<?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-21761932</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:40.329-05:00</updated><category term='cheapo depot'/><category term='ramblin women'/><title type='text'>Brando's Bloggins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7405894829884343991</id><published>2009-05-04T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:18:27.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me???</title><content type='html'>Well Rambling said that I needed to make a new post as it had been far too long, and he was tired of celebrating my birthday for the past 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy.  I mean BUSY.  I have subbed at least 13-14 days each month since January.  Now I know that is not alot for you guys that all work full time, but that is a lot for a part time job especially considering that school always seems to have a holiday, staffing, or teachers meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taking my earnings and planning a fine trip to Disney.  I am  very excited and I think that the kids and Rudy are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin has turned 5!! and my dear sweet Yuri has celebrated his 9th adoption day!!!  We have been so very blessed.  I won't bore you with storied of their intelligence and wit.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined Curves because I refuse to be a stuffed sausage in my clothes.  I am loosing the 15 lbs that found its way to my gut and my backside if I have to run a mile everyday and exercise for hours on end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been obsessed with all things Tudor, and I wish that these huge novels wouldn't weigh 10 tons. I find them difficult to manhandle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Rudy is FINALLY done with turn around and it has been wonderful to have him back home with us each evening.  He did recieve a promotion of sorts, and will be working in the office until the end of the year.  I am so greatful because it gets very hot in full garb out on the units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all... for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7405894829884343991?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7405894829884343991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7405894829884343991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7405894829884343991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7405894829884343991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember me???'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6312999038880594561</id><published>2009-01-27T11:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:58:08.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today it's my birthday.</title><content type='html'>All and all it has been a great b'day. 36... It is hard to imagine that I am 36. I always thought that late 30's were old, but I feel the same. It is kinda hard for me to comprehend that in 2 years I will be the same age as my mother was when Rudy and I married. She seemed so much older when I was 20 and she was 38. Time is a funny funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful Rudy has showered me with tons of nice gifts a new laptop ( that I have needed for a year, but was too cheap to buy), crown molding for our bedroom (after seeing the beautiful molding at Ragged's and Cynical's I asked for this as the bedroom has had nothing for 9 years and was in need of some molding), a Snuggie, and Inkheart the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children made beautiful cards that I will treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother blessed me yesterday with a new nephew and named him after me... William Austin Lee (Last Name). He is tiny pink and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother called at 6:30am from Afghanistan to wish me a happy b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragged &amp;amp; Cynical, and Needles &amp;amp; Pilot suprised me with Amazon cards. So new books here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nene &amp;amp; Papaw How send us money for a nice meal out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents purchased me several nice spring shirts for work... and I will be receiving my b'day dinner of meatloaf, fried potatos, and lima beans all my favorites soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and God gave us inches and inches of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I just had trees and horses for my farm my day would be complete. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so blessed with great friends and family. Thank you for all the birthday wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6312999038880594561?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6312999038880594561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6312999038880594561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6312999038880594561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6312999038880594561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-its-my-birthday.html' title='Today it&apos;s my birthday.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2213235333928738492</id><published>2009-01-08T11:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:33:26.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Picture Fun</title><content type='html'>I saw that &lt;a href="http://farmwife7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farmwife&lt;/a&gt; did this and it looked like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the 4th picture folder on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the 4th picture in that folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 4 more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went to my pics and this was 4 &amp;amp; 4 &amp;amp; 4. This was 2004 and then the 4th file in 2004 and then the 4th pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our dear, dear Coan and Yuri in the playhouse. Coan was the best dog ever and had to be put to sleep in 2005 because he was full of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a sunny day. He and Yuri were loving each other up in the playhouse. I can't believe how big my baby has gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288980694648788498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWY762hwlhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WM7ow1Dgwm0/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do this because I am not sure I have 4 readers. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After some checking I saw that I messed this up... no suprise there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the pic that I should have posted.  I am not sure if this is Pilot and Needles tent or if it was Ragged and Cynicals... all I know is that was one of the worst and best camping trips ever.  We had no power and no water.  Both of which are things I NEED.  We visited Mammoth Cave and saw beautiful sites.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also watched two Engineers take 4 hours to set up their tent in the pouring down rain.  I am sure that the 6 of use could have had in done with 2 people in about 10 minutes.    Ah... Memories. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWZGP4pJQOI/AAAAAAAAABk/TwJLREfGFxU/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992051110166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWZGP4pJQOI/AAAAAAAAABk/TwJLREfGFxU/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2213235333928738492?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2213235333928738492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2213235333928738492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2213235333928738492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2213235333928738492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2009/01/4th-picture.html' title='4th Picture Fun'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWY762hwlhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WM7ow1Dgwm0/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3031022465285584330</id><published>2009-01-04T21:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:31:45.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moe- cephus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWF57US3tcI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wn3aEO_ZiZA/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287641497476773314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWF57US3tcI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wn3aEO_ZiZA/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We added to our family today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is from the Humane Society from a larger town. We got him from Petsmart. I love Petsmart becuase the only sell aka adopt out Human Society animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They named him Moe. We tried about 100 other names and we went with Moe-cephus. We wanted a cat that would be good with the kids. They brought him in the room and sat him down, and he didn't run. He laid down and Yin &amp;amp; Yuri were on him like a bug on a monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now he is running around like he owns the place.  Yep, he is right at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWF5fp_oOQI/AAAAAAAAABM/oCQX2r16B1k/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287641022265309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWF5fp_oOQI/AAAAAAAAABM/oCQX2r16B1k/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3031022465285584330?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3031022465285584330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3031022465285584330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3031022465285584330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3031022465285584330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2009/01/moe-cephus.html' title='Moe- cephus'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/SWF57US3tcI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wn3aEO_ZiZA/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4573007164072430013</id><published>2008-12-31T14:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:18:01.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51584FUM-CL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51584FUM-CL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my Wonderful BIL and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; aka... Pilot and Needles I bought myself something that I had been wanting, but not really wanting to buy for myself. I bought this little beauty from Amazon. Here is where I wish I knew how to hide this link with the word Amazon, but alas I am computer challenged. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Its-All-Too-Much-Living/dp/0743292650/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1230755760&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Rudy is Da bomb he showed me how.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't wait to get it, and I realize that I am a geek for liking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; books, but it is going to be a new year soon, and I want to live with less, and have more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4573007164072430013?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4573007164072430013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4573007164072430013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4573007164072430013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4573007164072430013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-too-much.html' title='It&apos;s all too Much'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3024246706643316144</id><published>2008-12-28T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:41:50.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning High?</title><content type='html'>I am on a cleaning high... or was I high to think that I could clean this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a smaller home.  I really love our little house, but with two kids that have endless, and I mean endless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amounts&lt;/span&gt; of toys, clothes, books... well you name it and they have it, as a result we are busting at the seams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We, aka, I decided to do the great room swap of 2008.  We have a small bedroom right off the living room that has always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yin's&lt;/span&gt; room since her arrival.  We decided we would make that our bedroom.  Really a bed, dress, TV &amp;amp; fan and we are good to go.  Mind you this room was lime green and pink so... it needed a paint job.  Three hours, and viola a beautiful room the same color as the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked the kids if they wanted their own rooms or share.  They are 9 &amp;amp; 4, and boy &amp;amp; girl, but they opted to share for now.  So we moved both their beds into Yuri's old room one side is Star Wars, and one side is pink Princess Ponies.  Hey, it works for them.   I don't need anyone to tell me that them sharing a room is emotionally scarring them.  I shared a room with one of my brothers until high school, and I am normal.  I think?   Anyway, it won't be forever, but now they are enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making our old bedroom the playroom/computer room.  It is big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to house the mess, and then when it is trashed I can shut the door never to see the mess again.  :)  Right.  Anyway we have cleaned out 4 huge bags of trash and are working on number 5.  I currently have 8 boxes and 2 bags for the consignment store or a garage sale, and 2 bags for goodwill.  I still have the organize the play room and sort two of three closets, but they 4 main rooms are clean and neat as a pin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are taking the entire day off from the project we are heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;E'ville&lt;/span&gt;, and taking the kids to play at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese, we don't eat there but we like to play.  We are NOT going to be dragging home any junk.  Maybe, some food from Sam's but really we have no need for anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some before and after photos soon.  I am not sure if I have any before one's of Yuri's room, but the after looks nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3024246706643316144?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3024246706643316144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3024246706643316144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3024246706643316144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3024246706643316144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/12/cleaning-high.html' title='Cleaning High?'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8034188483458928516</id><published>2008-12-12T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:40:21.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Sub Machine</title><content type='html'>Okay... I don't think that was exactly the right lyrics, but...I have been very busy subbing at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really, really enjoy it. Last week was in the Junior High. I was 7th grade English two days, and 7th Math one day. I loved the Math so very much, and my brain felt smarter just exercising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I was third in the Am, and in the afternoon I was Yuri's teacher. It was odd in a funny way. He said Mommy, Mrs Mommy, Mrs Our Last Name... What am I supposed to call you? I said Mrs Our Last Name. There is a boy that is Special needs in his class and he said at least 30 times. Yuri you mom is the teacher. Your mom is the teacher. It was funny. He just could not get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really enjoy subbing, and was very excited to get my first check!! Next week is the Christmas program for both Yin and Yuri- they are at separate schools so it should I will be busy. Rudy will not be able to go because... well his work is a PITA about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be on vacation starting the 19th, and we are heading to his parents house for 4 days. I am sure that the kids will have a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more odd observation- in all of the the junior high class at least 40% did not have pencils and paper? What the heck? I could not even imagine going to class without a pencil and paper. I asked the teachers if it was just a joke on the sub, and they said, no. I was just floored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8034188483458928516?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8034188483458928516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8034188483458928516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8034188483458928516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8034188483458928516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-sub-machine.html' title='I am a Sub Machine'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5979200022096332385</id><published>2008-11-13T21:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:13:55.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a REALLY good laugh!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I will admit it. I am evil. Not Kenny vs Spenny evil, but evil in my own little way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stopped at the local IGA and got some chocolate covered Long Johns. So I was enjoying my Long John when a big amount of the icing blopped on my hand. So... my evil plan was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the bathroom as my Dear Sweet Unsuspecting Rudy was in the shower. I made some noises like Oh, My STOMACH.... OH... Then I said Oh no!!!!! To which Rudy looks out of the shower to check on me. I had taken some toilet paper and smeared the chocolate everywhere. It did look bad. His face went stark white. and wrinkled with disgust. I started giggling. He said YOU ARE GROSS!! I was laughing hysterically then as he was looking at me and I licked my fingers, and then I explained that it was icing. To bad I could not have licked my fingers earlier that WOULD have been the biggest gross out ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes, I am evil. I am also afraid of the payback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5979200022096332385?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5979200022096332385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5979200022096332385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5979200022096332385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5979200022096332385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-really-good-luagh.html' title='Need a REALLY good laugh!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7591402308528804088</id><published>2008-10-29T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:10:26.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship</title><content type='html'>Well it has come to that point in every kids life when they need to censor.... the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you, many of you, one of you... might remember that when Yin was a baby I would sing "I wanna kiss you all over, and over again..."  Well finally she learned the words and I get great joy when she sings in her little high pitched voice "'Til the night closes in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at Pre-K, they asked the kids their phone numbers to which Yin proudly replied 867-5309.  What? It is a catchy tune.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the end all be all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. M. her other pre-k teacher bent down to hug a child to which Rudy's child... Not mine said "I see London, I see France, I see Mrs. M's underpants."   Yes, I had been telling her that at home.  I thought it would be a cute way to tell Yin that I see her panties showing.  Well Mrs. M. thought that it was hysterical.   I was mortified to which I wanted to reply I will have a talk with Rudy about what he is teaching this kid.   Then I drug her as quickly to the car as possible with all the parents giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye! So Censorship, I am voting for you this election year.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7591402308528804088?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7591402308528804088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7591402308528804088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7591402308528804088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7591402308528804088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/10/censorship.html' title='Censorship'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-488178420761073981</id><published>2008-10-09T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:36:59.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the 4th Grade</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a difference a year makes.  Yuri is in the 4th grade, and the amount of homework is astounding.  He is a very good study.  I don't want to say straight A becuase I don't want that pressure on him, but that would be a correct term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year everything has to be in cursive, spelled correctly, in complete sentences, and with correct puncuation or it is wrong.  Yuri really needs to remember a period at the end of a sentence becuase even if the answer is completely correct it is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are dealing with at least 1.5 hours every single night. Plus 10 pages of independent reading.   It has gone down a bit at the beginning of the year it was 2 hours.  I am a person that COMPLETELY supports the teacher.  I figure they are the adult my child is a child so in trouble at school in trouble at home.  I am really struggling because I feel that this is very excessive some of the questions that are on the papers remind me of stuff from High School.  No Lie.  Rudy and I are at our wits end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will be hashing this out with the teacher soon, and I am not sure how to approach the problem.  I want to support the teacher, but the work is ridiculous and excessive.  Pray for us.  Braden is probably the top student in the class, and we are stuggling so I am sure that other kids are too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last Science test Braden got a 91.  There were three C's and the rest F's.   I hope we make it through this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-488178420761073981?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/488178420761073981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=488178420761073981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/488178420761073981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/488178420761073981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-in-4th-grade.html' title='Back in the 4th Grade'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1453752112398195727</id><published>2008-09-18T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:56:43.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Years...</title><content type='html'>That is how many years ago I married my Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Rudy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our song...  Yeah we are old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVeSm1pvciU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVeSm1pvciU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is a mini version of the&lt;em&gt; The Vanishing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1453752112398195727?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1453752112398195727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1453752112398195727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1453752112398195727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1453752112398195727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/15-years.html' title='15 Years...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1730143516196928050</id><published>2008-09-05T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:07:23.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My son the gymnast and more</title><content type='html'>Yuri has expressed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; in taking tumbling-gymnastics.  So we checked into it and got him enrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a Natural gymnast.  The teacher was a little worried that he would be behind since it started about 6 weeks ago, but he is good.  He has great form.  I love that he has found something that he likes and is good at naturally that makes it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is in full swin for both of the kiddos.  The amount of homework Yuri has is over.whelm.ing&lt;br /&gt;I think that 2- 2.5 hours each night is crazy.  He is doing some beginning algebra of course he doesn't know that is what it is, but I don't remember doing these things until 7th grade, and he is in the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin loves school.  She is doing well also.  There was some debate about her name at the beginning of the year.  I realize that YES my kids name is 10 letters and a hyphen, but that is her name. Yes, I want her to learn to write it.  Do I mind if people shorten it and call her just the first part.  No, but please teach her to write it all.   She really enjoys riding the bus.  It is so sweet to see her little 4 year old body get on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently getting my teaching certificate to sub.  at the schools.  It will fit nicely into my schedule and the kids, and will hopefully bring in some Christmas funds.  Yin will have to go to daycare 1/2 a day when I work, but I will be off when they are off.  That is important to me.  I can work as much or as little as I want.  So I won't feel overwhelmed by work and home.  I really enjoyed when I worked 16-20 hours a week.  It was nice to have so me time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1730143516196928050?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1730143516196928050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1730143516196928050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1730143516196928050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1730143516196928050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-son-gymnast-and-more.html' title='My son the gymnast and more'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5902441502798965105</id><published>2008-08-21T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:37:21.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a trip with my Baby.</title><content type='html'>ALONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWBMgc7laXc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;hint&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses?   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be gone Monday-Friday in September just a fews days shy of our 15th anniversary.  Nene &amp;amp; Papa How have agreed to watch the kiddos.  They have no idea what they are in for, so pray for them.  Hopefully, Kunkle Pilot can help Yuri with his homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5902441502798965105?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5902441502798965105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5902441502798965105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5902441502798965105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5902441502798965105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-on-trip-with-my-baby.html' title='Going on a trip with my Baby.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-9085772704147337730</id><published>2008-08-20T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:18:33.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/Picture004-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/Picture004-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yins&lt;/span&gt; first day of pre-school. She loved it, but was VERY upset when we picked her up. The bus ride from the school to my house was going to be 1 hour. Mind you it is 6 miles at the most. She cried and cried, and said that she could do it. It broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we let the school know that I would pick her up each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today she rode the bus to school. It was only 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. The route on the way home is totally different thus the LONG ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I picked her up today, and they had her in the bus line again!!! UGH!! SO ... more crying. I let the teacher know that she would NOT be riding the bus home. Please let them NOT put her in the bus line tomorrow. I plan to send a note, but still. Her little heart was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a little nervous... okay neurotic so I made her a laminated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; that had her full name her school, and her teacher on it. So that she would not get lost. :) She forgot it at school so I guess I will be making another tomorrow. I am not crazy? Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't answer that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh- and just so you don't think I am a horrible mother. Yuri's first day of school was last Friday. He is in the fourth grade and is doing great. His teacher is very organized and is trying to teach the kids to be also, and well... I love that. How can my baby be in the fourth grade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-9085772704147337730?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/9085772704147337730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=9085772704147337730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9085772704147337730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9085772704147337730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4177902742359580627</id><published>2008-08-18T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:12:35.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The egg count is...</title><content type='html'>6 white&lt;br /&gt;2 brown&lt;br /&gt;3 broken white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as good as the Medal count huh? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4177902742359580627?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4177902742359580627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4177902742359580627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4177902742359580627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4177902742359580627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/egg-count-is.html' title='The egg count is...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4312070856272812827</id><published>2008-08-16T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:42:09.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Chickens, and fun</title><content type='html'>Yuri started school on Friday.  My baby is in the 4th grade.   Yin will begin pre-K on Tuesday.  I don't know what I will do with myself having 3 hours each and everyday to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some chickens... and already and egg.  You will have to check out Rudy's Blog (sorry I don't know how to link it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how busy this summer was.  It seems that we just went on break, and not school is back in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was a great summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4312070856272812827?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4312070856272812827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4312070856272812827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4312070856272812827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4312070856272812827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-chickens-and-fun.html' title='School, Chickens, and fun'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3242355463937571968</id><published>2008-06-30T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:57:58.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I missed both of the kids b'day, but Happy Birthday to my sweet sweet Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have you.  You have given me two of the greatest gifts ever Joy and Understanding.   Joy that our kids will be going to bed, and understanding that you will be the one to put them there.    I LOVE YOU!!&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.  Happy Birthday to Pilot too!  You are the best BIL that I have.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3242355463937571968?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3242355463937571968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3242355463937571968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3242355463937571968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3242355463937571968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6315383100049883096</id><published>2008-06-21T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:50:21.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality or Quantity?</title><content type='html'>Well... it is the worst of the worst.  In life what do you pick quality or quantity when neither will see you to the New Year? Thank you for all your thoughts, prayers, and emails. We really need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6315383100049883096?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6315383100049883096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6315383100049883096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6315383100049883096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6315383100049883096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/06/quality-or-quantity.html' title='Quality or Quantity?'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5317581504378531174</id><published>2008-06-19T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:43:06.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for my family</title><content type='html'>We got horrible news yesterday about my Aunt.  My Grams is a mess, and well... Please pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5317581504378531174?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5317581504378531174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5317581504378531174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5317581504378531174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5317581504378531174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-pray-for-my-family.html' title='Please pray for my family'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5465977947720416115</id><published>2008-06-13T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:23:15.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling South</title><content type='html'>This weekend we are traveling to visit with Rudy's parents.  The kids are over the moon, and have only asked 27 times if it is time to go yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should find out in about an hour if Rudy gets to go with us. Last weekend during the storms the power was shut of to the entire refinary.  That is BAD! I am sure it will not help the gas prices.  It seems that it takes 2 power plants at all times to keep it going so that this can't happen.  Well one of the plants was getting hit really bad by storms contacted plant number 3 to come in and help.  Power plant 3 said.  We are ready, but .... they were not.  So when Power plant one shut off it came down aka all production stopped.  They had flames shooting out of the flare really really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy was called out immediately, and honestly we have not seen him since. He work 20 hours that first day in 24 hour period which is a no no, and I told him to come home after 16. It is just not safe.  He fell asleep on the way home and was off the road when he awoke.  Thankfully God was watching over him because we need him here with us.  ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home to us soon Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and due to the water issues.  I travelled with Yin and Yuri to the launry mat in the next county.  It wasn't too bad busy and HOT.  I don't think I sat down the entire time, but I got 8 loads of laundry done in 2 hours not to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right 8 loads.  That is for one week.  Holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin just asked 9 times in a row "what how many we go Nene's?"  I am guessing she want to know how many minutes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5465977947720416115?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5465977947720416115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5465977947720416115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5465977947720416115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5465977947720416115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/06/traveling-south.html' title='Traveling South'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5363194074601790376</id><published>2008-06-05T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:17:28.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for Baby H's family</title><content type='html'>We have been attending bible school this week at a local church.  Rudi and I used to attend this church for many years, and are still close to many of the people that go there.  Today we got a call that Bible school was canceled for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the families had a sweet little baby go and join Jesus today.  He was just a few months old.  Please keep Baby H's family in your prayers.  They are a young set of parents with another little girl at home that is only three or so.  I can't imagine the heartache they are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that my heart is broken for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5363194074601790376?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5363194074601790376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5363194074601790376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5363194074601790376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5363194074601790376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-pray-for-baby-hs-family.html' title='Please pray for Baby H&apos;s family'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3977468771953883788</id><published>2008-04-18T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:51:00.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Horses Go to Heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/IMG_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/IMG_0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope ours did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was 28. He was a good horse, and today he went to Heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP: Two-Days Long &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3977468771953883788?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3977468771953883788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3977468771953883788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3977468771953883788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3977468771953883788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-good-horses-go-heaven.html' title='All Good Horses Go to Heaven.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8114976023475599850</id><published>2008-04-18T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:35:51.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake, Shake, Shake...</title><content type='html'>Shake, Shake, Shake... Shake your House?  That is was we felt this morning.  Rudy was at work that goodness no damage there.  I thought that it was a tornado.  I grabbed up the kids and headed for the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really scary, but we are all fine.  It was located very near the Farmwife and her family. It was about 10-15 miles from us as the crow flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is okay.  Yuri said his bunk beds were really swinging.  It made the grandfather clock that we have chime and ding, a few pictures fell off the wall, but nothing was broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8114976023475599850?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8114976023475599850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8114976023475599850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8114976023475599850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8114976023475599850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/04/shake-shake-shake.html' title='Shake, Shake, Shake...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3218018168613453759</id><published>2008-04-03T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:01:27.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>We had a really good trip. The kids did great in the car on the way there we stopped 3 times for potty breaks for a total time of 5.5 hours. On the way back Yin had to potty every 30 miles. So it made for a very VERY long trip home. We also stopped at Target becuase... well I love Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy's great Aunt passed this week and I am a little torn on what to do with the kids. When Rudy talked with Yuri he was immediately very upset and crying. Yin saw Yuri crying and then she started crying. If you ask Yin how many grandma's she has she will say Nene, Grandma D, McBride, Memaw C, and N*****. So while N is a great aunt to my kids she is like another grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will not be taking either to the actual funeral- aka graveside services. It will be to emotional for Yin and Yuri to understand why everyone is upset. I am a little torn on the visitation. Any advise would be great. I am sure that I can get a sitter for Yin, and Yuri could go to the visitation and then back home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep our family in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3218018168613453759?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3218018168613453759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3218018168613453759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3218018168613453759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3218018168613453759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8570200365095412950</id><published>2008-03-20T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:45:06.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>don't know when I'll be back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- so techincally we are leaving in a minivan and we will be gone for a few days, but I am excited as are the kids.  On Monday we are leaving for a friends house- that I met on the internets.   Last year I went to a mom's meet up in Chicago from my internet group, and had a great time with my new found friends.   She lives about an hour oustide of Chicago, and her husband is in the middle of a "turn around" like Rudy.  So... we are off for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish the kids well cause I might leave them along the highway if the trip is anything like our trip to E*ville yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri has had a funky rash most of the winter and part of last.  We finally found a dermotoligist in the really big city and I took them there yesterday. Lets just say the weather STUNK! Everything was flooded... What a mess.  Anywho Yuri has Eczema.  UGHHH!!!!   We have some cleanser, some creams, and a plan.   Mind you Yuri is going thru a I don't want to bathe, groom, or have any type of hygiene stage right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pray for us we are going to need it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper project is almost complete.  I will try and post pics I have just one more trip to the lumber yard to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8570200365095412950?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8570200365095412950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8570200365095412950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8570200365095412950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8570200365095412950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6279827661084117043</id><published>2008-03-02T20:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:41:10.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>I needed better weather. Friday Yuri was home from school with Strep, but by Saturday he was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he had his final practice and the next three Saturdays he will be having basketball games. It is fun to watch him. He seriously lacks some coordination, but is willing to try his best. We bought him an adjustable basketball goal for her at home, and put it together on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had lunch of ham and beans. All my people were in Heaven, me not so much. We finished the basketball goal up after lunch and then messed around playing in the yard until supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up and my brother came to say goodbye. He is heading for a 14 month or more tour to Afghanistan. We are neither good at goodbyes and my heart hurts. He leaves the US on March 21st or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the net off the pond, and put a pump in to get ready for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Menards&lt;/span&gt; in Princeton. We are going to make an addition to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playset&lt;/span&gt; from Hell. :) Cause it can never be too big or have too many fun things to do. We bought a rock wall, but are planning a clatter bridge, rock wall, and another fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking of getting another dog for inside, but we love the dog that we already have. He is VERY good with the kids. So we decided to make him an inside dog. Mind you he is 67 lbs and is a licking machine. He has done very well and has not had an accident since the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day and this is day 7. I am sure we are not there, but he loves his kids. He has however ran off with socks, cuddled with Yin on the floor, and followed Yuri at every step he takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy starts another Turn around on March 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We will see him again in 5- 6 weeks. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have other great news, but will save it for another day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6279827661084117043?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6279827661084117043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6279827661084117043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6279827661084117043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6279827661084117043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2591270043428489219</id><published>2008-02-26T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:31:23.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Please &amp; Jenny</title><content type='html'>God could we please have just a little sunshine?  I need something cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin is still as funny as ever.  She frequently askes us "Have you called Jenny yet?"  Why they have this commerical on during Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8 I will never know, but it is on at least 10,000 times an episode.  Okay, maybe 6.  So finally I started asking her if she knew Jenny's  ... to which I am happy to reply.  She will now sing ... 867-5309.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am a crazy parent, but it gives me joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2591270043428489219?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2591270043428489219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2591270043428489219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2591270043428489219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2591270043428489219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunshine-please-jenny.html' title='Sunshine Please &amp; Jenny'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3993262293220212028</id><published>2008-02-21T14:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:49:08.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason Number 2,647</title><content type='html'>That I love Yin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we are in the car today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I say to Yin  "I wanna kiss you all over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin says: " and over again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I wanna kiss you all over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin: " 'Til the night closes in" ---  in the perfect high pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!  I love that child. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3993262293220212028?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3993262293220212028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3993262293220212028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3993262293220212028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3993262293220212028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/02/reason-number-2647.html' title='Reason Number 2,647'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7210207179018288469</id><published>2008-01-28T13:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:50:56.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Older...</title><content type='html'>Not sure about the wiser part.  Yesterday,  I was the big 35.  If I were my mother I would have a 17 year old daughter.  I can't even imagine Yin at 17.  I want to keep her 3 for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day.  Got lots of goodies,got lots of well wishes,  got lots of food... did lots of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7210207179018288469?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7210207179018288469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7210207179018288469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7210207179018288469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7210207179018288469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year-older.html' title='Another Year Older...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3667073954145203019</id><published>2008-01-14T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:23:27.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Overload</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we visited with the second most beautiful baby from Korea.  Which I am sure would be debateable with her mother.   She has some much hair, and the cutest little smile.  She can go from smiling to crying in less that one second.  She clung to her Mama, and Yin and Yuri made circles around her as they were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet name is mentioned at least 50 times a day in our home, and she gave me the baby want.  Rudy had to drag me out of there becuase the cuteness was overflowing. I secretly think he had the baby lust too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so very happy for our dear friends.  They are parents, and good ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed us so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her mom needs to post some pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3667073954145203019?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3667073954145203019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3667073954145203019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3667073954145203019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3667073954145203019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-overload.html' title='Baby Overload'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-9087640104445838764</id><published>2008-01-05T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:07:23.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To my beloved friends...</title><content type='html'>Travel, be safe, &amp;amp; come home soon.  I miss you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-9087640104445838764?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/9087640104445838764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=9087640104445838764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9087640104445838764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9087640104445838764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-my-beloved-friends.html' title='To my beloved friends...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3195906796345422013</id><published>2007-12-04T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:19:36.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps, Bruises and ER visits.</title><content type='html'>We had an action packed weekend.  We did some visiting, and finally wrapped a few presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My brother called on Thursday and wanted to have a picture taken of all the grandkids.  So on Friday I called several studios all of which were full. It is late in the season, but we finally got in at Wal-mart.  I must admit.  I have only been there one other time that I can recall, and I was not impressed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my mom made chili for us all and we started home.  I was a little ahead of the kiddo's and Yin was poking behind.  I open the back door and hear screaming.  I ask Yuri to please go and help Yin.  I walk in and set all my stuff down.  He sets Yin down, and she turns around and her face is covered in blood.  She had fallen and cut her head on a rock in the landscaping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yuri calls my mom - no answer.  We call our neighbors, and L was down here like lighting.  She drove us and I held Yin to keep the blood stopped.  Rudy was able to leave work and meet us there.  A little durabond and some manuplation, and they had glued it back together.  She looks like someone punched her in a boxing match and it is turning purple, but she is okay, and so is her eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she and Yuri are going to the doctor for a funky rash?  Oh, and she has turned into Darth Vader.  UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - Yuri, Hope, and I are heading to St. Louis to the Shriners.  Yuri has been complaining of some foot pain in his new foot.  I dread that drive, but maybe Hope and I can get the last few items I need to be done shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgon Take me AWAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3195906796345422013?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3195906796345422013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3195906796345422013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3195906796345422013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3195906796345422013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/12/bumps-bruises-and-er-visits.html' title='Bumps, Bruises and ER visits.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3178159505484742649</id><published>2007-11-26T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:40:20.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercials</title><content type='html'>Dear Network TV people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please for the love that is holy can you occassionally put in a commerical during Dora, Wiggles, Wonder Pets, Yo Gabba Gabba or any similar show that is not for a toy!  I am so tired of my child saying  "I want that!!!  PLEASE!!!!"  at least she remembers the please, but I am required to answer her each and every time.  It would help me keep sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe just maybe an educational School House Rock commerical.  I really miss them.  If you are taking requests, I love the Noah's ark multiplication one or the bill on Capitol Hill.  Heck, I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for you cooperation, in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy mother in Illinois&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3178159505484742649?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3178159505484742649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3178159505484742649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3178159505484742649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3178159505484742649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/11/commercials.html' title='Commercials'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7249594327519588707</id><published>2007-11-24T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:13:10.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Time</title><content type='html'>We had a very nice dinner with my mom's family on Thursday.  Her family is very small so just add about 8 people and it is a little party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am braving my dad's family.  They are large, rowdy, and big eaters.  So get what you want the first time though the line or it WILL be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braved the crowd at our small Wal-mart for some sales.  I bought Rudy a Christmas present, and currently it is in his car??  What the Heck is up with that?  He is spoiled.  :)  I am almost done have the mom and dad people, and one of my brothers left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great day.  I have so many thing that I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God.  He has given it all to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My husband.  He is still my best friend.  He is a good dad and he is an excellent provider. He is the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Kids.  They drive me crazy, but are the greatest joys in my life.  Their smiles and hugs... well I am so blessed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Their Birthmothers.  These woman are my heros and I thank God for them every single day.  I hope that they have happy lives and know that our kids are loved so very very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our family.  They are the best on both sides inlaws and all my crazy people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My friends.  They help to keep me sane.  They listen, they laugh, they love with me.  I am so thankful for each and everyone of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One small girl still in Korea that has made me happy beond measure for her parents.  We hope you come soon so we can love on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ragged &amp;amp; Cynical for all that you do and all that you are, and most of all for Veronica.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more that I cannot count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- last weekend I went to Kentucky and bought a new tree.  It is a skinny tree becuase we have no room.  It is prelit and 9 feet tall and so beautiful.  It currently has no decorations.  Do I have to decorate this tree?  Can I leave it plain.  I kinda like it that way.  I will try and post a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornaments Yes or No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7249594327519588707?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7249594327519588707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7249594327519588707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7249594327519588707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7249594327519588707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-time.html' title='Turkey Time'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-913110278311062809</id><published>2007-11-20T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:43:07.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work...</title><content type='html'>all day long.  Work, work, work, while I sing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy has been working 12 hour days for 15 days, and there is no end in site.  While the pay will be great.  We miss him terribly.  The 1 1/2 hours a days is not enough for me or the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragged and Cynical have me totally addicted to Veronica Mars.  I sing the theme music in my sleep.  I want to be Veronica when I grow up.  Of course the fracking morons at CW cancelled it.  So.   &lt;em&gt;A long time ago when used to be friends, but I haven't thought of you lately...   &lt;/em&gt;Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always have murders, blown up buses, and Neptune High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-913110278311062809?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/913110278311062809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=913110278311062809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/913110278311062809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/913110278311062809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/11/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7250771013437662407</id><published>2007-10-01T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:19:58.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something weird about me.</title><content type='html'>I like pop in a glass glass and tea in a plastic glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7250771013437662407?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7250771013437662407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7250771013437662407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7250771013437662407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7250771013437662407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-weird-about-me.html' title='Something weird about me.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-569104431278430253</id><published>2007-09-27T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:31:31.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the mom's</title><content type='html'>This made me almost wet myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to record it, and then I would not have to speak all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_oc1j5NakY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_oc1j5NakY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-569104431278430253?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/569104431278430253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=569104431278430253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/569104431278430253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/569104431278430253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-all-moms.html' title='For all the mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7264751831280559448</id><published>2007-09-27T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:11:34.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I LOVE This</title><content type='html'>If you grew up in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMGGNUSTWT8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMGGNUSTWT8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is recipe HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwomancooks.com/"&gt;http://thepioneerwomancooks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7264751831280559448?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5429547447447888371</id><published>2007-09-19T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:12:09.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th Anniversary, Rudy!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the big number 14 for us.  I can't believe it has been 14 years.  It really has gone very quickly.  I am so very lucky.  I have truely married my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Rudy Tootie Fresh and Fruity!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5429547447447888371?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5429547447447888371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5429547447447888371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5429547447447888371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5429547447447888371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-14th-anniversary-rudy.html' title='Happy 14th Anniversary, Rudy!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1403618457712507728</id><published>2007-09-16T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:46:46.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an Aunt- ie, self proclamed.</title><content type='html'>Our very best friends got some surprising news on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Hope's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this is a miracle is that they are/were pursuing a China adoption not Korea, but things have a mysterious way working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are over the moon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1403618457712507728?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1403618457712507728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1403618457712507728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1403618457712507728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1403618457712507728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-aunt-ie-self-proclamed.html' title='I am an Aunt- ie, self proclamed.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6503894123030628751</id><published>2007-09-14T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:25:51.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle Occured!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES, you read that right, and while I cannot share the fun details.  It is the best news that I have gotten in months, and months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It does not directly affect me, but it does.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will post details when I am allowed to share. I did not sleep one wink last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRAISE THE LORD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6503894123030628751?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6503894123030628751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6503894123030628751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6503894123030628751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6503894123030628751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/09/miracle-occured.html' title='A Miracle Occured!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2645196536926948112</id><published>2007-08-15T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:31:27.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USA gets TWO more!!!   -   Chicago Details</title><content type='html'>Today we went to St. Louis, and the kids were interviewed along with me and Brent for their Citizenship.  It was very .....  basic questions.    Like how did you crawl from North Korea into South Korea undetected, and then hope a plane to the US.  Have you been sending back info about Nuclear weapons.   What Branch of the KGB were you in???  How did you feel when the USSR fell.  You know that kinda of stuff.   The kids both acted like they didn't know, but she used many methods of "persuasion" and they finally cracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it was just signing some MORE forms, and asking why why child was IR4 and one was IR3.  Seems to me that anyone with any knowledge of the forms and adoption would know, but no problem for me to explain.   Brent and I both had to speak the Oath on behalf of the kids.  Braden read along, and finished with the SO HELP ME GOD at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave the kids little USA flag and the actual Certificates of Citizenship, so the USA "offically" got two more citizens today.  They have been Citizens since they arrived, but the paper makes it offical in their Immigration files.   As we walked out some of the guards congradulated them, they were over the moon with the flags.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Red Lobster for celebration lunch.  The hostess asked why they had badges and we explained.  They gave the kids free smoothies.  They were in smoothie heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day.  HOT but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago- was a blast.  The train ride was fun, but a little lonely.  I wish that I had someone with me on it, but I listened to Harry Potter.  The girls were great.  We had one that I could have done without.  It seems that there is a complainer in each group, it is too hot, it costs too much, I don't want to go there, but all in all with 6 women it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went dancing, shopping, laughed, and had such a good time!!  The ladies that I was already close with I am closer with and can't wait to meet up with them again.  One lives very near Chicago so that will be FUN!  We stayed half way between North Shore Drive and Michigan Avenue.  We walked ALOT!  I took my first Cab ride.   I have a hidden new love for American Girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2645196536926948112?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2645196536926948112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2645196536926948112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2645196536926948112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2645196536926948112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/08/usa-gets-two-more-chicago-details.html' title='USA gets TWO more!!!   -   Chicago Details'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2759567691266105528</id><published>2007-08-06T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:33:10.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Here I COME!! Take II</title><content type='html'>This weekend I am meeting 7 or 8 other moms on my online mom's group. We have 2 from Illinois, 2 from Dallas/Fort Worth, 1 from Minneapolis, 1 from Michigan, and 1 from Canada that are planning to attend.  We are staying on the Magnificant Mile.  I am so excited.  I have spoken with 3 or 4 of them on the phone, but non of us has met in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to ride the train.  I did not want to drive by myself.  I AM SO EXCITED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to shop, eat, and laugh .... and SHOP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2759567691266105528?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2759567691266105528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2759567691266105528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2759567691266105528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2759567691266105528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/08/chicago-here-i-come-take-ii.html' title='Chicago Here I COME!! Take II'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7891318047008760438</id><published>2007-08-06T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:24:12.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Here I COME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7891318047008760438?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7891318047008760438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7891318047008760438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7891318047008760438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7891318047008760438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/08/chicago-here-i-come.html' title='Chicago Here I COME!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6223527223148476364</id><published>2007-07-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:30:00.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Years</title><content type='html'>Today is my parents 35 anniversary.  We took them out to eat and had a nice time.  The resturant people came and made them stand up while they sang to them.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I took Yin and Yuri to KY to Rudy's parents.  We had a wonderful time of bible school, food, and golf cart rides.  Papa How let Yuri drive and he was in HEAVEN!!  I did not want to ride with him becuase he gets distracted.  The days flew by and before I knew it we were home bound again.  I am glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to AUNTY Ragged.  She has a beutiful new nephew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri and I went to a Harry Potter Party with Hope and her neice and nephew.  It was a relly good time and the magician was very funny.  We got out book and headed home.  I finished it yesterday, and it was VERY good.  I thought that there was an in consistancy in the story, but a reread help with my issue.  In the last series, I was reading there were 3 serious inconsistancy.  It really bugs me when authors can't remember what they wrote. In the last book the man's name is Jared and twice I have found "Jake said".  There is no JAKE in the story.  Sorry just a pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect this will be a slow week.  We are helping with a Geocaching event next weekend for a few hours. My life is so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6223527223148476364?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6223527223148476364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6223527223148476364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6223527223148476364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6223527223148476364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/07/35-years.html' title='35 Years'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5301565586792754011</id><published>2007-07-10T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:53:13.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madder by the MINUTE!!</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here waiting for the Sears guy to come and work on our Fridge it died on July 1st. You know the old we will be there sometime between 8 am and 5pm. I am fumming mad!!! Why can't they give you a stinking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there is about 1000 things that I should be doing, but Alas I am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: 2PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours and still waiting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: 3:20pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL WAITING!!! They have 1 hour and 40 mintues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 3:59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will arrive in the next few minutes. Arrived at 4:05 and was here 15 mintues. He will have to come back next week to fix it. I will be at NeNe and Papa How's so Rudy has to take a vacation day!!! UGH! It is the compressor which we told them, but they have to order the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Iced Tea!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5301565586792754011?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5301565586792754011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5301565586792754011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5301565586792754011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5301565586792754011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/07/madder-by-minute.html' title='Madder by the MINUTE!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4053403138139683544</id><published>2007-07-04T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:07:15.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TO the tune of Walking in Memphis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put on my Tennis shoes and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I picked up a can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Threw it in the Wal-mart bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and worked on my tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bud Lite and Miller &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr Pepper and Diet Rite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I got some really good ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my 2 mile walk tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking to Disney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking while I pick up the cans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking to Disney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a long way and I'm still not tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw a couple bats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a car and truck or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We keep right on walkin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until the kids were more than through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Walyon started panting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Yin was chatting alot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but Yuri and Rudy were looking high and low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause cans are hard to spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause we are walking to Disney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking while we pick up the cans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking to Disney &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, when will I ever get a tan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided that we are going to go to Disney on pop cans. We have been walking and collecting and a few people are collecting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is probably impossible unless we go to a Nascar race and collect beer cans, but tonight we walked 2 1/2 miles and got a Wal-mart bag full. We took Waylon and it was a great walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can keep walking each evening. Tomorrow we will have to take another route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this along with trying not to use papertowels and eco friendly light bulbs is our small part on helping our planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4053403138139683544?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4053403138139683544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4053403138139683544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4053403138139683544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4053403138139683544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/07/walking-our-way-to-disney.html' title='TO the tune of Walking in Memphis'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7454595925913063400</id><published>2007-07-03T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:37:09.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful</title><content type='html'>That is the only way that I can describe the last few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nene and Papa How came on Thursday and we had a great visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, they watched Yin and Yuri so that my mom and I could take one of the horses for a procedure at the vets.  During the course of the procedure, Two Days, the horse, became unrully and an pulled back and flung himself and his head.  He whipped his head with such force.  It came back against a pipe fence and my moms arm was in between his head and the fence and it broke her arm into a horrible U shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet threw us into his truck and off to the ER we went.   He sent his wife later to check on my mom.  They had to do some adjustments, to say the least, and put a cast on with surgery scheduled for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hospital this Am a little tired and alot nervous.  God Bless Nene and Papa How, as they stayed so that I would have a sitter.  I did have a few people lined up but it was 4 people all for a few hours at different times.  They took my mom back at around 8:30 and the surgery was about 2 hours.   She did very well, but was really sick to her stomach when she came out.  I have had a few surgeries and each time I am so sick to my stomach when they are done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just called and said that they are on their way home.  I hope that she is able to rest and that her work leaves her ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we had a WONDERFUL visit with Pinto, "L", Ragged, Cynical, Hope, and Jenny from the Block.   It was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in further news, our refridgerator died over the weekend.  They can not come until the 10th to look at it.  He said that they would then have to order parts and come back in a few weeks.  I cannot imagine a month without a fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7454595925913063400?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7454595925913063400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7454595925913063400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7454595925913063400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7454595925913063400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/07/eventful.html' title='Eventful'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8118040569893364453</id><published>2007-06-24T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:53:37.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Fresh</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day at the Rudy &amp; Brando Palace.  Yin moved from a toddler bed to Yuri's twin bed and Yuri got a new loft bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that PLEASE NO ONE VISIT MY HOUSE FOR A LEAST TWO MORE DAYS!!  It is a mess.  I went thru all of Yin's clothes organized the drawers becuase it gave me a high, and then tackled a mountain of toys.  Mt Toy is now 1/3 his orginal size.   Yin's new bedding is so pretty and has little ponies on it.  She LOVES it, and I do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wanting to get Yuri a loft bed near Chirstmas or build one, but Big Lot had a nice one at a reasonable price.  We got it all put together and I am tackling his closet and toys.  YIKES!!!  My kids have too much stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went though my own closet becuase really some of the pants I am never going to be able to wear again, and I have no more room.  I am not sure if I will take it to the consignment or have a garage sale.  I am not sure what to do with the cirb.  Rudy assured me we are getting no more kids, but I quit taking the pill so you never know. ;)   HA HA HA!!!!  I am laughing my hind end off over that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our full day, including a visit from Pilot, who may still be here lost in the mess, but Needles hasn't called so he must have found his way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from picking up the bed we decided to stop at Subway, I had already cooked a huge chicken Veggie Stir Fry for lunch and was pooped.  As we went into Subay Yin took one look at the door and said "EAT FRESH"  which was written on the door and everywhere else in Subway.  We have no idea how she knew the slogan.  It was quite comical.   So to all my faithful readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we saw a sign that said "French Lick, it's not what you think."  I am still laughing over that one.  French Lick is a town in Indiana that Larry Bird is from and the just opened a new casino, but that is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8118040569893364453?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8118040569893364453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8118040569893364453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8118040569893364453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8118040569893364453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/06/eat-fresh.html' title='Eat Fresh'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6001707907042667349</id><published>2007-06-19T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:37:38.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided to keep the kids.</title><content type='html'>Well, I have decided not to sell the kids. They are still driving me a little loopy, but RUDY IS HOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to E'ville on Saturday and had a nice family day out. We at a the Old Mill Inn. It is the oldest resturant in Indiana. We got to eat in the room where Lincoln visited in the 1800's. The old wooden walls and decor are just beautiful. The food is served family style, so we ate WAY to much. Yin was in mashed potatoe heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we cleaned out the fridge and the lower kitchen cabinets washing the cabinets inside and out. It needed done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been uneventful here and that is the way that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having some issues with Immigration, but that is another post, and not a pretty one. Needless to say we may be making a trip to St. Louis on Monday to try and "find" some documents. I do not understand why NO federal buildings have phone numbers instead you are put through to a National Calling Center where all 4 different agents give you different answers. If I have I know of a terrorist plot, I bet they could find someone to take my call in under the 1 hours and 16 minutes that I waited on hold the first time. I have since made 4 other calls. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day and they will find the missing documents. Yeah, right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6001707907042667349?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6001707907042667349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6001707907042667349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6001707907042667349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6001707907042667349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/06/decided-to-keep-kids.html' title='Decided to keep the kids.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7597109059773498513</id><published>2007-06-13T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:53:38.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Tune of</title><content type='html'>King of the Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Children for sale or rent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No room... they can live in tents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They cry, they whine, all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wants to try and play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, a few hours of peace I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I going to get none today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a mom of the edge of losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY SANITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't share, who's to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Destination.... I'm insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They change their clothes and their shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 1000 times til I'm blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They fight like a pack of sankes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's only so much I can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a mom on the edge of losing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY SANITY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They know every little trick there is in the book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One screams No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the other gives me the look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please help save my sanity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and take these kids away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Mom on the edge of losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My SANITY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7597109059773498513?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7597109059773498513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7597109059773498513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7597109059773498513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7597109059773498513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-tune-of.html' title='To the Tune of'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-9111275701786213142</id><published>2007-06-07T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:17:48.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Years- Together</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our anniversary, not our wedding anniversary, but the day we offically became a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years later here we are.  I am still in love with my husband and my best friend.  I like to hold his hand and rub his leg with my foot.  He is very generous and really pampers me.  He is always bringing me things from the kitchen and understands that I need time just for myself, both of which may not seem like much, but these are very dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to bicker, and it is all in good fun any dedicated readers of his blog will have seen us in action. He likes to make fun of my mowing, but doesn't complain when the job is done. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a good daddy and I love him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 16 more years, and then 16 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-9111275701786213142?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/9111275701786213142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=9111275701786213142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9111275701786213142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9111275701786213142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/06/16-years-together.html' title='16 Years- Together'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3539864593733431876</id><published>2007-05-31T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:20:29.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="145"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 2px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 2px solid; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 2px solid" align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia,Serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a&lt;br /&gt;Snapdragon &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 15px; COLOR: #0000ff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia,Serif" href="http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://thisgardenisillegal.com/quiz/snapdragon.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Flower&lt;br /&gt;Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3539864593733431876?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3539864593733431876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3539864593733431876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3539864593733431876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3539864593733431876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1349128799521523354</id><published>2007-05-18T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:22:25.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>8 Random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I am really anal and all the cans have to be in their proper rows and labels facing forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love to organize.  No big suprise with number one, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I love to canter on the horses. It feels like fyling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I kiss my kids when they are sleeping and rub their little faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I have a horrible reoccuring dream that I drive off a bridge and have to figure out how to save the kids.  It is awful.  It seems to be more an more frequent. I find myself making mental plans as I drive across bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I like to holds my husbands hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I like to eat Dairy Dee ice cream with a plastic spoon.  I hate regular spoons for their ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I was tagged by hope, but have no idea how to make her name light up.  My HTML is limited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1349128799521523354?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1349128799521523354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1349128799521523354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1349128799521523354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1349128799521523354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4208641014463768019</id><published>2007-05-11T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:07:03.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Pinkies have been washed.</title><content type='html'>When Rudy got home we pulled all the pinkies away and put them in the washer.  Yin came in and said. "My pinkie's getting a bath! Me want him!"  I assured her that she would have him soon enough.  Next they were in the dryer and that is where she camped out awaiting their freshness. "Dere go greenie"  "Dere go pinkie" she kept repeating as they tumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they were all clean and she took them all and made an "AAAhhhhhh".  She went into the livingroom threw them all in the floor and had a big love fest with them all.  Crazy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4208641014463768019?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4208641014463768019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4208641014463768019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4208641014463768019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4208641014463768019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-pinkies-have-been-washed.html' title='All Pinkies have been washed.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7274808465531405606</id><published>2007-05-10T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:03:40.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The great Pinkie Debacle</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you had a blankie as a child, but I would guess at least one of my four readers. :)  Anywho...  Yin has 3 pinkies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pinkie the orginal, this pinkie is pink with a a silkie edge and a chinelle (sp) type top and bottom.  This was a lovely baby shower gift and she adored him.  Until, the dreaded day we went to the big City of E'ville without him.  She cannot go to sleep without him, and therefore we bought imposter pinkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Imposter pinkie, looks much like the orginal, same top, same silkie edge, but a silkie bottom. Imposter pinkie was great to have around. Each time orginal pinkie needed a bath she had imposter pinkie and vice versa.  This was super... Until we like morons were going to Nene and Papa How's with NO pinkies.  So we bought green pinkie aka greenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenie looks just like Imposter pinkie, but is a soft green color.  He got love that weekend and is required to be on the bed, but he is her last choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you Yin knows those pinkies even in the darkest night or deepest sleep.  She will ask for pinkie.  I get the orginal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIN:  NO, PINKIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Imposter pinkie or green pinkie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIN:  PINKIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had her imposter pinkie and she kicks the others to the end of the bed.  It cracks me up.  The other day imposter pinkie was filthy, and I mean bad.  She is a drool bear just like her daddy.  So she is on the back porch where the washer and dryer are and what should she spot through the slates of the hamper. Imposter pinkie! At which time she carefully trys to pull a blanket out of the slates.  I tried to reason with her that he needs a bath, but she was not having it.  I retrieve him from the bowels of dirty clothes and handed him over. YUCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So as soon as she goes to sleep I am going in for MI4... Mission Impossible 4... imposter pinkie extraction.  I hope to have him washed, dried, and microchipped before she awakes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!  Wait! I hear snoring! I am going in!  Que the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I was in full retrival mode with the spandx and cables.  I was hovering inches above imposter pinkie and.... DING DONG.  ARG!!!  I was some Mormans or JCotLDS and they were looking for the ASH family.  I grew up on this street, so minus about 7 years Rudy and I lived up town, I have been here all my life.  There are NO Ashes on our steet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started naming names and said "Inyarts" and they said "Yeah, we have some Inyarts in our church I bet it is them.  I said I bet not, but go and ask.  :) I will try again later.  I will not be defeated by this stinky pinkie.  :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7274808465531405606?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7274808465531405606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7274808465531405606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7274808465531405606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7274808465531405606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-pinkie-debacle.html' title='The great Pinkie Debacle'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4241112057964507846</id><published>2007-05-09T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:08:48.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE A BIG ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me just tell you those are the most wonderful and dreaded words in our house at the same time.  Each and everytime Yin does a #2 this is what she says.  She will not call it Pooh, Doodie or #2.  It is "I made a big one!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the potty training is going very well.  She still wears a daiper at nap and night, but not the rest of the time.  She has had a few accidents, but not too bad.  The best is that once she made her first "Big One" in the potty they have ALL been in there!!! Except for 2 who appeared during bathtime.  The first one was a little one that nearly tramatized here, but the second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, I put her in the tub and started the water and the bubbles.  I went out and cleaned up some dishes and came back in.  She was standing in the tub which is a huge NO NO.  I made her sit and talked to her and starting washing her.  She wanted to swim, so I went to the kitchen and put somemore things away.  I hear her yell... "I MADE A BIG ONE".  Rudy jumped up and went in.  Yes, she made a big one.  She had it in her HAND!!!  YUCK!!!  Rudy kept saying drop it! drop it!!  Well she wanted to continue with her bath, but she wanted that thing out of the tub.  Rudy got her out and cleaned up the "Big one" then he got the tub cleaner and the tub and then 10 minutes later she was swimming again. Rudy came back in the living room later and said "That about made me sick!"  :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she just yelled, "I made a big one!  A chocolate big one!"  I swear she is killing me with this.  Oh well, at least it is not in her pants anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just so you know.  It is not I peed, pee pee or #1. It is "I made a water."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4241112057964507846?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4241112057964507846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4241112057964507846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4241112057964507846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4241112057964507846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-made-big-one.html' title='I MADE A BIG ONE!!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2740518712423162404</id><published>2007-05-07T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:11:11.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I love Hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/faith.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Who's Your Inner Buffy Bad-Girl?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was Anya in the other one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2740518712423162404?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2740518712423162404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2740518712423162404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2740518712423162404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2740518712423162404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-i-love-hope_07.html' title='Because I love Hope...'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-7143492849715944530</id><published>2007-05-07T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:02:49.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun than a lawn mower wagon full of Monkey's</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Rudy hooked up he wagon to the mower and started giving the kids rides.  Yin loved it so much that at times all I could see was the bottom of her sippy up in the air.  She was laying in the wagon resting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all loaded up. Me, Yin and Yuri in the wagon and Rudy driving the mower and went to visit Kunkle and Aunt Needles.  It was nice and relaxing the kids kept sing "All aboard".   A litle down time was much needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy STILL working on the pond.  We had to rework a bunch of rocks to make room for a new filter system.  Then today I went and bought some rocks and unloaded about 1/2 of them into 5 gallon buckets and places them around the edges.  We got our patio sealed yesterday, finally it has been almost a year since we poared it.   The house looks like 2 small tornatos went through it, with all the outside work the inside has been greatly neglected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the mood for ice cream wonder if I can convience Rudy to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-7143492849715944530?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7143492849715944530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=7143492849715944530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7143492849715944530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/7143492849715944530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-fun-than-lawn-mower-wagon-full-of.html' title='More fun than a lawn mower wagon full of Monkey&apos;s'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4942676124309872386</id><published>2007-04-26T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:53:11.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Big one...  Happy Adoption Day Yuri!</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago today, I became a mommy.  We are so very blessed to have Yuri in our lives.  I can't believe that seven years have gone by.  It really seems like yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Adoption Day, my sweet boy!!!  Mamma loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4942676124309872386?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4942676124309872386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4942676124309872386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4942676124309872386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4942676124309872386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-big-one-happy-adoption-day-yuri.html' title='Another Big one...  Happy Adoption Day Yuri!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8962523163232700559</id><published>2007-04-25T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:31:12.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To YIN!!</title><content type='html'>Today my sweet baby is a baby no more.  She is 3, and offically a big girl, just ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin has really come into her own, these past few months.  She is a chatter box, and loves to tell knock-knock jokes with no punchline. She sings songs on the radio and makes up other songs. She can be sweet and cuddly and stubborn and ornery.  She is always willing to take kisses, but hands them out sparingly.  She loves to dance and check out her hindend while shaking her groove thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is learning to say things correctly... Gone is the day of sticky, she wants candy now.  She is also calling Yuri by his corrent name instead of NayNo.  That is one of the saddest for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she is Pottying in the potty #1's and #2's with no accidents.  She is wearing a daiper at nap time and bedtime, but that is it.  She made a 3 hour trip driving, shopping, and visiting,  yesterday with NO accidents.    YEAH!!   I do love it when she makes a #2, she calls it a "big one"  "Mommy, I made a big one."  It cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to eat, and is a good eater.  Her favorites are any kind of dip and  brocoli. She can eat almost 1/2 a bag of brocoli by herself, no cheese, just a little butter and she is good to go. She loves ice cream, but not Fig Newtons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is all the things that I hoped for an so many that I never dreamed of.  She has the best laugh and is one of the greatest joys in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so very loved by us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8962523163232700559?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8962523163232700559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8962523163232700559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8962523163232700559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8962523163232700559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-yin.html' title='Happy Birthday To YIN!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2352367587971851359</id><published>2007-04-18T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:32:00.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave Driver</title><content type='html'>That is what I have become.  Ask Rudy or Pilot.  We have been working on the pond moving rocks, upon rocks, upon rocks.   Well, today we found the granddaddy of them all for a special focal point on the pond. IT IS BIG.  I whipped my slaves into shape and told them to place it here... No maybe to the left a little... no maybe to right.....  No that is not good either.... HHHmmmmmm .....  How about there.... Almost.... Almost.... Perfect!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe a little more to the left.  Seriously, I love them. I am also glad I was on the other side of the pond so that they could not push me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really REALLY starting to look GOOD!!!   Thanks Pilot for all the help.  Rudy you are stuck with me so....  I feel bad for you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2352367587971851359?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2352367587971851359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2352367587971851359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2352367587971851359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2352367587971851359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/04/slave-driver.html' title='Slave Driver'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8539330434775922951</id><published>2007-04-12T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:02:07.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor, Give me the news,</title><content type='html'>I've got a bad case of ... Menopuase? At 34, luckly me!! Today was my yearly visit..... Might be TMI so stop reading now.&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;Okay, I warned you. Lets just say that as someone familiar with all things about the female reporductive system and the fact that mine doesn't work. I understand my body. About a year ago I started having the PMS migraine. Three days of kill me please, followed by my best friends arrival. Then in that last 4 months hot flashes, crazy cycles and YUCK!!! Today he said, " I think that you ovary is starting to not work." Hello, it has never worked. So anyway, after 13 years I am on the pill. He is hoping that it will help with the crazy hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rudy is the luckiest man in the world. He gets to deal with me being in a menopuase state for the next 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have to go to the regular doctor about an infected gland in my neck. I am falling apart. Yin says Dr. Steve is the best cause he gives stickers and cookies. Since, I worked with them they always load the kids up with tons of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post again when I am not so gripey. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8539330434775922951?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8539330434775922951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8539330434775922951' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8539330434775922951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8539330434775922951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/04/doctor-doctor-give-me-news.html' title='Doctor, Doctor, Give me the news,'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6307791022452870349</id><published>2007-04-04T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:08:49.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Needlefingers!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old you get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still older than you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE hee!  Hope that you have a super birthday knitting away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6307791022452870349?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6307791022452870349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6307791022452870349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6307791022452870349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6307791022452870349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-needlefingers.html' title='Happy Birthday Needlefingers!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1517844307776261062</id><published>2007-03-29T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:28:49.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green with Envy</title><content type='html'>I just got a call this AM from one of my favorite people.  Our social worker Carol, she just got back from a trip to Korea to escort a baby home.  It was a very last minute trip.  She got a call on Friday that they needed an escort, but she had to leave on Sunday.  She said that it was a wonderful trip.  She got to meet four foster parents. One that had been fostering for 5 years and three that were first time fosters.  She said that the tears flowed freely from all the foster parents.  They got to witness the parting ceremony and met Dr. Kim the founder of Eastern Social Welfare Society which is the baby house and the home for pregnant mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I would have loved to have gone.  We definately plan to take Yin there.  You can do a homeland tour.  They can visit the babyhouse, and even meet their foster families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green, I am green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link Eastern:   &lt;a href="http://www.eastern.or.kr/eng/htm/home.htm"&gt;http://www.eastern.or.kr/eng/htm/home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1517844307776261062?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1517844307776261062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1517844307776261062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1517844307776261062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1517844307776261062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with Envy'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-867741045200930170</id><published>2007-03-28T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:32:09.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's offfical... I am a BAD Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the work on the playset from Hell... I have been neglecting my duties. My good friend "J" had a birthday this weekend. I called all day on the wrong day to tell her Happy Birthday to realize Monday that I was calling on the wrong day. I was sure that the 25th was Saturday. Then Monday was my BEST pal in the UNIVERSES Anniversary, and I called today. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, was my Grandpa and his new wife's anniversary. I got that one right. I hope I don't get fired from this friend job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the completed playset 10 seconds after the swings were up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/IMG_5110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, they played Diego and Alicia for about an hour. I am in love with it and so are they. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yin has been pottying in the potty. No more diapers, except nap and bedtime, for our big girl. Man when she got it she got it. She is not doing #2 in the potty, but its a start and really good start!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, Yin and Yuri both had to go to the doctor. Yin's was a follow up from the Asthma mess and for him to look at the knot on her wrist. We are going to a specialist next week for her wrist in Evansville then we are traveling to Nene and Papaw How's for Easter. Yuri has a sinus mess and a bacterical infection. He has a nasty spot on his leg. It is starting to look better, when I called Friday for an appointment the nurse recommended a cream and it made a huge difference over the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not usually a face person, but I first saw my little mans picture a week and 7 years ago. Then and now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046988205117405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/RgqBCE-b-MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/10W57GJXlbs/s200/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is such a big boy.  I can't believe how much he has grown.  God has blessed us so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-867741045200930170?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/867741045200930170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=867741045200930170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/867741045200930170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/867741045200930170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-offfical-i-am-bad-friend.html' title='It&apos;s offfical... I am a BAD Friend.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_inPxl1jMcSQ/RgqBCE-b-MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/10W57GJXlbs/s72-c/DSC00097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1332411626307172436</id><published>2007-03-19T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:45:19.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Power and Sick Rudy</title><content type='html'>One of my moms groups recommended a DVD called Potty Power.  I have to tell you I was skeptical to say the least.  I shelled out the $12.00 to get it, and it arrived on Saturday.  Yin immediately wanted to watch it.  She watched it 5 times on Saturday.  I know that is alot of TV, but what is worse to much TV or peeing your pants in 3rd grade.  My favorite song is "You wipe you bottom from front to back".  What can I say it has a catchie/catchy (sp)  toon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she LOVES it.  We have worked with her since Saturday yesterday, she actually came and told us she needed to go.  She went 2 of the 4 times she said she needed to and had two accidents.  We started fresh this AM.  She had no full accidents.  She wet just a little and told us and then came and went to the potty.  She has been doing great.  Then I made a trip to the town a few towns over and she had a Pooh accident.  Rudy had to deal with it, and give her a bath.  Normally, this would be no problem, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I woke to the sound of someone vomiting...  Yeah, I know too much information.  Rudy was up and down the rest of the night.  He has ran fever all day and has been sleeping off and on.  I have no idea what is wrong, at first I thought he might have ate something bad, but I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, knock on wood, neither of the kids are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1332411626307172436?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1332411626307172436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1332411626307172436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1332411626307172436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1332411626307172436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/potty-power-and-sick-rudy.html' title='Potty Power and Sick Rudy'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2616790548462190902</id><published>2007-03-11T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:46:22.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblin women'/><title type='text'>Do you C what I C</title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend was the big St. Louis trip for Hope and me. We had a GREAT time. We were able to "C" all kids of things and do all kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first that we went to "C" was Polly Paperbacks. I really like the old guy in there he is always friendly and chatty. We both made a few small purchases and moved on. Next we ate at Stake-N-Shake, and enjoyed the shakey goodness. UUUMMMM!!! We travelled south to Sunset Hills home of Harthstone Knits. It was nice to see and pet all the varieties of yarns, but no purchases were made. I know I couldn't believe it either. I have been there before and the selection was GOOD, but this time. The store had a funny smell and Hope noticed it also. I don't know if someone else bought the store, but it was just okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then travelled north to Hazelwood and the home of The Weaving Department at Myers House. I have been there at least twice with Needles and they have greatly expanded. I did not remember that the entire second floor was FULL. There was Yarn everywhere. Hope was able to find alot of stuff and I was able to "C" some pretty great stuff also. I bought two balls of soft yarn called Cypruss Mohair. It is purple, blue, and black. They had it made into a really cute and EASY scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to the St. Louis Mills Mall. HOLY COW! That place is HUGE! We made purchases at Gap Outlet,Old Navy Outlet, Gymboree Outlet, Bath &amp;amp; Body Outlet, and Books-a-Million Outlet. Then we headed to the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAahhhh the Hotel. Just an FYI... There is only ONE way to get to the Embassy Suites, and if you miss your road. You must make a U-turn drive back thru the tunnel that wigs me out, drive three more miles, do and illegal U-turn, travel back thru the creepy tunnel, cuss the morons who designed the system, drive 10 miles and hour slower than the speed limit, do not let anyone off the on ramp, and if you get really lucky turn into Eagle Drive. WOW! We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hotel and checked in. We went upstairs to see our room. We opened the door and ..... A king sized bed. Now I love Hope and she loves me, but... I called the front desk and they ASSured me that I requested a King Smoking??? NOT! So after a small adjustment much giggling and laughing that is not appropriate for the blog. We made it to our new wonderful room. Room 501. Why must I tell you 501 was the number. I tell you becuase it is always important to remeber your room number. Ours was 501. We rested in room 501, and made supper plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that we wanted Mexican, and Hope found the BEST Mexican places in St. Louis. It was called Los Palmos. We went off to "C" what we could "C" and ended up at the Galleria Mall. It was really nice. Hope got her free panites from the coupon at Victorias Secret. I got some stuff and we were on our way. We stopped at the Friends 2B made and built a doll for Yin. Next we were off to the Gymboree where Hope got the most beautiful dress for Mei Mei. We visited a few more stores and made some purchases at Waldons Books... See a book loving pattern here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel and read our books and settled in for a great night of sleep. At 11:30... we heard a bang, bang, bang.... tap, tap, tap... then a continuous tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hope are you expecting a stripper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope: NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the door and just pull it back a smidge and say you have the WRONG room. I heard a sorry and went back to bed... Well.... 3:30am... tap, tap, tap,... Bang, BANG, BANG... Well now I was MAD! I went to the door and heard. "Hey T-bone you in there" to which I replied, "YOU HAVE THE WRONG ROOM!!!!!" He realised that I was telling the truth... "OOOOPppps, I do have the wrong room he muttered." We went back to bed with some more giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went down and had a great breakfast and we were off to "C" what we could "C". We stopped in Fairfiew Heights at the Borders, the Gymboree, and Sam's. Then we headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great trip. I had a BLAST. I really needed sometime away, and Hope is the best travel buddy ever! We sang along with the radio and soon we were home. I told Rudy of all the thins that we were able to "C". All in all it was a GREAT weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2616790548462190902?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2616790548462190902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2616790548462190902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2616790548462190902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2616790548462190902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-c-what-i-c.html' title='Do you C what I C'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-424210033094506885</id><published>2007-03-07T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:10:59.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole nights sleep... Almost</title><content type='html'>Last night Yin was like a ragdoll.  She wanted to be held and snuggled.  At one point Rudy asked if I thought she had a temp or it was from the crying.  She didn't feel very hot so I said the crying.  I checked her about 30 minutes later 101.0...  So I wrestled her to the ground for some Motrin and then gave her a cool bubble bath.  She perked up a little in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched American Idol.  She is usually up dancing, but tonight all the could do was wave her hands in the air to the beat.   ---  I have to say that I was not impressed by most of American  Idol.---   We put her to bed and Rudy read her a Dora story.  He went in after she was asleep and gave her a breathing treatment. He said she was very sweaty.    He does a great job with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bedtime.  I have a HORRIBLE fear of putting a child to bed with a fever and Tylenol. There was a death a few years ago, and it has me terrified.  Anyway,  I kept getting up to check on her. Made sure that she was breathing and alive and then back to bed.  Only to repeat the process many times.  One time I woke she was laying outside our door on the floor.  Our door is always open, but she has recently become afraid of the dark.  Our house looks like an airplane landing strip at night, but I want my room dark.  She will stand outside the doorway and cry or call for us, but will not come in.  Usually, we can hear her coming before she gets to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she is cranky, but I bribed her to take her medicine for a Hershey's kiss.  We are into an episode of Blue's Clue.  I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-424210033094506885?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/424210033094506885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=424210033094506885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/424210033094506885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/424210033094506885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/whole-nights-sleep-almost.html' title='A whole nights sleep... Almost'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1070692679630960703</id><published>2007-03-06T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:07:59.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down for the count</title><content type='html'>Well, today Yin is in full cannot breath mode. I am taking her to the doctor at 1pm. We considered taking her to the ER, but were able to hold off. Insert MAJOR new insurance PENALTY rant here relating to ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is better in a sitting or standing, but can't breath and gurgles in a laying position. We got up with her at 2am... Gave here a breathing treatment and she was somewhat better. I was up until 4am and then Rudy, best husband and daddy in the world, stayed up with her until 6 am when it was time for him to go to work. He is going on 4 hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that they can give me something to make her better fast. I wish I knew what was in the air in the "Promised Land" that her little body can't take. It has been warmer there so maybe the pollen count is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Yin's room CLEAN, Yuri's room Clean, and the livingroom done! The dining room and kitchen are on the list for today. Hopefully, I can get it done. Tomorrow Yuri and I have dental appointments. I really, really, REALLY, dislike going to the dentist. I like my denist and cleaning lady, but Yikes! I hate the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin recently told our family that she is Pregnant with #4. They have three girls and really wanted a boy. My gram called today and said that it is a boy. I am very happy for them. I am not sure how they do it she is 23. When the baby is born they will have a 6, 3, and 19 month old and a newborn! WOWZA! I cannot imgine having 4 kids at 23, but Yuri did not come along until I was 27 and I was 32 when Yin arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one! OH, and tonight is IDOL! Me and Yuri are ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! One more thing, last night I made arrangment from Hope and me. We got at a $110 - 3 1/2 star room for $60. I love name your own price at priceline and I used my ebates, so I saved and additional 2%. We are staying at the Embassy suits., I love them, in a two room suite!!! We are trying to pick a movie to go and see, find all the used book stores, knitting shops, and other great places. I wanted to see Premonition, with Sanda Bullock and Julian McMahon, but it starts next Friday. Boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I took Yin to the doctor.  He indicated that it is sinusitis.  He sent me to the hospital to have her neck x-rayed to see her Adnoids, and if they are causing problems.  If they are he wants us to have them removed, I am not in love with the doctor that did her tubes, and will be looking for someone else.  We had no real problems with the tube surgery or the after effects, but the doctor is a little odd.   We got to see Kunkle Pilot at the Hospital.  I bet we were the high point of his day!  NOT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the final paperwork done on the Blazer today, I am so glad!!  The lady that bought it made Yin an Easter basket.  Just an FYI--- We know these people. I wouldn't take candy from strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the house did not get cleaned, but I will beat Rudy into helping pretty soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Yin in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1070692679630960703?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1070692679630960703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1070692679630960703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1070692679630960703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1070692679630960703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/down-for-count.html' title='Down for the count'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-344572483965768442</id><published>2007-03-05T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:09:51.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of Yin's Room</title><content type='html'>As you look into Yin's room from the living room...&lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looking into Yins room from the living room...&lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking back towards the living room... Left side of room..  Her closet is at the head of the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back towards the living room .... Right side of room.&lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w76/bwhitney93/pics129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know my kids are very lucky!  See how big the windows are!  Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-344572483965768442?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/344572483965768442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=344572483965768442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/344572483965768442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/344572483965768442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/pics-of-yins-room.html' title='Pics of Yin&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8132462849141938197</id><published>2007-03-05T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:55:48.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness!</title><content type='html'>The medicine has kicked in and I feel much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have throughly clean Yin's room.... AGAIN!  As a girl, she has many large items.  A table and chair, a baby crib, her crib/toddlerbed, a doll stroller, high hair, and .... The list is never ending.  YIKES!  Oh and just for fun she wanted the little tykes slide back in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her room is the smallest in the house 10 x 12 and while that is not normally small she has to windows that are 4 feet wide, a closet door that is 5 feet wide and the door to her room are beautiful pocket door that are almost 8 feet...  So rhe longest stretch of wall is 5 feet.  This makes it almost impossible to not have something placed in front of a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch Battlestar????   Got some theories there, but will post later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8132462849141938197?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8132462849141938197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8132462849141938197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8132462849141938197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8132462849141938197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4451181575028425522</id><published>2007-03-05T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:40:35.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly all around</title><content type='html'>It seems that there is something in the"promised land" that does not like Yin.  Each time we go she comes back with an Asthma/Allergy attack.  It is NOT fun.  First, her little nose itches like there is pepper in it, next comes the red cheeks and runny nose, finally the not being able to breath.  We have been though this many times in her little life so... Zytrec, Breathing treatments, and possible Antibiotic and she will be good to go in about 5 days, but Yikers!  She is a mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing is that while we were there Yin would "Fot" aka fart, like a trucker eating cheesie fries, but no pooh!  NADA! NONE! NYET!  We had been home for less than five minutes when she disappeared to her room to make a lovely Poof as she calls it.  She poofed 3 times in 3 hours.  What can I say she has her momma's inability to use the bathroom anywhere but at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was  agreat trip.  NeNe looked much better and Yin ran Papa How all around the place.  Our kids are so lucky.  It is amazing that they are never shy and never forget even though it is sometimes a few months between visits.  They just take up as if they saw them yesterday.  They both made out like bandits Yin came home with $5.00 and a babystroller, and Yuri came home with $15.xx and some change.   We can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel horrible my head is aching and making me sick to my stomach.  I took something and the thobbing has let up a little.  I need to get up and clean.  It is a mess here, and I don't like a mess, but feel dizzy when I stand up.  Hopefully, it is just the same headache that I get every single month.  I think it is a sinus issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight is Enterprise. Rudy will be google eyeing Tapal, or what every breasty's name is.  I am thinking of making some soup for lunch and supper that should be easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Hope and I are planning a trip to St. Louis!!!  AKA home of Inkling.  I am not sure all the places that we will be going, but it will be a much needed break for me.  I am hoping to find something for one of my favorite knitters for her upcoming birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUPON OF THE DAY:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com"&gt;www.toysrus.com&lt;/a&gt;  has Melissa and Doug Puzzles on sale with free shipping, checkout using Google check out and save $10.00 on your order.   Melissa and Doug are the BEST puzzles and wooden playsets ever.  Yin loves hers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4451181575028425522?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4451181575028425522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4451181575028425522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4451181575028425522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4451181575028425522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/sickly-all-around.html' title='Sickly all around'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-4687387569507529222</id><published>2007-03-02T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:01:40.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel plans</title><content type='html'>Well, we are travling to the "promise land" as Pilot calls it.  We are leaving in the morning, and going to spend the day and night at Nene and Papaw Hows the kids are terribly excited!  They wanted to leave this AM, but Rudy has a meeting tonight.  He will be gone from 6 until 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to take McBride to the Doctor.  I love my Grams, but I wish she would give me a little more than 12 hours notice.  Yowza.  We went to the "Liebarry" as Yin calles it.  They got some books ans did some coloring.  It was fun.  Yuri was out of school due to Teachers Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri is VERY big into Accelerated Reading.  He has been reading and testing like Mad to get to 75 points for a Pizza party.  That means he would have to get a perfect on 150 books.  Well, he can only test so many times per day, but last week he tested 5 times in one day!  He said "I'm trying really hard."  He read during all the free times and tested during recess since they can't go outside and the GYM is for the big kids PE.   He is curretly at 43 points.  I went to his teacher to ask about the AR program, and in his class his teacher only has 32 AR books that are in her room all the time.  The other AR books are on a moving cart that they access only one time per day. I can't believe how few books they have, and honestly, some of them are so old.  I am on a mission to find some AR books for his class to donate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the books are not in their AR system.  They need new quizzes, but the software is $$$$.  I can't afford that, but maybe I can get some more things to help her out.  I was told by  a group of ladies, that "Teachers don't want you to buy for the classroom at Christmas, they want gifts for themselves."  Seems to me you can only have so many lotion sets, but what do I know.  I think they would be glad to get stuff for their class. Espicially, since they are new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.... Yuri is is the 2nd grade 7th month, and he is reading consistantly at 3rd grade 8th month.   AKA:  Higher level than his daddy!  Just kidding, but Rudy doesn't like to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to finish cleaning so we can buzz out of her.  Have a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coupon today, but I sure that I will find on for Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-4687387569507529222?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4687387569507529222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=4687387569507529222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4687387569507529222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/4687387569507529222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/travel-plans.html' title='Travel plans'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-3109390890755382555</id><published>2007-03-01T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:04:33.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/quiz/greysdiagnosis/index"&gt;http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/quiz/greysdiagnosis/index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Miranda Bailey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-3109390890755382555?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3109390890755382555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=3109390890755382555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3109390890755382555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/3109390890755382555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/greys-fun.html' title='Grey&apos;s Fun!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-54794598423546083</id><published>2007-03-01T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:02:48.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazer is GONE!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the Blazer is gone!!!  We will use the extra money to pay on something else.  I am glad we will no longer be paying insurance for 4 vehicles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-54794598423546083?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/54794598423546083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=54794598423546083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/54794598423546083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/54794598423546083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/blazer-is-gone.html' title='Blazer is GONE!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-9093641145380259091</id><published>2007-03-01T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:22:54.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye, Baby, Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>Well, I think that my brother may have sold our Blazer.  We really do not need it, and I can use the money to pay on something else.... So  keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good car, and made many Geocaching trips.  I did enjoy the 4-Wheel drive especially in the winter when I worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am babysitting for my nephew, and while I LOVE him.  He is the ulitmate mess maker, and he wants to be held all the time which makes Yin MAD.  WOWZA!   I don't know how farmwife does it with two at home all the time and soon to be three.  Yin has done much better this week sharing with him.  I put gates up everywhere and moved the ottoman and coffee table so he has to stay in the livingroom or Yin's room.  It seems to have helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may try to visit NeNe and Papaw How this weekend.  We have not been there since Dec 30th, and we are all ready to go!!!  8 weeks is too long.  I hope that the kids don't wear her out as Needle and Pilot said that she needed frequent naps.  If we don't go this weekend, we will go on the 17th weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-9093641145380259091?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/9093641145380259091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=9093641145380259091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9093641145380259091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/9093641145380259091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye-baby-bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye, Baby, Bye Bye'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-2104743221604448118</id><published>2007-03-01T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:15:58.320-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheapo depot'/><title type='text'>Another Coupon</title><content type='html'>I know that most of you don't order from here, but here is a code for FREE shipping at American Girl.    The code is:  A373785&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here is a $15 off $30 dollar purchase thru paypal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://paypal.promotionexpert.com/greatshopping/signup/200702/misc_s.html?route=misc.s"&gt;https://paypal.promotionexpert.com/greatshopping/signup/200702/misc_s.html?route=misc.s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone can use them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-2104743221604448118?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2104743221604448118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=2104743221604448118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2104743221604448118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/2104743221604448118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-coupon.html' title='Another Coupon'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-8501381788863419965</id><published>2007-02-28T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:42:38.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the lumpdy-lump?</title><content type='html'>I have been busy today cleaning out Yin's closet for the next season.  She has ALOT of clothes.  I used to have alot, but I must admit girls clothes are my weekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is AI and LOST, I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, for some reason I am still tired, I can't seem to get some pep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE BE TMI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also I have found a small lump on hindend cheek?  I go to a doctor that I worked with as a friend for 3 years, and I told him I would never go to him for something that involved me taking down my pants.  SOOOO.....   I asked my resident medic...  aka Pilot only ASKED.  His eyes would burn out if he had to see my fat behind.   He gave me some ideas, but I am going to keep watch on it for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-8501381788863419965?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8501381788863419965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=8501381788863419965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8501381788863419965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/8501381788863419965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-lumpdy-lump.html' title='Do the lumpdy-lump?'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-6454913384690960325</id><published>2007-02-28T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:34:51.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheapo depot'/><title type='text'>EBATES- Rocks</title><content type='html'>I told several people about Ebates at Christmas. It is a company that you go to and earn money back on purchased. They have 1000's of stores, GAP, KOHLS, Target, Tiger Direct, Spirit Halloween, Dicks Sporting Goods (we just got some disney crocs), Overstock,   and they always have all the current coupons and %'s off dicounts that are available at that store. Some stores don't offer percents back, but at least you have the code and coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got my money two weeks ago. I got back $89.14 depostited into my paypal. Not to bad on things that we were going to purchase anyway. I even got some money with my friend Julia signed up under me. She got her check mailed to her for $42.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fee and right now is double enrollment. So here is my link to enroll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/doublebonusoffer/index.htm?promotion_code=DBOSU10&amp;id=31521330"&gt;http://www.ebates.com/doublebonusoffer/index.htm?promotion_code=DBOSU10&amp;amp;id=31521330&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start getting money back all you do is find the store you want to buy from and click on it. It takes you there thru a tracking link and make your purchase. The money back will show up in your account with 1 to 14 days, but I have noticed that it usually shows up when the item ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have $23.00 for next time. (We joined netflix and got back 18.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I am cheap hopefully some of you are too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-6454913384690960325?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6454913384690960325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=6454913384690960325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6454913384690960325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/6454913384690960325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/ebates-rocks.html' title='EBATES- Rocks'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-1397907198041302030</id><published>2007-02-27T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:43:45.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cynical!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Cynical!!  Hope you have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little something for everyone.  2 free movies, popcorn, and 2 sodas from Blockbuster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsagames.com/Coupon.pdf"&gt;http://www.wsagames.com/Coupon.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-1397907198041302030?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/1397907198041302030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=1397907198041302030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1397907198041302030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/1397907198041302030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-cynical.html' title='Happy Birthday Cynical!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-715325887176031877</id><published>2007-02-26T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:56:41.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek HELP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have been forced to watch Enterprise for the last few weeks. In the current episode there are a bunch of Klingons.... and what do they look like???? THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:72Hokpy5Dp-W1M:http://www.mc.edu/campus/users/swhitfie/klingon-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:72Hokpy5Dp-W1M:http://www.mc.edu/campus/users/swhitfie/klingon-lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:TsNLEqBEsHIW5M:http://mason.gmu.edu/~smorris2/feed/images/klingon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See big wrinkled forehead... However...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enterprise is supposed to take place a few maybe 50 years after Zephram Cochrane... Yes, I am an NERD... Anyway, in the original Star Trek Klingons looked like this...&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:_VwE2k6rigA-LM:http://www.danhausertrek.com/AnimatedSeries/Kor_Big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:_VwE2k6rigA-LM:http://www.danhausertrek.com/AnimatedSeries/Kor_Big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A REGULAR MAN.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I would not be making a big deal of this but the Orignal Star Trek took place at least 200 years after Enterprise. I watched DS9. I saw them go back on the Trouble with Tribbles and the people said the Klingons were there and the crew looked around condfused. Someone pointed out the Klingons and they all looked at Worf, who I LOVE, anywho.... back on track... They all look at Worf and were like WHAT happened???? He said it is not something we like to talk about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can they look like the new Klingons and then the old Klingons and then the new? And not be in order. Did the makers of Enterprise really think that no one would notice this?? I am not the brightest Star Trek fan, and I noticed Immediately. Maybe some of the really smart trekkies can help me out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH!!! Early B'day to Cynical!! We have a present that I was supposed to mail out last week. Hope you b'day is a great one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-715325887176031877?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/715325887176031877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=715325887176031877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/715325887176031877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/715325887176031877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/star-trek-help.html' title='Star Trek HELP!!!!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-5215396121182743121</id><published>2007-02-26T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:08:54.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>Well for most of the weekend I was sick with the yuckies coming from both ends.  Yeah, I know Too Much Information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I was feeling a little better and took Yin and Yuri to Burger King.  We ate lunch and then played in the play area.  There is no ball pit, so that makes me happy.  I told them that they could play for 15 minutes, then 10 mintues, then 5 minutes, and then at 1 minute.  Yin decided she wanted to go down the slide.  Well, it is a little too big for her to climb up in, but Yuri being the big helper that he is, he lifted her.  She loved being in the tunnels and slide down the slide FAST!  She just giggled and wanted to do it again.  It appeared to be raining. I said, no, we were going to Wal-mart.  I went outside and it was freezing rain, sleet balls... So we went home.  Within a few hours all the fields around us were flooded, and the water was over the road.  I was sure that we needed to build an Ark.  It howled and blew!!  WoW!  Talk about storm of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, everyone was well and we finally we to the grocery store.  We had 2 gallons of expired milk.  One had  1/8th left it was Chocolate, and one had 1/4th left and it was white.  Yuri had to use Princess Milk aka Pink Milk for his cereal.  No one felt well enough to use the milk, and I DO NOT drink Milk.  Further, all expired products are thrown away immediately for fear of bad eggs.   We went to Wal-mart and got most of the stuff, then we went to eat Chinese. It was kind of a waste, no one ate much, except Yin who loves her "lice" aka rice.   Then off to Save-A-lot for can goods.  Why is creamed corn $.49 cents at Wal-Mart and only $.39 at S-A-L? This is where I get almost all my canned goods, they are much cheaper... Usually.   After that we made a quick stop at Buehlars for soda for Rudy, and then we were home to unload an entire van full of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a very uneventful weekend. I did finish reading my new JD Robb, murder mystery, but that was about it.  Hope everyone had a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-5215396121182743121?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5215396121182743121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=5215396121182743121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5215396121182743121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/5215396121182743121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-117163548038441450</id><published>2007-02-16T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:18:00.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A night or two away</title><content type='html'>Tonight we are travelling to the work home of Needlefingers with our best pals Hope and Mei Mei's daddy.  We are going to an International Students Dinner.  The theme is Chinese New year.  Last year Hope and I went to the Korea/Japanese dinner and it was great. They provide a meal and entertainment. Since we have someone special coming from China, I am ready to learn as much as I can about the country/culture.  We are also planning to attend the Korea/Japanese dinner again.  Needlefingers went out of her way to get us the tickets. So THANKS Needles!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the annual Sweethearts getaway sponsered by Rudy and MeiMei daddy's work.  We went last year and it was my first night away from Yin since her arrival.  This will be my second night away from her.  I am antsy.  Last year we drove the kids to KY to Nene's and Papa's for a sitter. This year my mom and dad are going to be watching the kids. Pray for a good night by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year proves to have plenty of fun.  Hope and MeiMei's daddy are going also.  These are my most favorite travel partners.  We have travelled on many short trips and a few long trips and as long as part of the group stay away from bag lettuce, we have a GREAT time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have several stores that Rudy and I plan to visit. I can hardly contain myself with the excitement of shopping child free.  No one asking for toys, books, or to go past the free food lady over and over and over again at Sam's.  Okay, no one asking if I can control Rudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We interrupt you regular scheduled broadcast for....  YIN peed in the potty.... This may contain TMI for some of you.   While on the potty, she began to pee.  We clapped, but then something in my mind clicked.  Push Yin! Push!  Then I saw something in her brain click.  She pushed she pottied!  She went three times last night, and managed to stay dry for 4 hours!  It is hyserical to see her try and pull up her panties. Can you say THONG, THONG, THONG...   If she could really get this going Pampers might go broke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-117163548038441450?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/117163548038441450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=117163548038441450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117163548038441450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117163548038441450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-or-two-away.html' title='A night or two away'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-117150546558495448</id><published>2007-02-14T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:11:05.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to everyone.  My hunny bunches of O's got me Milky Way bars.  They are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin and Yuri were home all day and I WILL NEVER HOMESCHOOL MY KIDS!  The are not big fighters, but today they fought until I sent them both to bed.  When they woke up we made Valentine's for Daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-117150546558495448?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/117150546558495448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=117150546558495448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117150546558495448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117150546558495448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-117073331202808307</id><published>2007-02-05T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:41:52.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: January 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Needing a good amount of downtime to recharge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Cobalt blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/21761932-117073331202808307?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/117073331202808307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=117073331202808307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117073331202808307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117073331202808307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/sooo-me.html' title='Sooo Me.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-117073291081178277</id><published>2007-02-05T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:35:10.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling with Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&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/21761932-117073291081178277?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/117073291081178277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=117073291081178277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117073291081178277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117073291081178277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/traveling-with-hope.html' title='Traveling with Hope'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-117063095802105653</id><published>2007-02-04T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:15:58.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:9zfCFC2p25jAEM:http://webgalaxe.com/sports/NFL/Colts/colts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:9zfCFC2p25jAEM:http://webgalaxe.com/sports/NFL/Colts/colts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big Colts fan, but my daddy loves the Bears. So the smack talking is about to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-117063095802105653?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/117063095802105653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=117063095802105653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117063095802105653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117063095802105653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-bowl-baby.html' title='Super Bowl BABY!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-117034181134785459</id><published>2007-02-01T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:31:32.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today....</title><content type='html'>This will probably be the only pic you ever see of me on my blog.  This was about 5 seconds after they placed Yin in my arms.  She is wearing a blue outfit becuase she threw up a few times on the plane, and this was one of the other kids outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3154/2204/1600/204963/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3154/2204/320/565574/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3154/2204/1600/467197/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3154/2204/320/865578/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Yuri meeting his sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin arrived with a Mohawk.  As we left the airport, I had her in a snuggly and a blanket over her head each time. I would look down to make sure that she was really here she would giggle.  Her giggle was the sweetest sound.  We placed here in the car and she just looked and looked at Yuri all the way out of Chicago she kept her eyes on him.   I wonder if she had ever seen other kids.  I know she had probably never seen a little kid like Yuri- Ukrainian.  Hee Hee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri could make her laugh and smile like we never could.  Happy Gotcha Day to my little Yin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-117034181134785459?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/117034181134785459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=117034181134785459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117034181134785459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/117034181134785459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-years-ago-today.html' title='2 years ago today....'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116982312724906900</id><published>2007-01-26T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:50:13.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Present-</title><content type='html'>As it approaches my B'day and I become a year older than my dear Rudy, I have reflected back to what was my BEST b'day present.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 27, 2005...  I was driving on my way to work.  I was running late and Lisa had just called to ask if I wanted a Diet Coke.  I was at the 4-way stop in B'port and the phone rang.  Whose number is that?  My heart began to pound as my mind recognized the number.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  Brandy&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  I have some news for you.   (At this point my heart is beating out of my chest.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  You can pick you daughter up on Tuesday (at this point I am crying and have to pull of the road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I type this it brings tears to my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin has really been a blessing into our lives.  She is always keeps us on our toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going with Hope to the big city to the north.  We are going to look at yarn, used books, and scrapbooking stuff.   After that my mom is making me dinner of all my favorites Meatloaf, fried potatos, and lima beans.  I know I am weird. Then we are going to a wedding reception with the kids.   It will be a BUSY day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what happened to the rest of my post?/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116982312724906900?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116982312724906900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116982312724906900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116982312724906900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116982312724906900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-best-present_26.html' title='My Best Present-'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116977550310420016</id><published>2007-01-25T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:38:23.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So grateful she is NOT Twins.</title><content type='html'>I love Yin, but holy cow that girl has too much energy sometimes.  In the last 20 mintues, I found a chocolate cover long john that she "hide" under the couch pillow for later, cleaned up a bowl of Red Jello that she dumped in the floor, and then discovered that she had run off with the cleaning supplies!  YIKES!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has alot of extra engery today!  Yuri received his report card last week and he did very well his lowest grade was a 94 in reading and his highest was a 103 in Social Studies.  I was disappointed to see that our school does straight grades so if you get an A+, A, or A-... You get an A.  This is the same for the other letter grades.  I do not like this system at all.  Maybe if I was on the A- end I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin is still saying that she is ready to go school, but is showing very little interest in the potty. She will get it in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116977550310420016?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116977550310420016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116977550310420016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116977550310420016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116977550310420016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-grateful-she-is-not-twins.html' title='So grateful she is NOT Twins.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116966373644077475</id><published>2007-01-24T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:35:36.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What 4 letters are you?</title><content type='html'>Extroverted (E) 64.71% Introverted (I) 35.29%&lt;br /&gt;Sensing (S) 63.64% Intuitive (N) 36.36%&lt;br /&gt;Thinking (T) 65.63% Feeling (F) 34.38%&lt;br /&gt;Judging (J) 66.67% Perceiving (P) 33.33%&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--64.71 63.64 65.63 66.67--&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/estj.html"&gt;ESTJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -  "Administrator". Much in touch with the external environment. Very responsible. Pillar of strength. 8.7% of total population. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)&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/21761932-116966373644077475?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116966373644077475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116966373644077475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116966373644077475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116966373644077475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-4-letters-are-you.html' title='What 4 letters are you?'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116960760217183406</id><published>2007-01-23T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:11:06.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They have a quiz for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a giving soul. Way too giving in fact. You often get stuck doing the dirty work that no one else will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&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/21761932-116960760217183406?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116960760217183406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116960760217183406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116960760217183406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116960760217183406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/they-have-quiz-for-everything.html' title='They have a quiz for everything.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116908306080435098</id><published>2007-01-17T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:17:40.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 1996 Theme Song Is: Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour1996themesongquiz/breakfast.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I think I remember the film,&lt;br /&gt;And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour1996themesongquiz/"&gt;What's" Your 1996 Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did like this song in 1996.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116908306080435098?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116908306080435098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116908306080435098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116908306080435098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116908306080435098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-song.html' title='My song'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116900712535375689</id><published>2007-01-16T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:12:05.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Tonight</title><content type='html'>All in all, it seems that the parts they showed that the Judges seemed to have some restraint. Giving honest responses for their No's. Simon did not seem his normal self. There was the Good, the Bad, and the UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day and another city... We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116900712535375689?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116900712535375689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116900712535375689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116900712535375689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116900712535375689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol-tonight.html' title='American Idol Tonight'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116899110190191335</id><published>2007-01-16T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:45:01.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's the NIGHT!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  American Idol starts tonight!!!!   Are you ready Cynical?  I know that not many people share our love for the American Idol.  Yuri is beside himself with excitement and demanded that I turn it on now!  Silly boy knows that you have to wait for shows to come on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy has his first offical Meeting tonight, so I am home with the Demons... I mean, wonderul child that I have been blessed with.   Today I went thru Yin's closet and put away most of the super heavy winter stuff.  Yeah, on the closet day of the winter so far??? I also put up all of her summer stuff.  She has the BEST closet in our whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask did I do this now???  I needed her to try on all of last years summer to see if it fit or not so that I can sell it on ebay.   The end of January and month of February are the BEST times for her nicer summer items.   The stuff that is okay is going either to the Garage Sale or in my Garage Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri was home sick again today fever and vomiting. I only have one sick one unlike Farmwife.  Pray for her and her kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are enjoying Star Trek Voyager. I know, I know, but Janeway kicks butt!  She is by far the most superior Captain on ANY of the shows!!   Could be because she is a WOMAN.  Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Trekkies, who is your favotire Character Man and Woman.    I bet there are a lot of 7 of 9 fans out there.  Right boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine are Q and B'Ellana Torres.   I told Rudy we should have name Yin B'Ellana.  I have taken to calling her that and she will say "No, me Yin."  Which is funny since real name is pretty close to B'Ellana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT DOWN TO IDOL ....Well I was going to put a really cool free timer here, but NOPE! I can't find one that won't take me an hour to figure out how to use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116899110190191335?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116899110190191335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116899110190191335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116899110190191335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116899110190191335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/tonights-night.html' title='Tonight&apos;s the NIGHT!!!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116865198404679911</id><published>2007-01-12T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:33:04.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I love Mrs. Bennet!</title><content type='html'>She has the BEST lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000383/"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Mama, you mistake Mr. Darcy's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0824102/"&gt;Mrs. Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Do I? Do I? He seems to think the country nothing at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000383/"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0824102/"&gt;Mrs. Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: "Confined!" "Unvarying!" I would have him know we dine with four-and-twenty families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bennet: "And Jane was SO admired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0824102/"&gt;Mrs. Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, fetch my smelling salts, I feel my faintness coming on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0824102/"&gt;Mrs. Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Did you ever meet such a proud, disagreeable man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000383/"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: The very rich can afford to give offense wherever they go. We need not care for his good opinion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0824102/"&gt;Mrs. Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: No, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000383/"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Perhaps he is not so handsome after all...?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0824102/"&gt;Mrs. Bennet&lt;/a&gt;: Indeed not. Quite ill-favored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love her! Her personality cracks me up! She is the Ultimate Drama Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, Rudy is off with Ed doing some caching in the rain.  Ever since I took the quiz all I have wanted to watch is Pride and Prejudice.  Yuri asked "What is it rated?  Are there any fight scences?"  Yes, but now what he is thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy is such a snot at the dance, but alas, I love him still.   Well only four more hours or so until Mr. Darcy dives into the lake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!  Now if I just had some ice cream right now would be a perfect moment in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116865198404679911?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116865198404679911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116865198404679911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116865198404679911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116865198404679911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-i-love-mrs-bennet.html' title='How I love Mrs. Bennet!'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116862241866376034</id><published>2007-01-12T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:20:18.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole from Farmwife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: rgb(0, 102, 179); color: white;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; text-align: center; font-size: 14px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 2px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; font-weight:  bold; line-height: 180%; text-decoration: underline;" href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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/21761932-116862241866376034?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116862241866376034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116862241866376034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116862241866376034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116862241866376034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/stole-from-farmwife_116862241866376034.html' title='Stole from Farmwife.'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116855278745859600</id><published>2007-01-11T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:59:47.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/elinor.jpg" width="200" height="300" border="0" alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Elinor Dashwood of Sense &amp; Sensibility! You are practical, circumspect, and discreet. Though you are tremendously sensible and allow your head to rule, you have a deep, emotional side that few people often see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Rotten Hope was Elizabeth Bennet!   I LOVE Mr. Darcy..... Go crazy girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761932-116855278745859600?l=brandosbloggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/116855278745859600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761932&amp;postID=116855278745859600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116855278745859600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761932/posts/default/116855278745859600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandosbloggings.blogspot.com/2007/01/jane-austen.html' title='Jane Austen'/><author><name>Brando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484829876321680096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.avatars.yahoo.com/users/1M9Rghp1PAAEBOQFEuAxpAk4A==.medium.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761932.post-116848199013671992</id><published>2007-01-10T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:19:50.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my ABC back!</title><content type='html'>Well last week Rudy was scrolling thru the channels and I saw ABC. I cannot tell you how happy I am to have my ABC back.  I enjoy several shows on ABC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post of other news, but I have NONE.  My life is so very boring.  I must admit that I am getting a little stir crazy.  I have only been out of the house for a few hours since Saturday.  Tomorrow Yin and I are getting out, if only to go for a short drive.  Maybe that will lift my spirits some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is clean and all of the laundry is done.  I have been reading some books by Erica Spindler. They are pretty good and usually scare the beGeebees out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I babysat for only Nephew.  Yin did not want to share and all he wanted was to climb on everything.  He is a very happy baby and at almost 8 months has much more control over motor functions.  Yin could hardly stay in a sitting postion at this age. I am not sure about Yuri at 7 months, but he could sit and crawl when we got him.   I bet only Nephew will be walking soon and then his parents will be doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy has two overnight trips not work trips fun trips planned in the next few months.  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