792285123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5U1MdrMFJ4/Si8hg0r8WHI/AAAAAAAAoRo/oNGXMwjXQ6M/S220/Photo+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
