<?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-3127711447160736612</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:16:54.551-07:00</updated><category term='s'/><title type='text'>Deal With It Girls Rule!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3313676152986346606</id><published>2009-12-31T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:57:18.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Szzl7-0No0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/k72x_ICU1ts/s1600-h/celebratethenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SzOauzR_e7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/cSJtkmqhTAk/s320/christmasyippee.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418844905487170482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4439069401001986241?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4439069401001986241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4439069401001986241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4439069401001986241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4439069401001986241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SzOauzR_e7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/cSJtkmqhTAk/s72-c/christmasyippee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-623830956701435974</id><published>2009-08-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:21:40.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Moves on Some More</title><content type='html'>Another year comes and goes, this one leaving you 15 years old. How can that be? Fifteen years you brought me into the world of Motherhood and we haven't looked back since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year brings the start of high school. Which scares me to death. I'm not ready for you to venture into the world of high school but it is coming no matter what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the loveliest smile that lights up a room and your sisters adore you so much. When you're gone in the summer to visit your Dad/Step Mom/3 other sisters they are lost without you. I have found them crying for you many times. You guys love to fight and argue but then I see the moments of love, hugs, snuggles and kisses I know all is right in our little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a genuine and loving person. You always think of others as much as you do of yourself. You don't think twice of getting something for someone else when you have some money in your pocket. If you only knew how much my heart melts when you say here Mom I bought you a Lime Crush because I know it's your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays have become you day to cook supper, it started when I worked this past spring and you cooked supper for your Daddy and sisters. It stuck, even after I was done work. The maturity I've seen develop in you the last year or so has left me in awe. Awe that I have helped you become who you are today. I am proud to be called your Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday my beautiful Morgyn. You are truly a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sog9Ndql0fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Z-ZdXElzFLs/s1600-h/morgyn1FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sog9Ndql0fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Z-ZdXElzFLs/s320/morgyn1FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370609857150177778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sog9NIiXvJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_hUcpPHs6iA/s1600-h/MorgynFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sog9NIiXvJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_hUcpPHs6iA/s320/MorgynFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370609851478555794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-623830956701435974?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/623830956701435974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=623830956701435974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/623830956701435974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/623830956701435974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-moves-on-some-more.html' title='Time Moves on Some More'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sog9Ndql0fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Z-ZdXElzFLs/s72-c/morgyn1FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1592218981834702788</id><published>2009-07-02T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:07:01.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Needed</title><content type='html'>So I really need to start walking. It's been on the to-do list for awhile now and summers here so what better time. My plan is to get up and go out for an hour when my DH gets home from work in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the help part. I want to make an up beat play list that has some fast paced music to make me want to get out and get moving, I need some suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sk1nn4Z44aI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZZQyqLd4z2k/s1600-h/walk_logo_comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sk1nn4Z44aI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZZQyqLd4z2k/s320/walk_logo_comp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354049466866917794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1592218981834702788?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1592218981834702788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1592218981834702788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1592218981834702788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1592218981834702788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-needed.html' title='Help Needed'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Sk1nn4Z44aI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZZQyqLd4z2k/s72-c/walk_logo_comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3706871995813331717</id><published>2009-07-01T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:40:55.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SkuRYdMBw1I/AAAAAAAAAac/xcbhsy36MWc/s1600-h/canada.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SkuRYdMBw1I/AAAAAAAAAac/xcbhsy36MWc/s320/canada.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353532431397929810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone.  Enjoy this time with your famillies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-3706871995813331717?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3706871995813331717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3706871995813331717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3706871995813331717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3706871995813331717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-wonderful-day-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SkuRYdMBw1I/AAAAAAAAAac/xcbhsy36MWc/s72-c/canada.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8417543957368900918</id><published>2009-06-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:01:05.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost missed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Jillian. Today you are 4 years old. The time has gone so fast since we welcomed you into our arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just finished your 1st year of pre-school and you enjoyed it so much, you had a fantastic teacher and teacher's helper. How you longed for every day to be Monday and Wednesday. It is bittersweet that I send you back this fall, knowing the outcome will lead you to kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have become quite the little soccer player, picking up some tips from your big sister Kamryn. One day a week doesn't seem to be enough for you at times. You love to get out and kick the ball, and love it even more when you can come home and call Daddy and Nanny to share your goals of the evening. You and your little friend Isabella are so cute to watch on the field picking each other up when you "fall" you guys definitely deserve the sportsmanship award for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have started to show such a little personality. You have a stubborn streak a mile long and have no fear in "fighting" for what you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You loved your pink icing and purple sprinkle cake we had tonight and are itching to try out your new scooter and bike. My favorite gift was your Cabbage Patch Kid Morgyn and I found named Jillian Reina, a 2 year search came to and end when we found it 2 weeks ago. Yaaaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday my sweet little girl. I love you more than you can imagine my Bug;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SjsatCsryGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-c8gP08DtZY/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348898343553321058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SjsatCsryGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-c8gP08DtZY/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8417543957368900918?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8417543957368900918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8417543957368900918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8417543957368900918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8417543957368900918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-missed-it.html' title='Almost missed it'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SjsatCsryGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-c8gP08DtZY/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8851932141472944220</id><published>2009-05-29T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:29:59.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kamryn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBd-udFaXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rf7Br6L-Lrc/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372490264701298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBd-udFaXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rf7Br6L-Lrc/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is on her last night as a 7 year old. I snuck in after she fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight years ago today our lives were blessed with this sweet girl. What a joy she is, such a kind, compassionate, caring, friendly, smart and loving girl (I can toot my own DD's horn right?). This girl of mine is so much like me in some ways, she is a sensitive soul and doesn't bat an eyelash when the tears come when she is watching a show or a movie. She is so like her Dad in many ways too, she looks just like him and she has some ways that are not exactly lady like which she definately got from Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamryn is a reader, never far is a book from her hand. I love to see her engrossed in a book, I love when we read together (we're reading the Little House on the Prairie books at the moment). Her word recognition is beyond her Gr 2 level and it shows in her reading immensly, she works so hard every week to study for her spelling test and enjoys school very much. She has lucked into some awesome teachers in her 1st 3 years of school and I am so grateful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBgJJxZI6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ubkR8_ZlnnM/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341374868419584930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBgJJxZI6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ubkR8_ZlnnM/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just before school this morning, it was sports day so she wore her soccer uniform.  We're having a little celebration tonight and tomorrow is dinner and maybe a movie.  Love you my girl.  xoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBhecBLXcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xo8kwOstD7s/s1600-h/th_17.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376333606510018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBhecBLXcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xo8kwOstD7s/s320/th_17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8851932141472944220?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8851932141472944220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8851932141472944220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8851932141472944220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8851932141472944220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-kamryn.html' title='Happy Birthday Kamryn'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SiBd-udFaXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rf7Br6L-Lrc/s72-c/IMG_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8225155831910817588</id><published>2009-05-27T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:25:05.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a 2</title><content type='html'>This is a fun little game that my friend Wendy posted. It has NO TAGGING ... DON'T WORRY. It's safe to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you find your number:&lt;br /&gt;Add your birth date, your month, and your four digit birth year.&lt;br /&gt;That will equal a four digit number.Add those four digits together. That will equal a two digit number.&lt;br /&gt;Add those two digits together. That's your number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my example:&lt;br /&gt;1 + 7 + 1974 = 1982&lt;br /&gt;1 + 9 + 8 + 2 = 2o&lt;br /&gt;2 + 0= 2&lt;br /&gt;Your Birth Number : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your "personality type" based on your number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Originator&lt;/strong&gt; : 1's are originals. Coming up with new ideas and executing them is natural. Having things their own way is another trait that gets them labeled as being stubborn and arrogant. 1's are extremely honest and do well to learn some diplomacy skills. They like to take the initiative and are often leaders or bosses, as they like to be the best. Being self-employed is definitely helpful for them. Lesson to learn: Others' ideas might be just as good or better and to stay open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. The Peacemaker : 2's are the born diplomats. They are aware of others' needs and moods and often think of others before themselves. Naturally analytical and very intuitive they don't like to be alone. Friendship and companionship is very important and can lead them to be successful in life, but on the other hand they'd rather be alone than in an uncomfortable relationship. Being naturally shy they should learn to boost their self-esteem and express themselves freely and seize the moment and not put things off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The Life of the Party&lt;/strong&gt; : 3's are idealists. They are very creative, social, charming, romantic, and easygoing. They start many things, but don't always see them through. They like others to be happy and go to great lengths to achieve it. They are very popular and idealistic. They should learn to see the world from a more realistic point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The Conservative&lt;/strong&gt; :4's are sensible and traditional. They like order and routine. They only act when they fully understand what they are expected to do. They like getting their hands dirty and working hard. They are attracted to the outdoors and feel an affinity with nature. They are prepared to wait and can be stubborn and persistent. They should learn to be more flexible and to be nice to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;The Nonconformist&lt;/strong&gt; : 5's are the explorers. Their natural curiosity, risk taking, and enthusiasm often lands them in hot water. They need diversity, and don't like to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learning possibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are well advised to look before they take action and make sure they have all the facts before jumping to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;The Romantic&lt;/strong&gt; : 6's are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. A strong family connection is important to them. Their emotions influence their decisions. They have a strong urge to take care of others and to help. They are very loyal and make great teachers. They like art or music. They make loyal friends who take the friendship seriously. 6's should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;The Intellectual&lt;/strong&gt; : 7's are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don't sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don't like to be questioned themselves. They're never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what not in the world at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;The Big Shot&lt;/strong&gt; : 8's are the problem solvers. They are professional, blunt and to the point, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grandiose plans and like to live the good life. They are take charge people. They view people objectively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss. They should learn to base their decisions on their own needs rather than on what others want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;The Performer&lt;/strong&gt; : 9's are natural entertainers. They are very caring and generous, giving away their last dollar to help. With their charm they have no problem making friends and nobody is a stranger to them. They have so many different personalities that people around them have a hard time understanding them. They are like chameleons, ever changing and blending in. They have tremendous luck, but also can suffer from extremes in fortune and mood. To be successful they need to build a loving foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #2 is surprisingly accurate.  Have a go at it and see if your # is you leave me a comment and let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8225155831910817588?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8225155831910817588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8225155831910817588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8225155831910817588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8225155831910817588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-2.html' title='I&apos;m a 2'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4180872063288191234</id><published>2009-05-22T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:29:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Years</title><content type='html'>Today is a celebration of 11 years. &lt;br /&gt;11 years of : 1 much loved already born daughter&lt;br /&gt;                      2 more beautiful daughters&lt;br /&gt;                      3 homes lived in&lt;br /&gt;                      4 the Angel baby we've mourned the loss of&lt;br /&gt;                      5 different companies worked for&lt;br /&gt;                      6 weeks of time we use to have spend apart&lt;br /&gt;                      7 days of the week that sometimes aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;                      8 x 6 the number of months we've lived here and survived&lt;br /&gt;                      9 bazillions ways I love you&lt;br /&gt;                      10 hours a night we miss you when you're at work&lt;br /&gt;                      11 years I wouldn't trade for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to my love.  These have been the best years of my life and I look forward to the next 11 and 11 after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4180872063288191234?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4180872063288191234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4180872063288191234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4180872063288191234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4180872063288191234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-years.html' title='11 Years'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6579749111908242236</id><published>2009-05-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:35:11.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it's cold!</title><content type='html'>Spring,  hmmmm what's that?  It seems we're not destined to have spring this year.  We've had nice days +19  and really that is a nice day,  but when it drops to close to 0 the next day and you have to turn your heat back on in May it makes me cranky.  The plus,  Kamryns U8 all girls team soccer game was cancelled on Tuesday.  Seems the U8 boys team still had to play.  All I can say is this parent appreciated not having to stand outside on Tuesday in the freezing,   cold,  howling wind.   Ya I'm a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being a Manitoban at heart this weather shouldn't really surprise me.   I remember many a May long weekend bundle up in winter clothes sitting beside the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to convince Jillian that it's not really dress weather,  the girl is in a I LOVE DRESSES mode.  It is so funny.  Everyday when she gets up it's "can I wear a dress Mommy?"  You know it's a true obsessesion when she talks about dresses in her sleep,  which she does or so I discovered at 4am the other morning after she had climbed into bed with us.  Funny kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice Mother's Day,  we had a b-b-que with my Aunt and cousins.  An overall nice quiet day,  my favorite kind.  We also had our 1st batch of Santa Fe salad of the year!  Mmmmmm I love me some Santa Fe salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family made sure I had cards and all the fun stuff that goes with Mother's Day.  Here is  the card I received from my kitty Piper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Mother's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the Cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice lady pets me&lt;br /&gt;Scoops the poop out of my box&lt;br /&gt;I call her mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Mother's day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,  the Cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy did I giggle,  Carlton Cards made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6579749111908242236?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6579749111908242236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6579749111908242236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6579749111908242236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6579749111908242236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-its-cold.html' title='Damn it&apos;s cold!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2324817287412641214</id><published>2009-05-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:15:48.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SgY4EIB6teI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pvPPhEVvUuM/s1600-h/mothersdaySupermom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334012452193088994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SgY4EIB6teI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pvPPhEVvUuM/s320/mothersdaySupermom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mom, especially on days like Mother's Day. It's days like this (one of many) that always makes me wonder why I agreed to moving. I'm so glad I have my girls with me, they truly make the days worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2324817287412641214?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2324817287412641214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2324817287412641214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2324817287412641214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2324817287412641214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-my-mom-especially-on-days-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SgY4EIB6teI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pvPPhEVvUuM/s72-c/mothersdaySupermom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-817999855765305736</id><published>2009-05-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:53:59.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REMISSION</title><content type='html'>It's a word with many meanings. Do we think about these meanings. I myself not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;re·mis·sion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;A)The act of remitting.&lt;br /&gt;B)A condition or period in which something is remitted.&lt;br /&gt;C)Medicine Abatement or subsiding of the symptoms of a disease.&lt;br /&gt;D)The period during which the symptoms of a disease abate or subside.&lt;br /&gt;E)Release, as from a debt, penalty, or obligation.&lt;br /&gt;F)Forgiveness; pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a natural instinct to ignore the word remission in it's true meaning? That the problem it doesn't really go away? That it will likely come back again and possible again and again after that? That it can be a very short remission, like a year and then someone you love is faced with the battle once again. The battle to fight the dreaded "C" word since you are no longer in "remission". Cancer is not a kind word it,  I think affects more people that it doesn't. Don't we all know someone that has had cancer?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted about a friend that was battling Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia APL (I've tried to link the post but still not sure if I've figured it out it was posted Aug 13/07 since I don't tink the link thingy worked)&lt;a href="http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/cancer-you-suck-ass.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of a week ago this past Friday the fight was back on. A wonky blood test resulted in a Bone Marrow Biopsy a fast result and bam back in the hospital for chemo the following day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is where my misunderstanding of the word remission comes in. I mean don't they do chemo to kill the cancer so it doesn't come back? Isn't that what all the evil drugs,  the losing your hair,  the throwing up,  the feeling like you are at deaths door are about?  To KILL THE CANCER?? But then I guess that would be a cure and there isn't really a cure for cancer is there? Well atleast not that they tell us,  is there money in a cure?  Likely not as much as in the treatments provided (but that is a discussion for another day)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bubble was bursted when the real meaning of "remission" was kindly pointed out to me by my Mom (thank you by the way as I was clueless, really I was).  I really did think that when you went into remission it wasn't going to come back,  ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here now 14 hours away from my life long friend and all I can offer her is phone calls of support,  my love and I don't know.  It is times like this that being away from home really sucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my friend Jennifer and her family as she battles this round of APL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-817999855765305736?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/817999855765305736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=817999855765305736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/817999855765305736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/817999855765305736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/remission.html' title='REMISSION'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4768051187563169798</id><published>2009-05-01T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:02:05.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all us bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SfvTGJg5X-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/C2ro-ywHj4w/s1600-h/pickles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SfvTGJg5X-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/C2ro-ywHj4w/s320/pickles.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331086686509686754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in my paper today, did it ever make me giggle (the image can be made bigger if you click on it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real post to come when I'm over this damn cold, ugh I fell terrible it's been a long week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4768051187563169798?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4768051187563169798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4768051187563169798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4768051187563169798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4768051187563169798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-all-us-bloggers.html' title='For all us bloggers'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SfvTGJg5X-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/C2ro-ywHj4w/s72-c/pickles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5942073493335049488</id><published>2009-04-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:05:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really April 24</title><content type='html'>I guess it really is, I almost fell off my chair when I saw my last post was Jan 2!! Ummm wow. I have been stuck in a rut of do I really have anything exciting to say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been going on?? Lets see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt; - I turned 35&lt;br /&gt;- my DH turned 40 and I threw him a little surprise party, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- it was pretty dang cold this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt; - I started back to work at the Full House Lottery, which I did last year for the 1st time. I love getting a little paycheck every 2 weeks. I like being valued for the work I do there.&lt;br /&gt;- my sister and her family lost everything they had in an apartment fire, thankfully they all got out safely.&lt;br /&gt;- registered K &amp; J for soccer, can't wait til it starts well except the days K &amp; J overlap and DH is working nights and gone by then. We had it so easy the last couple of years LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- still pretty dang cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March &lt;/strong&gt; - still working the weekends plus Monday. I love coming home to dinner on the table, my DH is the best. &lt;br /&gt;- my teenager is the best for watching her sisters for me on Mondays till I get home and for cooking supper for her Dad and sisters the Mondays I work. She has matured so much.&lt;br /&gt;- registered the teenager for high school!! Yup already. There were so many options to choose from we got a headache, man if I had been so lucky when I went to high school and just when you think you have it all down pat we have "the three" BAM we needed to choose 3 more alternatives "just in case". &lt;br /&gt;- the snow starts to melt, it disappears quite fast. &lt;br /&gt;- then comes back and disappears again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt; - still working (yah I'm loving it LOL)&lt;br /&gt;- a dear family friend passes away, quite peacefully at the age of 86. He is reunited with his Norma. RIP Peter.&lt;br /&gt;- found the "shoes" to go with Morgyn's grad dress the girl is seriously obsessed, it's so cute. &lt;br /&gt;- have had some lovely days, and then some not so lovely days. Mother Nature is kinda confused it seems. But being a Manitoba girl at heart you learn to be prepared and you don't pack away the winter stuff because well Alberta seems to me mirroring Manitoba alot lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my little world in a nutshell.  Will try and keep up with my sadly neglected blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5942073493335049488?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5942073493335049488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5942073493335049488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5942073493335049488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5942073493335049488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-really-april-24.html' title='Is it really April 24'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-838817551057402996</id><published>2009-01-02T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:31:40.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Begins Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SV7cDt3dIWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/kRv8wgKLXvA/s1600-h/happynewyear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SV7cDt3dIWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/kRv8wgKLXvA/s320/happynewyear.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286904968989450594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We survived the holidays at our house. The last 2 weeks have been so busy it finally caught up to me and I've been the "Nap Queen" the last 2 days. Luckily Bruce was home and entertained the girls while I slugged away sleeping, he is such a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice quiet New Year's we dined on veggies and dip, cheese and crackers, pickles and olives with some meat. Yumm-O. Easy peasy and the girls loved it. We lit the basement up with candles, who needs a fireplace LOL (I would love one) and watched movies and drank wine. The kiddos even had a bottle of "wine" for themselves. Bliss I tell ya, we also munched on a taco dip I had made earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day we made scalloped potatoes and a ham. Yumm-O again LOL. I love scalloped potatoes loaded with onions, mmmmmm. Bruce does not so we made a plain boring one for him and the girls. We then watched the Fox and the Hound 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we've got another deep freeze going on, do I mind that I haven't been out of the house since Tuesday?? Not at all. Tomorrow morning the forecast is call for -41 with the windchill :-0 and then in the next breath it says +2 on Monday, which doesn't coincide with the weather station which says -7?? Weird. I'll take the +2 though. So tomorrow is turkey soup making day, ooooooh I can feel the warmth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your New Year's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-838817551057402996?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/838817551057402996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=838817551057402996' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/838817551057402996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/838817551057402996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-begins-another-year.html' title='And So Begins Another Year'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SV7cDt3dIWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/kRv8wgKLXvA/s72-c/happynewyear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5533167636971122190</id><published>2008-12-31T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:48:20.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am welcoming 2009 with open arms!  We're having a nice quiet evening at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5533167636971122190?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5533167636971122190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5533167636971122190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5533167636971122190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5533167636971122190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-i-for-one-am-welcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6883909183920845304</id><published>2008-12-24T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:19:27.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVMl4pLESAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TRSZ1VB8UkQ/s1600-h/x.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVMl4pLESAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TRSZ1VB8UkQ/s320/x.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608442890897410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our house to yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVMloH2uPII/AAAAAAAAAYk/06IHdiw0KRI/s1600-h/9FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVMloH2uPII/AAAAAAAAAYk/06IHdiw0KRI/s320/9FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608159069289602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6883909183920845304?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6883909183920845304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6883909183920845304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6883909183920845304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6883909183920845304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-our-house-to-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVMl4pLESAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TRSZ1VB8UkQ/s72-c/x.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8597852540203043847</id><published>2008-12-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:28:01.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVHkc6VCbsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/54tg7i-TENo/s1600-h/xmas_eve.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVHkc6VCbsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/54tg7i-TENo/s320/xmas_eve.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283255023227268802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8597852540203043847?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8597852540203043847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8597852540203043847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8597852540203043847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8597852540203043847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SVHkc6VCbsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/54tg7i-TENo/s72-c/xmas_eve.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-558579947917653215</id><published>2008-12-20T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:41:59.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Pretty Much Sums It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SU05ZEXv90I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fTtY8Z0IipE/s1600-h/ha+ha+ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SU05ZEXv90I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fTtY8Z0IipE/s320/ha+ha+ha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281941040808326978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold! So very cold -28C/-35C with the winchill. I thought I left this behind when we moved from Manitoba, temperatures hitting -50 with the windchill were not uncommon there. The winter before we moved here we had a month of -50 straight. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I thankful that there is no school for the next 2 weeks? Heck ya! We can "hibernate". I feel sorry for my heating bill, it's won't be pretty. I will likely need CPR after I open it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side? Only 5 more sleeps til Santa comes. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-558579947917653215?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/558579947917653215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=558579947917653215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/558579947917653215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/558579947917653215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-pretty-much-sums-it-up.html' title='This Pretty Much Sums It Up'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SU05ZEXv90I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fTtY8Z0IipE/s72-c/ha+ha+ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1423876393732404613</id><published>2008-12-15T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:58:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been lost</title><content type='html'>Lost in a world of Christmas decorating, shopping, baking, concerts, wrapping. The list never ends in December does it? We finally got our tree up last weekend. After we re-assembled and vacuumed our artificial tree (I wish we had taken a before and after picture as it really was a "Charlie Brown tree") we got to decorating. I love lights, the more the merrier in my eyes. So I'm on my side, Bruce is on his side and we are each doing our sides the way &lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;like it. Bruce pushes his lights into the tree, I like mine near the end of the branches. Can you imagine how that looked?? LOL. Interesting!  The kids just sat back, watched and laughed. There is nothing more relaxing to me that sitting in a room with just the tree lights on, I miss the real tree smell this year but the budget didn't allow for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUc_0q9PLTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DpWVNlHTYzE/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUc_0q9PLTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DpWVNlHTYzE/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280259262232079666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being the last week of school before Christmas Break we have concerts for Morgyn and Kamryn. Jillian has her "birthday" party at pre-school. Yup she's excited. This is Morgyns last concert, she has decided not to continue on in band next year. It makes her former band geek Momma kinda sad, but they grow up and make their decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my poor husband to the mall on Saturday for 3 very long hours. It's a good thing he loves me, I pushed my limits after hour 3 LOL. This is always a hard time of the year for me as I miss my shopping buddy, it was always my BFF and I out there at the weird hours shopping for our families etc. It's when I miss her the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUdBiu5fvCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rrQ5AUqGb0A/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUdBiu5fvCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rrQ5AUqGb0A/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280261153075739682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our Christmas cards a few weeks back, I usually just do the girls pictures. But this year Bruce and I joined in. We invited my Aunt over for a "photo shoot" and then I played with them on fhotoflexer. I love having a teenager who can show you how to do all these fun things. These were my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUdCyq331VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1ZUse7z4Lko/s1600-h/7FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUdCyq331VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1ZUse7z4Lko/s320/7FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280262526384723282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUdCyticYtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7EU4Y2KLJUI/s1600-h/9FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUdCyticYtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7EU4Y2KLJUI/s320/9FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280262527100150482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1423876393732404613?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1423876393732404613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1423876393732404613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1423876393732404613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1423876393732404613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-lost.html' title='I&apos;ve been lost'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SUc_0q9PLTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DpWVNlHTYzE/s72-c/IMG_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7200219535905170171</id><published>2008-11-07T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:57:05.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's in your playlist?</title><content type='html'>My favorite songs change quite often. I love to put on a good play list and get to cleaning. Here are my faves at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Womanizer&lt;/strong&gt;, Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Love Remains The Same&lt;/strong&gt;, Gavin Rossdale&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Troubador&lt;/strong&gt;, George Straight&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Hot and Cold&lt;/strong&gt;, Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Everybody Want To Go To Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;, Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;All Summer Long&lt;/strong&gt;, Kid Rock&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Better In Time&lt;/strong&gt;, Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Just Dance&lt;/strong&gt;, Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Disturbia&lt;/strong&gt;, Rhianna&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Love Story&lt;/strong&gt;, Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Last Dollar&lt;/strong&gt;, Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;strong&gt; I Kissed A Girl&lt;/strong&gt;, Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;She Never Cried In Front of Me&lt;/strong&gt;, Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Let It Go&lt;/strong&gt;, Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful You Are&lt;/strong&gt;, Deborah Cox&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Fly On the Wall&lt;/strong&gt;, Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;So What&lt;/strong&gt;, Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like an assortment of music.  &lt;br /&gt;So what are your favorite songs on your playlists these days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7200219535905170171?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7200219535905170171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7200219535905170171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7200219535905170171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7200219535905170171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-whats-in-your-playlist.html' title='So what&apos;s in your playlist?'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7736764969228718592</id><published>2008-11-04T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:56:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Fever</title><content type='html'>I have been bitten (no pun intended) by the Twilight fever that has been gripping one and all. Or at least it seems that way. I had never heard of the book until 2 weeks ago and my BFF said to me "You have got to get this book, it's awesome!" So on my last trip to Costco I headed on over to the book section and there it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SRD6p8RybcI/AAAAAAAAARM/nhq-e9wPdtQ/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SRD6p8RybcI/AAAAAAAAARM/nhq-e9wPdtQ/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264983562858425794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my hot little hands burned to get it home and start reading. It took a few days for me to actually get to start it, but Saturday was the day. I finished it yesterday. It was that captivating. Being sick helped, I had an excuse to laze on the couch and read amongst the coughing/sniffling/nose blowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Harry Potter mania has hit again. Except this story involves vampires, not wizards. I fought the urge to go online and "see" what the actors from the filmed looked like, I wanted to form an opinion in my mind first. I'm glad I did, they look like they should to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgyn has now taken over the book. Myself I need to get to the bookstore for the other books in the series, apparently I'm a few books behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7736764969228718592?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7736764969228718592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7736764969228718592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7736764969228718592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7736764969228718592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-fever.html' title='Twilight Fever'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SRD6p8RybcI/AAAAAAAAARM/nhq-e9wPdtQ/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1415479401004788522</id><published>2008-10-30T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:38:17.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I've been a bad blogger, good reader but bad blogger. This month has gone so fast! I think I'll plug Jillian, she has survived her 1st full month of pre-school and has done so well. She had her very first field trip to the Prairie Garden pumpkin patch on the big yellow school bus, which she absolutely loved. The look of delight on her face as the bus pulled out of the parking lot was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJSyV5r1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/QDE3uoWGxE4/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJSyV5r1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/QDE3uoWGxE4/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029332891774802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a puppet show to enjoy, a lunch, a walk thru of the labyrinth, of course farm animals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJTlDhiMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fEQc8LqW3RQ/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJTlDhiMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fEQc8LqW3RQ/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029346504902850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little pumpkin to take home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJUkHvUvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VKAuUZiNSUs/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJUkHvUvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VKAuUZiNSUs/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029363434017522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with Halloween tomorrow Jillian also had her 1st Halloween party. It was a big hit, as we walked home she told me "that was the best party". Too cute.  I found the her Snow White costume for dirt cheap,   $4 plus $6 for the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLTl99yNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pXTp0jME5SQ/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLTl99yNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pXTp0jME5SQ/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031545773279442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing the headless Scaregirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLT1dwWBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/64zWfQY1rmg/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLT1dwWBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/64zWfQY1rmg/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031549933148178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my witches hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLUOrn1AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ImU1Q_P2p8M/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLUOrn1AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ImU1Q_P2p8M/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031556702196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLUZ_Y_aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8u9BCQA7bFk/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoLUZ_Y_aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8u9BCQA7bFk/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031559737900450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the big day tomorrow the girls are exctied,  costumes are ready to go.  Halloween assemblies are on scheduled and dances have been planned.  Add soem trick-or-treating and all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bittersweet day though,  my dad passed 11 years ago.  Oh how he loved Halloween.  The pumpkin carving,  the handing out candy.  How he would have loved seeing his grandkids all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoM3b5yQKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-zdW6YMgJIQ/s1600-h/img004-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoM3b5yQKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-zdW6YMgJIQ/s320/img004-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263033261058310306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Dad. xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1415479401004788522?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1415479401004788522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1415479401004788522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1415479401004788522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1415479401004788522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-ive-been-bad-blogger-good-reader.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SQoJSyV5r1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/QDE3uoWGxE4/s72-c/IMG_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4835874413444274231</id><published>2008-09-25T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:29:26.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here!</title><content type='html'>I have been avoiding this for awhile now. What you may ask is that?? Well my 100th post! It should be an exciting time but then I go ya but but that means I need to do the 100 things about me and I get scared because I'm not sure I even know that many things LOL. But here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 Things About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born 6 weeks early.&lt;br /&gt;2. Weighing 3lb 2oz.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was a rat-like looking baby, sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was called Tea-Cup Jacquelyn.&lt;br /&gt;5. I actually could fit in the palm of someones hand, strange thought huh!&lt;br /&gt;6. I was cared for by great people since I'm still here, which I think is pretty good considering I was born in 1974.&lt;br /&gt;7. I had a great friend in my Nanny until I was 3 then she passed, I still long for time I have missed with her.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have 2 Dad's&lt;br /&gt;9. One is in Heaven. He raised me, and was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;10. The other I have seen probably twice since I was 3, his loss.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have 3 sisters. One older, two younger.&lt;br /&gt;12. I remember only bits and pieces of my childhood, not sure why that is.&lt;br /&gt;13. My Cabbage Patch Kid's name was Lyle Graham. I still have him.&lt;br /&gt;14. I got a tape recorder one year for Christmas, yes a tape recorder LOL.&lt;br /&gt;15. And a Twisted Sister cassette tape. &lt;br /&gt;16. I guess that is when my love for Hairspray bands came about!&lt;br /&gt;17. I camped alot as a child.&lt;br /&gt;18. Nutimik Lake Whiteshell is the best camping place on earth (imo)&lt;br /&gt;19. We used sticks and stones as fishing rods.&lt;br /&gt;20. I caught a fish with that little set up.&lt;br /&gt;21. I still remember when seat belts came into effect, I was 7 or 8.&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate wood ticks! &lt;br /&gt;23. I met my BFF in Gr 3 for the very 1st time. &lt;br /&gt;24. We met back up in high school and are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;25. I met more life long friends in junior high.&lt;br /&gt;26. I was a band geek in Jr high.&lt;br /&gt;27. And then in high school. &lt;br /&gt;28. I played the flute.&lt;br /&gt;29. We never went to band camp.&lt;br /&gt;30. Our high school band was a marching band.&lt;br /&gt;31. We were the only one in Manitoba.&lt;br /&gt;32. We went to Moose Jaw, SK every spring for competitions.&lt;br /&gt;33. I may have gotten caught drinking on one of these band trips.&lt;br /&gt;34. I may have even been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;35. My Mother may have said I was stupid for getting caught! &lt;br /&gt;36. She may have even told the principal that.&lt;br /&gt;37. My Mom was cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;38. It was a lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;39. I went on a Caribbean cruise in Gr 12, what an awesome school trip.&lt;br /&gt;40. I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;41. Our teacher got caught trying to not declare stuff crossing the border, what a fine example that was huh!&lt;br /&gt;42. I graduated 17 years ago, it's kinda scary sounding.&lt;br /&gt;43. I worked at a donut shop after I finished school&lt;br /&gt;44. But my 1st job was renting tv's at a hospital by where we lived.&lt;br /&gt;45. I also worked at a catering company. &lt;br /&gt;46. I got pregnant when I was 20, it was an oops but a good oops.&lt;br /&gt;47. It wasn't a lasting relationship then, but we're still friends now. &lt;br /&gt;48. I went to school after I had Morgyn.&lt;br /&gt;49. Nothing glamorous. I got my Health Care Aide certificate.&lt;br /&gt;50. I called myself a professional "bum wiper", another sad but true LOL.&lt;br /&gt;51. Morgyn and I were by ourselves for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;52. It was good for us.&lt;br /&gt;53. I was introduced to Bruce in '96.&lt;br /&gt;54. We still "owe" our friends who had this brain wave.&lt;br /&gt;55. We dated even though we lived in different provinces (he was a trucker)&lt;br /&gt;56. I moved to Calgary for a long hellish 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;57. We lived with my future in-laws. Enough said right?&lt;br /&gt;58. Went back to Winnipeg and Bruce came with us.&lt;br /&gt;59. We were married in May '98.&lt;br /&gt;60. Morgyns Dad was in our wedding party, ya kinda weird but we all get along.&lt;br /&gt;61. I had trouble getting pregnant the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;62. I knew I was the problem.&lt;br /&gt;63. After 4 years I was diagnosed with Poly cystic Ovarian Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;64. By a wonderful Dr. Lee, our miracle worker.&lt;br /&gt;65. He helped me conceive Kamyrn within 3 months of meeting him (medically I mean LOL)&lt;br /&gt;66. I'm thankful the problem was relatively easy to "fix". &lt;br /&gt;67. I m/c our 3rd baby, it was then and still is heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;68. I had Jillian, 1.5 years after that.&lt;br /&gt;69. I packed up the kids and followed Bruce to Edmonton when I was 9 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;70. I don't recommend moving while pregnant, it's quite emotional. &lt;br /&gt;71. But I figured that was easier than moving with a new born.&lt;br /&gt;72. I cried likely 10 out of the 14 hours it took us to get here.&lt;br /&gt;73. Kamryn asked me at one point if I was going to ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;74. Smart ass almost 4 year old she was.&lt;br /&gt;75. I have adjusted to the move fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;76. Although I miss my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;77. I have driven back to Winnipeg with the girls 3 times now. &lt;br /&gt;78. I hate driving. But it's worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;79. I have a bit of a crafty side.&lt;br /&gt;80. I love making birthday cakes for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;81. I hate cutting them up after, LOL&lt;br /&gt;82. I love going to Michael's for craft ideas/projects.&lt;br /&gt;83. I love a good book, when I get the chance to read.&lt;br /&gt;84. I love watching the Food Network for new recipes ideas. I have tried a few.&lt;br /&gt;85. I like a lot of different kinds of music.&lt;br /&gt;86. I blew my concert budget last years. I saw Nickelback, Keith Urban and Brad Paisley.&lt;br /&gt;87. I sit on my hands when they announce concerts this year. &lt;br /&gt;88. I love my husband and girls immensely.&lt;br /&gt;89. I love to help someone if they need it.&lt;br /&gt;90. I have a very nurturing nature.&lt;br /&gt;91. I cry over the weirdest things, movies/tv's shows/books.&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm a sap that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;93. I have 1 out of 3 girls that is just like me.&lt;br /&gt;94. When I was a teen I caught John Stamos's sweat rag when we saw him at the car show. It was exciting when I was 14 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;95. I don't think I still have it.&lt;br /&gt;96. I love to keep everything, so it surprises me I threw it out.&lt;br /&gt;97. I had to purge when we moved though, that was tough. But good.&lt;br /&gt;98. I have a really good memory for some things. Usually strange random facts about my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;99. If I won the lottery I would have more kids. &lt;br /&gt;100. I love blogging, even I don't always have a lot to say. Getting comments is kinda cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4835874413444274231?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4835874413444274231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4835874413444274231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4835874413444274231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4835874413444274231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4126833438398895950</id><published>2008-09-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:10:33.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>My bad! I have been away for awhile, I don't know why? Just haven't had much to say. I guess it must happen at some point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a had a busy last few weeks with the start of school. I'm now the proud owner of a Gr 9 student, a Gr 2 student and a pre-schooler. Yep I'm choked about that one. Jillian just finished her 1st week of pre-school. It was a better day today, Monday not so much. We had alot of tears, I wish I could say they were just Jillian but ahhh not so much. Today she told me that she was a "big girl" and would do alright, and she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're settling into a nice fall back to school schedule. The weather has been beautiful the last week, cool at night but still hitting the 20's in the day. I love a nice cold night to snuggle under the blankets and up to a DH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what I've been hooked on these days. Party of Five has been reprieved on Much More Music, I'm such a geek as I loved that show and it seems still do. I'm getting Morgyn hooked LOL. So don't even get me started on the new 90210. I'm such a geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with quick admission I'm signing off and leaving some pictures of the 1st day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiYIg6nRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gDnfO9wAyE4/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiYIg6nRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gDnfO9wAyE4/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223945093618962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiF_NRNKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9oivQmMIQJA/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiF_NRNKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9oivQmMIQJA/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223633357649058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiGD-xYPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-dOGtv1UD7k/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiGD-xYPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-dOGtv1UD7k/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223634639020274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiGUidaQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vtKiMfExBRg/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiGUidaQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vtKiMfExBRg/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223639083673858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiGtu67-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/p-gLIkWAeTc/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiGtu67-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/p-gLIkWAeTc/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223645846826978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4126833438398895950?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4126833438398895950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4126833438398895950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4126833438398895950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4126833438398895950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-its-been-awhile.html' title='Wow It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SNHiYIg6nRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gDnfO9wAyE4/s72-c/IMG_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-433242946671900547</id><published>2008-08-17T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:00:52.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow 14!!  Where did that come from!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SKkBndjgQhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RbbQXix7gQc/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SKkBndjgQhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RbbQXix7gQc/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235717819254981138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup 14 years ago at this time I was holding my 1st born daughter, Miss Morgyn Kathlyn Lydia entered the world. Her bright brown eyes looking around in wonder, the long legs and arms. She was a spindly baby she looked as if she needed to be fed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those arms and legs have filled out to a beautiful girl. Who has the nerve to be taller than me already LOL. Ask me how she likes them apples, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have settled into the teen years well enough. Is that possible? Some days I think if I hear "whatever" anymore I'm going to scream!! And the eye rolling, ugh how did my parents put up with 4 of us?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party tonight. Just a family thing, the friends party comes in September when she's back in school it seems easier that way every ones back from holidays then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what one might ask does a 14 year old girl want for her birthday?? Well other than the usual clothes and jewelry mine seems to like the idea of a &lt;strong&gt;hermit crab&lt;/strong&gt;. Which apparently is the new "trend" here, or it seems anyways. Morgyn was at the mall the other day with her Nanny and cousins and they all came home gushing about these little crabs that you can buy as a pet. I have to still upload some pictures and then I will show off Hermie the Hermit Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will end off say Happy 14th Birthday my girl. I love you xxxxxooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-433242946671900547?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/433242946671900547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=433242946671900547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/433242946671900547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/433242946671900547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-14-where-did-that-come-from.html' title='Wow 14!!  Where did that come from!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SKkBndjgQhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RbbQXix7gQc/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-663991450657652018</id><published>2008-07-23T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:30:15.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're having a blast!</title><content type='html'>Wow the last week has gone fast, it usually does on holidays right? We've had some busy days and some quiet ones, a good balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jennifer who was diagnosed with leukemia last summer is doing really well. Thankfully. She has cute new hair growth and looks fabulous. We're taking the kids to Tinkertown next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with my BFF and her girls yesterday to see Nim's Island. It was a cute movie, Jodie Foster was a funny agoraphobic (I think that's what it was). We're going to see Journey to the Center of the Earth next week, I kinda love Brendan Fraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to meet my niece Isrielle, dang she's cute. She made strange the 1st day, but she also had a budding ear infection. We've been having fun since, she has the littlest feet and the darkest eyes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Moms birthday is tomorrow, we're all going for Chinese food. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just little update that has taken forever using an on-screen keyboard, very painful lol. Pictures and such to follow in a few weeks when we're back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-663991450657652018?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/663991450657652018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=663991450657652018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/663991450657652018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/663991450657652018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-having-blast.html' title='We&apos;re having a blast!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5812727752462784882</id><published>2008-07-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:55.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're off!</title><content type='html'>Well the girls and I are heading to Winnipeg tomorrow.  We are driving to Regina and stopping for the night,  I juts can't do the 14 hour drive in one day this time LOL,  wonder why??  We'll be back Aug 5th.  Will see you then.  I'm leaving you all with a few pictures of my home town (or city really)  Winnipeg,  Manitoba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SHwzqH0gKVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4rRUMAvFfCk/s1600-h/the_forks_winnipeg_sc0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SHwzqH0gKVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4rRUMAvFfCk/s320/the_forks_winnipeg_sc0272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223106466589714770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SHwzqGsK75I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kwRDRDhfpGc/s1600-h/winnipeg-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SHwzqGsK75I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kwRDRDhfpGc/s320/winnipeg-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223106466286333842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I get to meet my niece Isrielle in person,  yipeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5812727752462784882?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5812727752462784882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5812727752462784882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5812727752462784882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5812727752462784882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-off.html' title='We&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SHwzqH0gKVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4rRUMAvFfCk/s72-c/the_forks_winnipeg_sc0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4724803343325588883</id><published>2008-07-08T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:04:08.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Most Embarrassing Moments</title><content type='html'>We have all had them, the most embarrassing moment in your life? I can't be alone in this, right? Tonight was the night, 34 years old and I was reduced to tears at the local Safeway store. As I type this I'm thinking do I want to put this out to the whole world? My embarrassment, my humiliation? I do and I don't, I will because I'm so fricken mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes like this. I pick up my DH from work and we stop at a few stores on the way home, the last stop being Safeway (our local grocery store) we always try and do a shop as they have what's called 10% Tuesday once a month and you get 10% off your bill. So we trooped on into the store with the girls and started to shop. We worked our way from one end to the next filling up the cart, after awhile I kept seeing the same security guard pop up in the same locations we were. I never really thought much of it. We were going thru the check out and sure enough there he was, kinda standing behind the bagger putting stuff in our cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're done and are walking out of the store and I say to Bruce "did you get the feeling the security guard was following us??" Bruce goes "you felt that too?" We get to the van and open the trunk to load and look and see the security guard and the cashier we had heading toward us. They then say to me we need you to come back into the store, I'm like ok. So as we're walking I say to the guard "do I need my receipt?" He says "that's a good idea". I then say "well what is this about", he says we'll discuss it in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get in there and the cashier is standing by the door with another employee who is putting some stuff away(I later find out is the store manager). The cashier then says to me &lt;strong&gt;"a customer told us she saw you put something in your purse"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my draw dropped. I kinda sputtered "What, What did I supposedly stuff in my purse??" Well we don't know, she just saw you put something in your purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened up my purse and pulled out my wallets and said "ok here is what was in my purse!!!" and showed all 3 of them. You know the sponge bob squarepants gummies, the no-name zoo animal gummies, the little bottle of hand lotion, the pen, the plastic bag of diaper wipes I carry and there were a few instant teller receipts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all kinda looked at each other and me and I said again "so what did I supposedly stick in my purse?" No one had an answer and I showed them all again what was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager kinda mumbled "well I guess there is really nothing we can do". I stuffed my wallets back in my purse and by this time I start to cry. The security guard kinda mumble some sort of an apology but honestly at that point I didn't really hear much. So I left the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the van and Bruce is there with the girls and I tell him thru my tears what has happened. I get into the van and he says do you want me to go back in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a man walks up to the van and says are you the woman from inside just now?? Bruce is like yes. The man says just so you know if you need a witness I will give you my name and number cause what they just did to your wife in there was fucking bullshit (sorry for that). He went on to say that how they handled it was wrong and if there was a problem they should have taken me in private to confront me and that they shouldn't have had me empty my purse in front of the public that was there to witness it all. He was plainly disgusted. He left his information for us and left us with the parting words, if Safeway doesn't do something get a lawyer that was just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course now Bruce is mad as he didn't see what happened inside the store. So he goes back in and says to the security guard/store manager that he was pissed at how they had just humiliated his wife in front of all these people, accusing her of shoplifting with no proof. He got the managers name, the security guard wouldn't give his name (he denied following us through the store). We have a call into the district manager and we'll see where it goes from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have died. I'll never shop there again. Then I get pissed of and think you fucking assholes, do you really think I would shoplift with my kids and husband in tow?? What did they think it was a shoplifting lesson for my kids! Do they think that of the $170 worth of stuff we had in out cart that I needed to shove shit into my purse?? Are you fucking kidding me???? I normally don't swear on my blog but I'm really fucking mad, well now that I've calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest people I"M NOT A THIEF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will admit to stealing my husbands heart, but I have to throw that corny line in so you all won't think I'm total trash with my potty mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4724803343325588883?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4724803343325588883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4724803343325588883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4724803343325588883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4724803343325588883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-most-embarrassing-moments.html' title='Life&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moments'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-267421915989650434</id><published>2008-07-01T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:55.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SGsYwRlHMwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-x4Ta4aG-04/s1600-h/P.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SGsYwRlHMwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-x4Ta4aG-04/s320/P.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291810870702850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice quiet day at home. The temperature dropped some down from 32C that we had over the weekend, it was a little hot in my house. We sat outside with the girls and they played with Jillian's sand and water table she got for her birthday. It seems I may have missed my shoulder when I applied sun-block, oops!! Bruce had red knees and couldn't figure out why?? LOL, um sunburn baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These holidays in the middle of the week always throw me off, I spent all day thinking it was Saturday LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SGsYwRlHMwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-x4Ta4aG-04/s1600-h/P.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SGsYwRlHMwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-x4Ta4aG-04/s320/P.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291810870702850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-267421915989650434?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/267421915989650434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=267421915989650434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/267421915989650434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/267421915989650434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-canada.html' title='Happy Birthday Canada'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SGsYwRlHMwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-x4Ta4aG-04/s72-c/P.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7797068817033450518</id><published>2008-06-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:16:01.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July is lurking just around the corner</title><content type='html'>How can that be??? July 1st tomorrow?!?!? Is this seriously not the fastest year ever? In my books it is. July is good though, as the count down can start for our road trip back home!! Fifteen days baby!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a Gr 2'er and a Gr 9'er living in my house. Ack, I'm scared by the prospects that after this year my oldest baby will be in &lt;strong&gt;high school&lt;/strong&gt;, it makes me shudder. Will we survive Gr 9?? Oh I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all remember being the "bosses" of the school?? We were the cool "older" crowd to the little Gr 7's and the Gr 8's were just thinking hey that's &lt;strong&gt;us &lt;/strong&gt;next year. Watching the last few months of Morgyn's school it made me realize that I don't miss that age, where the petty shit becomes such a big thing in your life. One minute your all BFF's, the next well she said/he said/she said starts and your never going to be friends again. Well that is until your walking home from school one day and you run into said friend, the I'm sorry are exchanged and all is wonderful in the world again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we can't forget the love, the 13/14 year old love. Life revolves around the boyfriends, we leave for school early so we can sit with him and we cry when we find out that he is being moved from his Mother's house and &lt;strong&gt;how &lt;/strong&gt;will we ever see him again?? Fortunately this was not my daughter who so far has stayed away from the b/f idea to which I'm thanking God LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Jr High there was this couple that started dating. Her Dad was really strict and didn't now about it, her Mom did but Dad heck no. Well these 2 dated all thru Jr High, High School and past. Today they're married.! Can you believe that?? They've been dating/married 21/22 years out of their 35 years of life. How often does that happen?? Not very I'm guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Kamryn's soccer team played in the championship for the West Zone for the city of Edmonton, which in the U8 category means the 1st and the 2nd place team playoff in the gold medal game. They won!! Yippee, go Blue Thunder. They had a good little team and given this was Kamryns 1st year in U8 where they implement a little more of the "position" playing she did really well. The kids were quite excited to get their medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise our weekend entailed some yard work (or maybe alot LOL) and trying to stay cool. It's been 30/32C (approx. 89F). Our house has no air conditioning, fans are our best friends LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Canada Day to all Canadians!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7797068817033450518?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7797068817033450518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7797068817033450518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7797068817033450518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7797068817033450518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/06/july-is-lurking-just-around-corner.html' title='July is lurking just around the corner'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2768687552747627756</id><published>2008-06-17T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:56.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three!</title><content type='html'>It doesn't take long for your babies to go from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFieL26t5rI/AAAAAAAAANg/sIFNuMZgzRs/s1600-h/j7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFieL26t5rI/AAAAAAAAANg/sIFNuMZgzRs/s320/j7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090495238891186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFiedHlj4CI/AAAAAAAAANo/xRVXGKRnp7g/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFiedHlj4CI/AAAAAAAAANo/xRVXGKRnp7g/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090791771332642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Jillian's 3rd birthday. It is a happy day and a sad day. It seems like yesterday we brought this little bundle of joy home. The one who took so long to make her way into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian is the sweetest little girl. Her newest phrase to melt Mommy's heart is "Mommy you're my best friend" She is full of hugs and kisses and quite a different personality than her big sisters had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFigc81Da1I/AAAAAAAAANw/BGmAfOCoT0c/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFigc81Da1I/AAAAAAAAANw/BGmAfOCoT0c/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213092987906779986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is quite the cheeky girl our Jillian. But she is a smart little one, and has mastered the art of doing up zippers and buttons. It may take a few tries but the determination she has is amazing. There is no grass growing under this little girls feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my days with her, it will be bittersweet when I send her off to pre-school this fall. I know she needs to get out and interact with kids her age and in this respect she needs it. It will be hard for Mommy to send her baby off even if it's only 2 hours a day 2 times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFijIHg_GcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/m9S0sZ7FJv8/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFijIHg_GcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/m9S0sZ7FJv8/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213095928533031362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFijIQo-lTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Cj6PlTeNepE/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFijIQo-lTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Cj6PlTeNepE/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213095930982470962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFijJLBwdGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RhHRX6M3Sfk/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFijJLBwdGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RhHRX6M3Sfk/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213095946655659106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday my sweet Jillian Jiggs, you are much loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2768687552747627756?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2768687552747627756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2768687552747627756' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2768687552747627756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2768687552747627756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/06/three.html' title='Three!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFieL26t5rI/AAAAAAAAANg/sIFNuMZgzRs/s72-c/j7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8898550127224951276</id><published>2008-06-15T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:56.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFVSJBGkyEI/AAAAAAAAANY/_8CqsDGkpPg/s1600-h/dadsdaybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFVSJBGkyEI/AAAAAAAAANY/_8CqsDGkpPg/s320/dadsdaybee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212162458619529282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to my wonderful husband Bruce! Happy Father's Day to you. Our girls are lucky to have you as their Dad! You are so good with them.  They love when you get home from work and know that you're home every night it's awesome!  Snuggle times are big in our house,  somedays we need a kingsize bed for all of us to fit in it.  You work very hard to support us,  so I can stay home with the girls.  We are a lucky set of girls to have you as a Dad and we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my Dad.  It has been 11 years now since he has been gone.  He's missed every day.  He only got the chance to meet 3 out 7 grandkids.  My Dad was a good,  kind hearted man.  He had such a laugh,  and how he loved to laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Father's Day to these great men.  You are both loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8898550127224951276?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8898550127224951276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8898550127224951276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8898550127224951276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8898550127224951276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-to-my-wonderful-husband-bruce.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFVSJBGkyEI/AAAAAAAAANY/_8CqsDGkpPg/s72-c/dadsdaybee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-213849558756079868</id><published>2008-06-11T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:57.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How fun would that be</title><content type='html'>I love watching cooking shows! My favorite has is has this one as it's chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFAwgZe_iGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EduUt5KTwp4/s1600-h/chef_image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFAwgZe_iGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EduUt5KTwp4/s320/chef_image1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210718102022490210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he dreamy! And he can cook! If I watch daytime TV this is it! I mean I'd dress up to go to the grocery store if I thought Curtis Stone might be lurking at my local Safeway. Pipe dream people unfortunately it's a pipe dream. Fortunately he's on every day at 2pm, thank goodness Jillian is napping again and I have the TV to myself. I think of the show and wonder hmmm what would I get him to cook us? His meals all looks oh so yummy! The desserts mmmmmm he just made chocolate lava cakes, I drool as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks from tomorrow means Last Day of School! It has it's good points and it's bad. I could get to sleep in on occasion, or not? Depends on my kids. I could listen to them fight and bicker, or not? Ya right who am I kidding, LOL. I could go crazy when my routine gets mixed up with 2 extra kids at home, which is likely but adjustable. I'm really hoping the weather warms up and we can set up our rinky dinky but fun enough for the girls pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is we'll be less than a month until we leave for Winnipeg. Wooohooo. I'm excited, the girls are excited. Bruce well not so much as he has to stay home and work/guard the fort and keep Piper the kitty company. The bright side is the fact that next year we'll get a family vacation! We've never had a family vacation, sad but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-213849558756079868?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/213849558756079868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=213849558756079868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/213849558756079868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/213849558756079868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-fun-would-that-be.html' title='How fun would that be'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SFAwgZe_iGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EduUt5KTwp4/s72-c/chef_image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4864387733601488853</id><published>2008-06-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:57.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Survived the Party</title><content type='html'>We had Kamryn's party yesterday! This was the 1st time we had done an at-home party, we had been opting for the out-of-home ones to save on mess and clean up (yes we're lazy like that LOL). But it went really well, we had 10 kids and our 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started of painting some flower pots from Michael's (I heart Michael's). I'm glad at the last minute I said hey lets do this in our teeny tiny kitchen as there was paint everywhere. We squeezed all 11 kids around our old plastic patio table and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SERcL-IUFJI/AAAAAAAAANA/DcxCQBGb-04/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SERcL-IUFJI/AAAAAAAAANA/DcxCQBGb-04/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207388429873321106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SERcNJhpgmI/AAAAAAAAANI/yESlTh7RwEA/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SERcNJhpgmI/AAAAAAAAANI/yESlTh7RwEA/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207388450112242274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for food the usual party fare of hot dogs, cucumbers, carrots, pretzels and of course cake.&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I guess no more pictures??  Blogger is being mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next of course came present time.  Kamryn while she loves getting presents,  I mean who doesn't?  She just doesn't have a high excitement level for opening them,  she goes thru the motions and does it but looks like she wants to be anywhere else but doing the "opening" (this goes way back LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed outside and planted a little flower in each pot,  the kids loved it.  It was a very quick 2 hours,  at one point while they were eating Bruce was like they are so "quiet"  well 10 minutes later when this mostly girl group was yelling and screaming I looked at him and said "anything else you have to say??"  He was like "how do John and Kate Plus 8 do it"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Now we have 2 more birthdays and we're done til next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4864387733601488853?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4864387733601488853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4864387733601488853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4864387733601488853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4864387733601488853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-survived-party.html' title='We Survived the Party'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SERcL-IUFJI/AAAAAAAAANA/DcxCQBGb-04/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8630213061741186137</id><published>2008-05-28T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:58.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then she was 7!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD48wKWA8JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/J2fNYEtg5f8/s1600-h/Kamryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD48wKWA8JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/J2fNYEtg5f8/s320/Kamryn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205665017394950290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven years ago she came to us, fast and furious. A gentle soul even then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite the year for Kamryn. Starting school full time was a big deal, she loves it so. To hear her read and recognize words she didn't know 9 months ago is bliss, she practices her spelling words everyday and is a great speller. I never have to ask twice when it's time to read or write. She lucked out and her teacher is awesome! I think Kamryn could be described as the "teachers pet". There is nothing more a parent could ask for when your child is praised for being kind, polite, caring, respectful, marvelous, magnificent (these are Miss M's words). It can make a Mom cry, ask me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn has grown alot this year, I was looking at pictures of when Jillian was born and it shocked me how "little" she was. She loves her sisters something fierce and would do anything for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started soccer season and she loves it. While she is a little less aggressive this year, she enjoys the game and loves to cheer on her teammates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have such a wonderful little girl. The last 7 years have gone fast but have been a joy. Here are some pictures from the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CG6WA8KI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FYhwBKF4ViI/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CG6WA8KI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FYhwBKF4ViI/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205670905795113122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CH6WA8LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-GXgyd_hCMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CH6WA8LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-GXgyd_hCMQ/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205670922974982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CJaWA8MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/cDYWnxJl_dY/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CJaWA8MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/cDYWnxJl_dY/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205670948744786114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CKKWA8NI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MCgyWlK_mr4/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD5CKKWA8NI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MCgyWlK_mr4/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205670961629688018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7Th Birthday my sweet girl. I love you Kamryn xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kamryn's b-day is May 29th I hit post to early&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8630213061741186137?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8630213061741186137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8630213061741186137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8630213061741186137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8630213061741186137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-then-she-was-7.html' title='And then she was 7!!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SD48wKWA8JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/J2fNYEtg5f8/s72-c/Kamryn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4278863601911166542</id><published>2008-05-21T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:58.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SDUN-aWA8II/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3nVBcKBXFp0/s1600-h/img043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SDUN-aWA8II/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3nVBcKBXFp0/s320/img043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203080310371184770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, we're celebrating 10 years of marriage! How can it have gone by so fast? It has been a good 10 years, of course there has been good, bad and (some) ugly. But here we stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nicest things about our wedding day was in the fact that if my Grandparents had been alive it would have been their 50th wedding anniversary! I was so happy that Bruce agreed to that date when he did as it was a Friday which alot of people found weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice small wedding. Forty people type deal, but we just weren't the big "to-do" type people. We watched our wedding video last fall with the girls and Kamryn was like hey where'd you rent this from?? Then she was kinda ticked that Morgyn got to be there and she didn't (how do you explain that one LOL?). We had a lot of kids at the wedding and watching back on that day I hang my head and admit the "theme" song or the one we heard over and over was none other than "I'm a Barbie Girl" by Aqua. You all know this song right?? I have wonderful blackmail video of my then 9 year old cousin dancing away, he is a little scared by that bwaa-ha-haaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still amazes me to think of when Bruce walked into mine and Morgyn's lives. Some men would have ran when they saw the "package deal" they were walking into. But not my Bruce, he embraced it with open arms. There is no such things as "step-father" in our house. Bruce has 3 girls, it's that simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to say? How can you write it all down when your heart is so full of love?? I'm not the best of writers, well anymore that is. English was my subject in school ( you know waaaaaay back 17 years ago! ACK!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that when I dropped hints starting back oh about 2 years ago that the 10th anniversary was the diamond one, Bruce listened. I got me a nice new shiny piece of bling bling (is that still the term?? LOL) He did well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy 10th Anniversary to you Bruce&lt;br /&gt; Happy 60th Anniversary to my Grandparents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4278863601911166542?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4278863601911166542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4278863601911166542' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4278863601911166542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4278863601911166542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-years-baby.html' title='10 Years Baby!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SDUN-aWA8II/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3nVBcKBXFp0/s72-c/img043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7922968699644110278</id><published>2008-05-20T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:58.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hope,  My Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SDM57ztSBVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bM6WBEVXrGU/s1600-h/david+cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SDM57ztSBVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bM6WBEVXrGU/s320/david+cook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202565694198252882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it can't be Michael Johns then I'm rooting for David C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to fight my way thru the piles of clothes I have strewn all about, switching seasons is hard work. I'm only part way thru 2 kids and then I have to do my own, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7922968699644110278?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7922968699644110278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7922968699644110278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7922968699644110278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7922968699644110278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-hope-my-wish.html' title='My Hope,  My Wish'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SDM57ztSBVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bM6WBEVXrGU/s72-c/david+cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3668876403372168235</id><published>2008-05-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:59.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SCZd6bXQbAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4GXCCxnfeMg/s1600-h/mothers_day-290x300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SCZd6bXQbAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4GXCCxnfeMg/s320/mothers_day-290x300.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198946078204914690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a wonderful day Mom's everywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-3668876403372168235?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3668876403372168235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3668876403372168235' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3668876403372168235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3668876403372168235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-wonderful-day-moms-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SCZd6bXQbAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4GXCCxnfeMg/s72-c/mothers_day-290x300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5686751273218157252</id><published>2008-05-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:55:01.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this little bit of fun is courtesy of Wendy of Wendsters Blog,  she is so fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) George Clooney (Brad Pitt ... Nicole Kidman ... you pick one) tells YOUR spouse he will pay ONE MILLION DOLLARS to spend one night with you. The evening's activities have not been specified. Would your spouse agree to it knowing that you will NEVER get to tell him what you did that evening?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the 1 million would come in handy I'm pretty sure my hubby would say no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Same question, but this time it’s a car salesman from Cincinnati named George Clooney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) If you could have the house of your dreams (no "reality" limitations), where SPECIFICALLY would it be and what features would it have? Details please...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house of my dreams would be big enough that I could have my Mom, my sister and her family come and live in it with all of us having our own privacy.  I would like a kick ass master bedroom suite:  walk-in closet,  fireplace,  jacuzzi tub and a big king size bed.  My girls would have the rooms of their dreams.  I would love a nice big yard with enough room for a vegetable garden.  Hmmmm my dream house would be something I own (I hate renting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) If a kid fairy could wave a magic wand over your children (yes, I know they are already perfect) and remove ONE character trait or habit, which one would you have removed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn and Jillian:  thumb sucking (bad bad habit they both have)&lt;br /&gt;Morgyn: the teenage eye rolling,  'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Someone’s buying you ANY pet you want. It is guaranteed to love you and be house broken / tame. What kind do you want?&lt;/strong&gt;  I really love love my kitty Piper.  But I wuld get a monkey for my BIL-  he wants one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Many people feel they lack &lt;/strong&gt;talent. What talent do you think you lack that you wish you had in spades?&lt;/strong&gt;  I feel I lack the talent of walking into a room and not feeling comfortable.  I can be an intorvert and it's so hard to get past that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Would you spend a whole weekend in a "family values" clothing optional resort? They'll give you a day to “find your feet”, but after that they'll be expecting you to join them in their clothing free activities. (dining, square dancing, swimming, badminton ... and yoga). &lt;/strong&gt;  I'd have to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ) If after we die, we were to all become naturally occurring phenomenas, which naturally occurring phenomena would YOU hope to become? ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No contest. Aurora borealis (i'm with Wendy on this one,  the Northern Lights can be so stinking amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wendsterblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5686751273218157252?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5686751273218157252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5686751273218157252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5686751273218157252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5686751273218157252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-this-little-bit-of-fun-is-courtesy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3236112506631340631</id><published>2008-04-29T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:49:51.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We In The Clear??</title><content type='html'>Is spring finally here?? Oh how I'm hoping so!! The snow is gone, woohoo! This past weekend was beautiful, and it helped &lt;strong&gt;Project Snow Melt &lt;/strong&gt;quite nicely. The weather people were calling for rain this afternoon but it's still quite nice out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're crossing fingers that things work out as soccer season has started and Kamryn is so excited. She is such a sporty girl and I'm still trying to figure out where that came from?? Not me, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer seems so much closer than before and we've been planning our trek back to Winnipeg. The girls are already excited. Kamryn has all kinds of plans of what she'd like to do. Morgyn will spend part of the time with her Dad/Step-Mom and 3 other sisters. My Mom and nephews are going to drive back to Edmonton with is for a couple of weeks. Bruce is excited as he hasn't seen my nephews in 2 years. It sucks when your hubby can't travel with you and doesn't get to come on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, next year he does! Yippeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce switched jobs and started working in the city almost 2 months ago. This lead to him being home every night, a big change from being gone 6 mights out of 7 on the road. Now he is dispatching and not driving at all, which is a big change for him. He drove semi-trucks for 23 years. But being home every night has been good, we're not killing each other yet (he he he we're both really to passive for that anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways off to pick Kamryn uo from school and enjoy the sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-3236112506631340631?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3236112506631340631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3236112506631340631' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3236112506631340631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3236112506631340631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-we-in-clear.html' title='Are We In The Clear??'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5197981124727611826</id><published>2008-04-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:59.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Has Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hhoKiWiI/AAAAAAAAALg/UcV0QEle2do/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hhoKiWiI/AAAAAAAAALg/UcV0QEle2do/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265019494128162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hh4KiWjI/AAAAAAAAALo/M0IP4D8qWOs/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hh4KiWjI/AAAAAAAAALo/M0IP4D8qWOs/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265023789095474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hiIKiWkI/AAAAAAAAALw/vHkhHAgn1-g/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hiIKiWkI/AAAAAAAAALw/vHkhHAgn1-g/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265028084062786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hioKiWlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AkFTC7itJTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hioKiWlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AkFTC7itJTQ/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265036673997394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup these pictures are no joke, they were taken this past weekend. While spring has sprung all over it seems that we had a cruel joke played on us. I'm so over snow, my yard looks like it did back in January but it's April. I guess I know why I hadn't put away the snow pants/jackets/mitts/scarf etc, so I either jinxed myself or I had a foretelling that it was to come LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's warming up which is good. Kamryn was suppose to have her 1st soccer practice on Sunday, I'm thinking it's not going to happen. Unless they trade in their cleats for snowshoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here's hoping this will be the last blast of winter.  As I said,  I'm tired of snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5197981124727611826?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5197981124727611826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5197981124727611826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5197981124727611826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5197981124727611826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring Has Sprung'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/SA6hhoKiWiI/AAAAAAAAALg/UcV0QEle2do/s72-c/IMG_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4958074267895510218</id><published>2008-04-10T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:00.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Wrong Wrong</title><content type='html'>Tonight American Idol was all&lt;strong&gt; wrong&lt;/strong&gt;, but of course that is &lt;strong&gt;jmo&lt;/strong&gt;. But I really do believe the voters got it oh so wrong tonight. I mean Carly could not have looked more shocked if she had tried, she truly looked as if she believed she was going home. However my heart belonged to this guy, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R_7wBpVGTcI/AAAAAAAAALM/gZItEbEKU98/s1600-h/a-michael-johns-photo_363x586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R_7wBpVGTcI/AAAAAAAAALM/gZItEbEKU98/s320/a-michael-johns-photo_363x586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187847731842272706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R_7wCJVGTdI/AAAAAAAAALU/RXuJ9k8aoSo/s1600-h/awesome-aussie_414x352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R_7wCJVGTdI/AAAAAAAAALU/RXuJ9k8aoSo/s320/awesome-aussie_414x352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187847740432207314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started back when they were still eliminating them from 100, and Michael sang Bohemian Rhapsody. He didn't even sing that much of the song, they don't really at that point. But what he did sing had me hooked from then and there on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to like David Archuleta, but the last little while he just hasn't been impressing me. I guess because I heart Michael (yes I'm obsessed LOL. Now what is a girl suppose to do?? I guess hope that someone out there calls him up and says come one Michael we have a deal for you! I would be the 1st in line to buy his record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though spring just might be here to stay, I say this with baited breath after the snow we had last weekend. It had to be a good 5cm at least. But this weekend however they are forecasting temperature in the 20's (or 68F). Now how beautiful is that!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the downfall is I have to work. Which I have been doing for the last 6 weeks but just on weekends, and likely only till the beginning of May. We have a Full House Lottery on here right now and I'm working in these fan-freakin-tastic houses selling tickets to some lucky people, 3 of which are going to walk away with million dollar prizes for $100. It's insane. But they support 2 of the hospitals in the city which will see them both earning approximately $3 million a piece. Can't go wrong there. The houses well all I can say is WOW. They each have a special feature 1. a 2 storey library 2. an indoor lap pool and 3. a golf simulator. I wish I could figure out how to post the link but I still suck at that. But seriously google Full House Lottery 2008 and take a peak, it's worth a few minutes of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to head out and mourn the loss of my A.I. favorite. Have I mentioned I'm crushed?? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4958074267895510218?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4958074267895510218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4958074267895510218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4958074267895510218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4958074267895510218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/04/wrong-wrong-wrong.html' title='Wrong Wrong Wrong'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R_7wBpVGTcI/AAAAAAAAALM/gZItEbEKU98/s72-c/a-michael-johns-photo_363x586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3236109952442642208</id><published>2008-03-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:01.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Just Me?</title><content type='html'>Or was it weird that the Leprechaun and the Easter Bunny came to our houses in the same week?? I can't recall that occurring before, and since it's not suppose to happen for approximately another 200 years (I think it was??) I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn loves when the Leprechaun comes to visit, she gets a kick out of the naughty stuff he does, thankfully Morgyn reminded me of this before we went to bed. Here are some of his antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ5WhWMjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vHvoNCdXb1A/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ5WhWMjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vHvoNCdXb1A/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105939634172466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ6GhWMkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zh0C5TrM3pU/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ6GhWMkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zh0C5TrM3pU/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105952519074370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ6mhWMlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mjvoR6deMNs/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ6mhWMlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mjvoR6deMNs/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105961109008978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the Easter Bunny was not as mischievous.  Our cat Piper got great joy in batting around the jelly beans from the trail Mr. E.B. leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qMcGhWMnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mFfKy7o52sI/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qMcGhWMnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mFfKy7o52sI/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182108735657882226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qMdGhWMoI/AAAAAAAAALE/wBuukdej9M0/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qMdGhWMoI/AAAAAAAAALE/wBuukdej9M0/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182108752837751426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is creeping up fast and I'm not fighting it.  Two more sleeps,  woohoo.  We don't have a whole lot planned,  the girls received an xbox 360 yesterday and I'm guessing they are excited to get some Guitar Hero and Dance Revolution down pat.  Nothing like trying to follow a bunch of arrows to make a grown woman feel like a moron LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-3236109952442642208?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3236109952442642208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3236109952442642208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3236109952442642208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3236109952442642208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It Just Me?'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R-qJ5WhWMjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vHvoNCdXb1A/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5911867023175230739</id><published>2008-03-12T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:47:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does it go??</title><content type='html'>Time that is? It seems as if time flies even faster these days, why is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jillian is feeling better, phew. Almost 2 weeks she was down, and then of course she shared with me. Yay! I love when my kids share....NOT. Well in the case of germs that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me how the one who doesn't go to school ends up sick? How the ones who go to school don't? In my neurotic-ness I always think ok she got sick because we went to the mall and she touched something, some lingering germ? Crazy I know, but hey when she had the flu in December that no one else got we had just been at the mall. Coincidence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when the snow melts and we start to fall out of our winter clothes the 1st thing I hear is OMG Jillian has gotten so big. A Mom at school the other day saw her walking and was like "Is that the sled baby?" Yup I said. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jillian has grown, how I know this is when I called the pre-school down the street to see if they had any spots open this fall. GASP, yep I said pre-school!! My baby can go this fall, even if it's just 2 days a week. She needs it. The interaction with other kids, time away from Mommy. This came very apparent after she was sick, which then of course she stuck to me like glue. I started a weekend job for the next 2 months and that 1st day she was miserable. Granted she still wasn't feeling 100% but it wasn't pretty, she did ok this past weekend though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is definitely making an appearance, the snow is melting. Quite fast too. We have been well above 0 for a week or so. Yay. I also found tulips starting to pop up in my flower beds. I almost fell over in shock, he he he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5911867023175230739?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5911867023175230739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5911867023175230739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5911867023175230739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5911867023175230739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-does-it-go.html' title='Where does it go??'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5487953142357389101</id><published>2008-02-28T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:01.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Week</title><content type='html'>My poor baby has been sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8eBzT3rMUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Dtv2pfgIyqw/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8eBzT3rMUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Dtv2pfgIyqw/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172245415565406530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian started Monday with a fever, at times she hit 102.5 which was pretty scary as that was after Tylenol, it was not an easy task to get her temperature taken. She wasn't liking this hey lets put this thing under your arm until it beeps. I had a heck of a time getting Tylenol into her too, I had to sneak it into pudding cake the 1st day and the 2nd day well she had caught on. I put it in her juice but it "tasted yucky" I'm told LOL. Smart kid. We are now left with a terrible cough and a snotty nose. I'm hoping she doesn't share with her sisters, or me for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a scary moment the other night, I had put her into my bed to sleep and I was down stairs and I heard her screaming. I run upstairs and Jillian is lying there just shaking like crazy, I figure it had to be the chills. It was weird though as it took me a bit to settle her and she was kinda babbling and I swear she said "Jillian not dead!" I was like WTH?? Did I hear that right?? I still doubt myself? But it scared the crap out of me none the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5487953142357389101?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5487953142357389101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5487953142357389101' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5487953142357389101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5487953142357389101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-what-week.html' title='Oh What A Week'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8eBzT3rMUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Dtv2pfgIyqw/s72-c/IMG_0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-816703803140458500</id><published>2008-02-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better in the world than visits. Especially when you left "home" almost 3 years ago and left family and friends behind. When you get a phone call for your BFF that starts out routine and then she says "Oh ya I'm flying out on Monday OK!" whats a girl to do??? Well besides clean like crazy she (or me) gets ape shit excited as we only have 2 sleeps till the &lt;strong&gt;day!&lt;/strong&gt; WOOOHOOO. So that was my week last week. My BFF (Michely) came out for a visit, and we had a blast. We shopped, talked, watched our favorite shows, had lots of sushi and tempura, and basically hung out. It was awesome. On Friday to cap the week we went to the Family Dance at Kamryns school and partied it up there, I won 4 movie passes to boot. Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8Oug7TINEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2s-xRyUXI4s/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8Oug7TINEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2s-xRyUXI4s/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171168677848429634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look who has enough hair for these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8OvO7TINFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o9D2SRHGdAs/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8OvO7TINFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o9D2SRHGdAs/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171169468122412114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are that much closer to being less "follicly challenged" which I don't think is really a word but hey the girl hasn't had much hair the last few years LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-816703803140458500?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/816703803140458500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=816703803140458500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/816703803140458500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/816703803140458500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/02/visits.html' title='Visits'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R8Oug7TINEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2s-xRyUXI4s/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8869136099723133633</id><published>2008-02-18T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:15:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubbie</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Wendy for providing a bit of brain food, in the form of this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his name?    Bruce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married?   10 years this May 22!  Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is he?  39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more?  He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first?  He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller?  He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing better?  LOL,  we're both not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter?  I guess it depends on the scenario,  we both have out specialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry?  We both do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills?  That's my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side?  Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn?  We both do, it's a big yard.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner?  Usually me,  but on Saturday when he's home he helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drives?  If he's going to the truck I drive,  on his days off he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? LOL he'd say me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first?  He kissed me,  I was innocent until I met him ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out first?  Well I did kinda invite him to be my date for the baptism of out mutual friends kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed?  He did,  jsut after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more sensitive?  Me hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings?   We're tied,  3 for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants?   Of course he would say he does.  But we all know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to join in and play consider yourself tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8869136099723133633?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8869136099723133633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8869136099723133633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8869136099723133633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8869136099723133633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-hubbie.html' title='My Hubbie'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3949289668939004228</id><published>2008-02-14T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hearts Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day all!  We're just having a quiet laid back day.  Kamryn was off to school as happy and excited as a 6 year old girl could be,  she was so cute.  Yesterday she says "Mom,  the principal said we needed to wear red,  pink or orange (ya that one threw me off too) for Valentine's Day"  Okay,  easy enough.  So I got out her pink turtleneck and black pullover dress for her to wear.  "Um,  Mom I don't think we can wear black?  she says.  LOL,  I think it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made Valentine's which she loved,  she was like Mom did you make them when you were a kid??  Nope we bought them,  I replied.  Which shocked her to say the least LOL.   I was going to make some fortune cookies I has seen in my Womans World magazine but I lost my mo-jo and sent grapes instead.  Either which way it was all good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R7SKXbTINDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HiDrpWoQHyc/s1600-h/Animation1satinvalentine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R7SKXbTINDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HiDrpWoQHyc/s320/Animation1satinvalentine.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166906807570412594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great day with those you love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-3949289668939004228?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3949289668939004228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3949289668939004228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3949289668939004228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3949289668939004228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='Happy Hearts Day!!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R7SKXbTINDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HiDrpWoQHyc/s72-c/Animation1satinvalentine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7995784289342701142</id><published>2008-02-01T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:02.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man it's cold!</title><content type='html'>Well it seems we're still in our deep freeze!  Can I even say how tired I am of the cold??  I mean come on -40's + with the windchill is inhumane.  The consolation could be Yellowknife,  NT was the coldest spot in Canada the other day.  They were a balmy -42 &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; the windchill! While that was us with the windchill.  I bet they must think we are wimps when we complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was out my side door the other day (I apologize for the bad pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R6N_b0t4b7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/zCpEdAwMudc/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R6N_b0t4b7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/zCpEdAwMudc/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162109713881001906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R6N_ckt4b8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1EMjNmYs1FE/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R6N_ckt4b8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1EMjNmYs1FE/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162109726765903810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the snow has stopped blowing it's still frigid.  Morgyn is loving it as she is getting chauffered to school,  it's a little to cold to jump on old Transit Tom.  Even Kamryn is getting driven to school and we're talking a 3 minute walk,  but with Jillian it's just to darn cold to pull her in the sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a bright side to the last week,  we went shooping the other day.  A nice warm winter activity!  The girls got gift certificates from Build-A-Bear for Christmas so we went down.  It only ended up costing us $10 out of our own pocket,  which is pretty reasonable for that store.  It still blows me away at the $5 underwear for stuffed animals,  and the $10 shoes!  OMG,  whoever thunk that store up was a freakin genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bright side?  Today is Friday!  Woohoo.  No getting up in the mornings for 2 whole days.  Ahhhhhh.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Forgive any spelling mistakes,   my spell check isn't working???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7995784289342701142?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7995784289342701142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7995784289342701142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7995784289342701142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7995784289342701142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-its-cold.html' title='Man it&apos;s cold!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R6N_b0t4b7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/zCpEdAwMudc/s72-c/IMG_0570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1018781353610989489</id><published>2008-01-28T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:47:53.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps In The Night</title><content type='html'>I was woke out of a dead sleep the other night with a &lt;strong&gt;loud boom/bang/clang &lt;/strong&gt;sound. I lay there for a few minutes trying to figure out what it was, wondering should I get up? Well then I hear it again the &lt;strong&gt;loud boom/bang/clang!&lt;/strong&gt; With this one I was like "Um, Bruce I keep hearing these odd noises", hubby is of course sawing logs oblivious to any sounds. So he gets up and heads into the living room and downstairs, I'm feeling all brave now so I get up and follow. Piper the kitty does too, she's so ferocious. So we check all the windows, rooms etc and nothing. We go back to bed and Bruce says "Well I don't know what you heard?" A few minutes later it happened again the&lt;strong&gt; loud boom/bang/clang&lt;/strong&gt;. So Bruce jumps back up and heads out of the room again. He comes back a few minutes later and says I found the culprit, here our outside front door was being blow into the stair railing in the snowstorm we were having. We usually keep it locked. So he fixed the problem, came back to bed. "Good sleuthing Sherlock!" I say. I'm glad that he was home as if it had been just us girls I'd have crapped my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have tons of snow that has fallen and blown all over.  And the best part,  the temps are hovering at -42 with the windchill!  Now that is fun times huh!  Jealous??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1018781353610989489?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1018781353610989489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1018781353610989489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1018781353610989489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1018781353610989489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/01/bumps-in-night.html' title='Bumps In The Night'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5000745135499349686</id><published>2008-01-22T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:03.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow,  My bad</title><content type='html'>Ok I have not been here forever! So I could have a super long post coming, I will try and be kind. What is new?? Well I had a birthday along with Bruce, who btw way is waaaaaay older than me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bPj0t4b3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhN3Ui0YjG8/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bPj0t4b3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhN3Ui0YjG8/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158538637552938866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls made me a cake, how cool are they! Daddy wasn't home so they stepped up! Love them to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started back and well I can't wait for spring break, heck I can't wait for no snow! Snow pants/hats/mitts/scares and boots, seriously are starting to suck butt! Grrrrrr, yep I feeling a little bit of the winter blah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a much cuter note, I have a "mountain in my yard" or at least according to Jillian, oh to see the world thru the eyes of a 2.5 year old. Nothing can compare to the innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bQ3Ut4b4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/riScqnT4kwA/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bQ3Ut4b4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/riScqnT4kwA/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158540072072015746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bQ3kt4b5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TTBh7iXX9MQ/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bQ3kt4b5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TTBh7iXX9MQ/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158540076366983058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what else?? Well we have been potty training Jillian, she has been alot more receptive this time "woohoo", I also think the Max and Ruby toilet seat has helped the cause. Well that and the gummy bear rewards, bribery at it's best! I will refrain from the sitting on the potty pictures as well, one day Jillian may come across this blog and go "Um Mom, WTH???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I must cover a tag, Wendy tagged me for a "bag tag" so here goes with what's in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bSOEt4b6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Pswyt8SZdgg/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bSOEt4b6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Pswyt8SZdgg/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158541562425667490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot of exciting stuff, I guess the diaper and wipes will be soon replaced by pull ups and panties. I have pictures of my girls and my BFF in her Nursing Graduate pictures. I always carry hand lotion and Carmex, why they are still in the screening bags from when I took Morgyn to the airport ohhh a month ago well ya got me there?? He he he. Oh and I love my blue wallet, when I bought it my Mom and sister laughed at me, it was totally not something I would buy. Isn't it pretty? I have a great summer purse it goes with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my bag, so sorry I took so long Wendy. I will try to get in more often, gotta keep my faithful readers happy, ya know all 5 of you ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5000745135499349686?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5000745135499349686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5000745135499349686' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5000745135499349686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5000745135499349686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-my-bad.html' title='Wow,  My bad'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R5bPj0t4b3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RhN3Ui0YjG8/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7116887833575835249</id><published>2008-01-03T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:15:49.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a sleepy New Year.</title><content type='html'>So here we are a few days into the New Year already. Our evening was nice, we had lots of yummy nibbles. My Aunt and I had some yummy "adult" drinks and the girls had a "special" concoction of their own. We just kinda hung out. My Aunt decided around 9pm that she needed a nap, so the girls and I watched tv. Jillian was in bed by 10pm (no nap will do that to a girl). Around 11pm Kamryn and I talked to my Mom, sister and Morgyn who were all in Winnipeg and 1 hour ahead of us so they hit the New Year 1st. Around 11:30pm we got off the phone and we snuggled down on the floor with some blankies. We all know where this is going right? I ended up falling asleep and missed the countdown, so did my Aunt. The only one up was the 6 year old, she wakes us up around 12:45 and said "You guys missed it, but I watched" LOL. Sad but true story, my 6 year old partied it up more than her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not really a resolution kinda girl. I'm not much of a stickler to them, so I figure I'm just going to wing and see what comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ya Cheryl (over at Life With Cheryl yes I still can't figure the link thingy) had a RAK that I have been picked as the winner Woohoo! Great way to start the New Year. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01437963733817953990"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7116887833575835249?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.blogger.com/profile/01437963733817953990' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7116887833575835249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7116887833575835249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7116887833575835249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7116887833575835249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-sleepy-new-year.html' title='It was a sleepy New Year.'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1680472950446987445</id><published>2007-12-31T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:03.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has it gone?</title><content type='html'>Um 2007 how did you pass so fast?  Is it just me that feels that way?  The girls and I are having a quiet New Years celebration.  Bruce is on the road,  Morgyn is in Winnipeg.  So it is just us and my Aunt.  Nice and quiet,  just the way I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3lBFVmg6UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ERHVQwdndQQ/s1600-h/jacquie2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3lBFVmg6UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ERHVQwdndQQ/s320/jacquie2008.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150219208828709186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1680472950446987445?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1680472950446987445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1680472950446987445' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1680472950446987445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1680472950446987445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-has-it-gone.html' title='Where has it gone?'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3lBFVmg6UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ERHVQwdndQQ/s72-c/jacquie2008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5564936535815573433</id><published>2007-12-29T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:03.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!!   Christmas Was Good</title><content type='html'>But it seriously kicked my butt!! I swear I act like I don't know it's coming each year, well not every year but this year for sure. I was so far behind it wasn't even funny. Jillian was sick for almost a week, which didn't help much as she clung to me glue. Poor girl, it was not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say they raked it in my 3 little bandits. The best gift had to be the Buttersctoch Pony aka &lt;strong&gt;Sara&lt;/strong&gt;. A bit of a price stretch but hey when you have people sending you money to buy for your kids, it is easy to become frivolous. But this pony is seriously cool, she freaked me out when we 1st turned her on. That was of course after we pulled her out of the box headless, LOL!! Jillian wasn't a bog fan the 1st day, fatigue I guess will do that to you. But I swear Sara gave me the eye and was staring me down, I kid you not. She kept blinking at me, winking at me, wiggling her ears at me. It kinda creeped me out enough that I had to leave the room. Bruce is like well I would really be scared if you woke up and she was standing at the edge of the bed, I half expect that to happened courtesy of my smart ass DH. Sara really is quite cute now that I have gotten use to her staring me down and winking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3cYW1mg6SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/q_B5e_C5mz4/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3cYW1mg6SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/q_B5e_C5mz4/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149611479546259746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3cYXFmg6TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dIEMzd_8WLg/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3cYXFmg6TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dIEMzd_8WLg/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149611483841227058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite gift if I had to choose of course was Dharma and Greg season 1. I loved that show! When I saw it in the store I new I couldn't buy it for myself just before Christmas. But that is where a sister comes in, who happens to have been with you. Aren't sisters awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it really was just a nice day.  The weather was beautiful and we couldn't have asked for more.  Well except for phone lines that weren't over loaded,  that kinda sucked butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5564936535815573433?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5564936535815573433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5564936535815573433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5564936535815573433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5564936535815573433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/phew-christmas-was-good.html' title='Phew!!   Christmas Was Good'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3cYW1mg6SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/q_B5e_C5mz4/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3460264030296741962</id><published>2007-12-28T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:39:11.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 798px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s196.photobucket.com/albums/aa305/morkamjil/"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w196.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w196.photobucket.com/albums/aa305/morkamjil/abe36061.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&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/3127711447160736612-3460264030296741962?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3460264030296741962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3460264030296741962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3460264030296741962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3460264030296741962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/photobucket-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2001360878642955635</id><published>2007-12-24T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:04.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3A4IVmg6QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KDW9Y8VpznE/s1600-h/snowmansjacquie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3A4IVmg6QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KDW9Y8VpznE/s320/snowmansjacquie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147676089973270786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from our house to yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2001360878642955635?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2001360878642955635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2001360878642955635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2001360878642955635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2001360878642955635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R3A4IVmg6QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KDW9Y8VpznE/s72-c/snowmansjacquie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6969421472025781738</id><published>2007-12-23T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:04.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow time has flown!</title><content type='html'>A little Christmas questionnaire I have seen around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I'm a wrapper, except for the traditional Christmas Eve jammies they are in bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or artificial? We have had a real one the last 3 years, mmmmmm Heaven. I had to return the 1st one we bought this year as it starting turning brown after 3 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Usually around the 2nd week of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Bruce likes to do it Jan 1, but usually in that 1st week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? My Cabbage Patch kid, Lyle Graham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene? No but one day I am going to steal my Moms LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for? My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for? My girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I really can't think off one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I actually bought Christmas p.j's for Kamryn and Jillian in February LOL which is not the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Not that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Turtles chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Colored on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Silent Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel for Christmas or stay at home? We have always been able to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. And of course the most famous of all Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Right now a star, but I'm waiting for a hand crafted snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Morning but we always have, jammies on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? When Christmas and Halloween are mixed together on a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What I love most about Christmas? The excitement the girls feel and I love a decorated tree to sit and watch in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite Christmas Cookie? My dads shortbread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite decoration? I have a toilet paper Santa I made in gr 3 (way way back in 1982 LOL) I love hanging on my tree. Other than that is has to be all my snowmen (I'm addicted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you could have anything in the world what would it be? Just a meeting with all my loved ones who have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I am also posting some pictures of my swap gift I recieved for MMTAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R261q1mg6OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rlBESGIAjuM/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R261q1mg6OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rlBESGIAjuM/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147251171678808290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R261rVmg6PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/49KNx7JkVDU/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R261rVmg6PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/49KNx7JkVDU/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147251180268742898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6969421472025781738?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.muchmorethanamom.com/?p=342' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6969421472025781738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6969421472025781738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6969421472025781738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6969421472025781738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-time-has-flown.html' title='Wow time has flown!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R261q1mg6OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rlBESGIAjuM/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-113084957380432840</id><published>2007-12-06T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:04.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Good While It Lasted</title><content type='html'>Well the band trip is off. Yup after all the heart wrenching decision making to say yes. It has been cancelled. Lack of student participation and an increase in price did it in. So I can admit while part of me is sad for Morgyn and missing out on a great experience, the other part is relieved. My bad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can stop and think hey this is only gr 8, there are many trips to come over the years right? So as a consolation her Dad who was saving money up for her too go is flying her home after Christmas for 9 days. I am green with envy. Why you ask? She will get to see her new little cousin, my new niece in person BEFORE ME!! Yep I'm bitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R1jzT6ryoxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kr6KYpQTxmc/s1600-h/s688441234_270319_6557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R1jzT6ryoxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kr6KYpQTxmc/s320/s688441234_270319_6557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141126498139415314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new niece, &lt;strong&gt;Isrielle Jade&lt;/strong&gt; born Nov 17/07. She was an itty little bit at 4lbs 8oz and 18 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,  I want to be 13 again LOL  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-113084957380432840?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/113084957380432840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=113084957380432840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/113084957380432840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/113084957380432840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-was-good-while-it-lasted.html' title='It Was Good While It Lasted'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R1jzT6ryoxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kr6KYpQTxmc/s72-c/s688441234_270319_6557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4308088771109175790</id><published>2007-12-03T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:32:21.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Times A Comin</title><content type='html'>So I received in the mail today my gift from my swap buddy!! It was fun to get a treat in the mail (ya know other than bills). Having been the 1st swap that I have participated in I wasn't sure what to expect. I was a little unsure of how to shop for someone I didn't know and in turn how would someone shop for me? Well my partner hit the jackpot! Somehow she channeled me quite well. I received packets for making veggie dips spinach, dill and Cajun. I am so making a Cajun cheese ball for Christmas Eve. To go with it there were some packets for hot chocolate, White Christmas and Gingerbread. Yum! My kids have been drinking it like crazy the last few weeks. Then I had this fun little box I am going to keep it all in. Also included was a fun plate, my cheese ball will sit quite nicely on and little serving knives with Christmas characters on the ends. I totally scored. Thank you N - http://muchmorethanamom.com and also thank you for hosting and organizing this little pre-Christmas event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that my swap partner likes her gifts I sent off. When I dropped it off last Friday it was about a 12 day delivery. So we're 4 days in and counting.&lt;a href="http://muchmorethanamom.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I still can't link, believe me I have tried) I will also post pictures as soon as I can A: find my cords to my camera B: can get my card made into a disc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4308088771109175790?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4308088771109175790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4308088771109175790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4308088771109175790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4308088771109175790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-times-comin.html' title='Christmas Times A Comin'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5656441212870921333</id><published>2007-11-16T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:05.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Trips</title><content type='html'>Having been a "band geek" myself I chuckled when Morgyn decided to go into band last year. Well when she came home saying Mr. Saul had decided where the gr 8/9 band trip is going I was scared. Ok, drum roll. California here they come! Yep he has decided to do a band trip to California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a mother I have to think back to my own band trips (which I might add didn't start until gr. 10). They were fun, yes they were. There might have been a few illegal drinking activities going on. Said mother might have gotten caught in the act on said band trips, and then getting herself suspended. Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I as this mother had to decide whether I wanted to send my child off without us into another country for 5 very long days. I needed to put my fears aside of doing so and come to the conclusion that she is being offered a chance of a lifetime. So we decided to &lt;strong&gt;let her go&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rz4KcrmcXUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/we70Eq7LlFk/s1600-h/imagesdl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rz4KcrmcXUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/we70Eq7LlFk/s320/imagesdl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133552113105526082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R0HA_bmcXXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wuFx1mhB0H8/s1600-h/SD-00437-C~Greetings-from-San-Diego-Zoo-California-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R0HA_bmcXXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wuFx1mhB0H8/s320/SD-00437-C~Greetings-from-San-Diego-Zoo-California-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134597246152367474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R0HBWbmcXYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vqUcTkO3aIc/s1600-h/mbsouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R0HBWbmcXYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vqUcTkO3aIc/s320/mbsouth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134597641289358722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R0HB-bmcXZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-0ZU9Ddt7No/s1600-h/650073-Hard_Rock_Cafe-San_Diego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/R0HB-bmcXZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-0ZU9Ddt7No/s320/650073-Hard_Rock_Cafe-San_Diego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134598328484126098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like it will be a fun trip I mean Disneyland, San Diego Zoo, Mission Beach and a trip to Hard Rock Cafe. I think I am jealous LOL. My band trips went to Moose Jaw, SK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie and say that I'm not scared to death letting her go all by herself, but going as a chaperon isn't feasible with 2 other kids. But again I can't let my fears control me. Anyone have any tips on souvenir shopping LOL??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5656441212870921333?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5656441212870921333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5656441212870921333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5656441212870921333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5656441212870921333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/11/band-trips.html' title='Band Trips'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rz4KcrmcXUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/we70Eq7LlFk/s72-c/imagesdl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6727833644246912038</id><published>2007-11-12T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:28:35.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>It seems as if it has been forever since I have posted. Then I think WOW I really have a boring life, he he he. Ah well what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had some colds floating around the house, mainly Morgyn who in turn shared with me. UGH, we teach this kids to share but come on there has to be a line right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As November creeps on I get more and more excited that Christmas is on the way. I love the holiday season so much. There is nothing more peaceful to me than a decorated Christmas full of lights. Turn off the lights, plug in the tree and I am done in, I could sit for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years is kinda fun, I am participating in my 1st Christmas "swap". I have had a great time shopping albeit humming and hawing on whether I think my swap buddy will like what I have selected. I have read she likes homemade stuff, so that is always right up my alley WOOHOO craft time is coming. I have a Christmas card exchange going on also with cards heading all the way to the UK and Australia, how fun is that! Finally I have a secret Santa pal who I am sending off too. I love how the Internet brings you so much closer to all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I helped my Aunt put together a scrapbook for her friend, a 1st time scrapping for both of us. So from Friday night 6pm to Saturday afternoon 3pm (we did have a break LOL) we put together a 50+ page album for her friends "50th" birthday. My Aunt didn't enjoy this so much, my advice was as such "Don't wait till the day before to start"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6727833644246912038?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6727833644246912038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6727833644246912038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6727833644246912038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6727833644246912038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8682994699710904911</id><published>2007-10-31T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:05.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RyiBc3uGG9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/sd7bP1zgm7o/s1600-h/cutestpicturehalooweenjacquie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RyiBc3uGG9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/sd7bP1zgm7o/s320/cutestpicturehalooweenjacquie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127490508754918354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8682994699710904911?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8682994699710904911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8682994699710904911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8682994699710904911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8682994699710904911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RyiBc3uGG9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/sd7bP1zgm7o/s72-c/cutestpicturehalooweenjacquie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-90548729109012618</id><published>2007-10-29T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:05.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>It is 10 years today that my Dad died, it seems so I don't know? Like how can time have passed so fast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back and it like WOW it was 20 years ago that he suffered his 1st major heart attack. He was 37 and the Dr's worked and worked until they had him back, he had so many shocks his chest was actually burnt from the paddles. That started a long 10 year battle, with basically living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started out with a pacemaker, which lasted for only a bit. Then he moved onto a defibrillator, I remember looking at this little metal box we found among his stuff and was amazed that at one time this has been in his chest, shocking his heart back into rhythm if needed. He always said that it was an unnerving feeling when it did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally was put on the transplant list he was excited yet nervous. The time had come though, you could always tell when he was sicker as his hair that was normally curly would go straight (??? meds I guess). He spent a long time in London, ON waiting. He loved it out there and he was so good a making new friends. He met a boy/man? I guess he was 21 or so, out there and they became fast friends. he was crushed when Chris died. He was the son he never had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he got his transplant and it didn't take long to realize that he had a "perfect match" as they called it. The Dr's were amazed at how well a match he had. He came home and started living again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was good until the following spring and he went to the hospital sick, and this is where a very sad/unnecessary chain of events happened that when all was said and done his new heart was ruined, and basically his new heart ended up back where he had began at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night he went to bed and just never woke up, at the age of 47. It was really rather peace full considering all he had been thru. I was in Toronto on the truck with Bruce when my Mom got a hold of me. That was the longest ride back to Winnipeg ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was a good man, and it was always ironic that his most generous feature his heart was the one that betrayed him. He had such an infectious laugh and it is so nice to hear my youngest sister laugh it is our Dad all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is some about my Dad, thought I'd share it with you all this day of remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RybJHnuGG8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6UvFcq1E9aE/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RybJHnuGG8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6UvFcq1E9aE/s320/img004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127006358566476738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-90548729109012618?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/90548729109012618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=90548729109012618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/90548729109012618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/90548729109012618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RybJHnuGG8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6UvFcq1E9aE/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-959359087686611822</id><published>2007-10-28T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:05.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10-20-30</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by A B C to do this meme that asks &lt;strong&gt;What Were You Doing 10, 20 and 30 years &lt;/strong&gt;ago.&lt;a href="http://abc-ourlovebug.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see &lt;strong&gt;10 years ago &lt;/strong&gt;I was marrying the love of my life on a beautiful day in May. It would have been my Grandparents 50th wedding anniversary that day and year so it was extra special to me. I was the mother of a 3 year old and I worked at a nursing home caring for the elderly. I lived in Winnipeg at the time, although we had tried a stint at living in Calgary, AB with my in-laws (yes I said I lived with my in-laws) which was wrong on so many levels but that is a book for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RyViq3uGG7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-VCHWru0ACs/s1600-h/img043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RyViq3uGG7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-VCHWru0ACs/s320/img043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126612239482493874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 years ago &lt;/strong&gt;I entered my teen years, exactly where Morgyn is today. How did my mother survive 4 of us? and not kick some serious ass leaves me in awe! Times were different then I guess. I cheated and googled back to 1997 LOL and I totally remember listening to this music &lt;br /&gt;1."Open Your Heart" ... Madonna &lt;br /&gt;2."Livin' on a Prayer" ... Bon Jovi &lt;strong&gt;(see my love for them goes waaaaay back)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ."Jacob's Ladder" ... Huey Lewis and the News &lt;br /&gt;4."Lean on Me" ... Club Nouveau &lt;br /&gt;5."Nothing's Going to Stop Us Now" ... Starship &lt;br /&gt;6."I Knew You Were Waiting" ... Aretha Franklin &amp; George Michael &lt;br /&gt;7."Died in Your Arms" ... Cutting Crew &lt;br /&gt;8."With or Without You" ... U2 &lt;br /&gt;9."You Keep Me Hangin' On" ... Kim Wilde &lt;br /&gt;10."Always" ... Atlantic Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 years ago &lt;/strong&gt;(sigh wow that sounds so long ago) I was 3. Yup just a little older than Jillian. I don't remember much about that time. I lost my Nanny that year, just days after I had turned 3. That is one thing I can say has left a void in my life I have always missed. All I know is what I was told about her and I, and it is heartbreaking to think how we missed out on the love of this wonderful woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing this is made me think of how significant different times in your life can be, but how they all come together later in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can only hope that &lt;strong&gt;A B C&lt;/strong&gt; shows up as the person who tagged me? (Nope had to remove what I had there since it wasn't right)  If not anyone that reads this feel free to leave a long detailed comment as to how I can insert people I whos blogs I read onto posts.  I just can't seem to figure it out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and I tag Chelle/Jolene/Kristi if you guys happen to come by  :-) (and anyone else really,  leave a comment if you do I would love to read your posts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-959359087686611822?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/959359087686611822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=959359087686611822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/959359087686611822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/959359087686611822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-20-30.html' title='10-20-30'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RyViq3uGG7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-VCHWru0ACs/s72-c/img043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2044823500367916222</id><published>2007-10-17T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:06.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RxZiX7mPMbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qyohn06aPX4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RxZiX7mPMbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qyohn06aPX4/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122389789455102386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley tonight! He is so fun and has such great songs, I mean come on who gets a hit out of a song about "Ticks" lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With any luck or at least that is what my husband is praying for this will be my last concert for awhile. I went to Nickelback this past August (and yes they freakin ROCKED it) and then Keith Urban last month. I have had my fair share this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare tell him I'm lusting after Bon Jovi tickets for this December?? Probably not or I'm betting he would confiscate my credit cards LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*update*&lt;/strong&gt; Well the concert was awesome!  Brad Paisley puts on a great show.  Our seats were probably the best I have ever had,  you could almost reach out and touch him it seemed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2044823500367916222?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2044823500367916222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2044823500367916222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2044823500367916222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2044823500367916222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/10/off-to-see.html' title='Off to see'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RxZiX7mPMbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qyohn06aPX4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4436771518560078958</id><published>2007-10-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:06.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s'/><title type='text'>Life With a 2 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been awhile since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on with life with a 2 year old.  It would seem being on my 3 daughter this would be old hand,  but not so much.  Jillian is so different that her older sisters were at that age she leaves me in constant amazement.  Well that and sometimes constant banging my head on the wall.  This girl is mix of everything.  She is sweet,  loveable,  stubborn,  bossy,  playful,  helpful,  cute as a button,  trouble, smart and lately it seems as if she might have been a Mexican jumping bean in a previous life ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Morgyn and Kamryn are in school full time it is just us from 8:30am - 3:35pm.  I think she is enjoying not having to share Momma with anyone and has decided naps are NOT for her.  Oh joy.  It works well until about 5:00 and then the horns start to appear.  But during the day she loves to help "clean".  The new favorite word is "sur"e.  Well that and noOpe, that one she has mastered.  Every morning after I read the paper,  and she has learned well let Momma read the paper 1st &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; we can do her favorite puzzle (my paper is my coffee in the morning). This morning she was so funny I had just put the paper down and she comes over "Momma,  paper done?  Come puzzle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jumping thing?? My Aunt keeps telling me she is our boy in disguise, she jumps everywhere and has NO fear whatsoever.  It scares me a bit.  But she jumps up the stairs,  down the stairs,  from the loveseat to the footstool to the chair,  from the arm of the couch onto the couch,  the bed and her crib!  It is crazy.  But it's always see Momma "jumping".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is funny she has the Puss in Boots look down pat minus the hat and stands there with the "look" and her hands together as if she were "praying".  "Pease Momma Pease"  the kid is good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to supper time she is learning to set the table,  usually it is a fight with Kamryn who puts on what but in the end it gets done and while we may have  some knives and forks upside down,  sideways LOL it gets done.  She also loves to "put" away the vacuum,  it is something else to watch her take her little foot and press the button to retrack the cord back in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were spelling her name  so she would repeat what I said,  or try.&lt;br /&gt;She does well but the L's trip her up,  which would probably explain why she calls her Auntie Liz - Auntie Dick??  But as we spelled I would say J and she would repeat all the way to A instead of A she says B!  It was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anything the days/moments she drives me bonkers and scares the crap out of me jumping are made up with the "wuv you" she has come to say.  She can melt hearts with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RxROgrmPMaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fxoxaM6Hh74/s1600-h/gf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RxROgrmPMaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fxoxaM6Hh74/s320/gf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121804999592980898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4436771518560078958?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4436771518560078958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4436771518560078958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4436771518560078958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4436771518560078958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-with-2-year-old.html' title='Life With a 2 Year Old'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RxROgrmPMaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fxoxaM6Hh74/s72-c/gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-3749557471576042161</id><published>2007-09-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:06.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RvsZDPud32I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GSXnLaei7iY/s1600-h/roloson2_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RvsZDPud32I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GSXnLaei7iY/s320/roloson2_th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114709345361059682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!  The new hockey season is about to set upon us!  I am excited!!  My husband is likely groaning  ;-)  Right now the pre-season games are on but I am reduced to listening to the radio,  yes that is how addicted I am.  I can actually sit and listen to it on ther radio (or computer right now)my Poppa would be so proud.  Lots of new players this season but my favorite is still here.  Dwayne Roloson,  he is an awesome goalie to watch he has some seriously good moves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hoping to go to a game this year (crossing fingers LOL).  My BFF is coming to visit and we're hoping we can coincide a game during that visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeeee I am excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-3749557471576042161?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/3749557471576042161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=3749557471576042161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3749557471576042161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/3749557471576042161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Here!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RvsZDPud32I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GSXnLaei7iY/s72-c/roloson2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8593577964572904569</id><published>2007-09-24T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:06.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Man Seriously Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RviYC_ud31I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2i7CSfoPsn4/s1600-h/Keith-Urban-em01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RviYC_ud31I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2i7CSfoPsn4/s320/Keith-Urban-em01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114004554112687954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so this is what I did Saturday night, my sister and I went to Keith Urbans second concert in our city. This man created quite the buzz from his 2 shows. It was awesome that is all I can say. The radio station that hosted fielded phone calls from fans all morning, they also had a contest where you could win $2500 if you were the 103 caller this morning and knew the "code word" from the 2 shows. I tried for 20 mins and then had to leave to take Kamryn to school :-( Not that I really thought I would have gotten thru BUT it was nice to dream. I have been to a few concerts now and while the show wasn't "glitzy" it was amazing, that man can play a guitar like no other I have seen. He works it well LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the year of concerts for me, my poor husband I'm sure cringes every time he hears a concert announcement. We have had tons of opportunities and while I have resisted many I couldn't resist Nickelback (in August when I was back home) Keith Urban this past weekend and next month is Brad Paisley. Yup I admit I went a little crazy this year. But in my defence I did resist some Tim McGraw/Faith Hill and Bon Jovi. I have seen them before but would have loved to have gone again. Bon Jovi was the 1st concert I had ever been too and it seems like forever and a day ago (it was likely 15 years ago). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend. It was fun. So who have you seen in concert?  Who was your favorite and who would you love to see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8593577964572904569?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8593577964572904569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8593577964572904569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8593577964572904569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8593577964572904569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-man-seriously-rocks.html' title='This Man Seriously Rocks!!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RviYC_ud31I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2i7CSfoPsn4/s72-c/Keith-Urban-em01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7712814743592479694</id><published>2007-09-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:41:59.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing you  "The Blue Margarita"</title><content type='html'>So I found this fun little meme on Cheryl's blog (and yes I still can't figure out how to insert that in here, one day LOL). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;strong&gt;Discover You Alias Names....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Your Rock Star Name (made up of your 1st pet and your current car):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey Grand Caravan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your Gangsta Name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Road Oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your Soap Opera Name (middle name, city where you were born):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn Portage la Prairie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Superhero name ("The" favorite color, favorite drink): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Margarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Nascar name (first names of your Grandfathers):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Stripper name (name of your favorite perfume, favorite candy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanctuary Liquorice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl you always have such fun things like this. Thanks for the open invitation you always have when you do these fun memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if I use my Facebook Stripper name it would be Samantha Leathershock,  I think I like Sanctuary Liquorice better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back into the school routine has been tough after a nice summer holiday.  The girls are enjoying school.  Well Morgyn is at this I hate school phase,  I'm hoping it goes hand in hand with turning 13??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn enjoys going all day this year,  I always ask when I pick her up "so what did you do today?"  9 times out of 10 I get well we had recess then, then lunch and recess, then we had 3rd recess.  Do we think my kid likes recess?  I learned to rephrase my question quite fast to "so what did you do at school today &lt;strong&gt;besides&lt;/strong&gt; recess?" These kids of mine will have me trained soon LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7712814743592479694?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7712814743592479694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7712814743592479694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7712814743592479694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7712814743592479694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/09/bringing-you-blue-margarita.html' title='Bringing you  &quot;The Blue Margarita&quot;'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-9009529304418934968</id><published>2007-09-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:06.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RugDcgdh3EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gBIcFuRH2M4/s1600-h/header_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RugDcgdh3EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gBIcFuRH2M4/s320/header_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109337565536836674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I am, I am a Big Brother fan.  I guess being that it is a summer thing it is easy to not get overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last few weeks I have decided I am NOT a Donato fan!  Why oh why were these 2 let to rule and dominate that house,  yes I know that is part of the game?  But I mean these 2 are so damn arrogant.  E.D/Dick I mean seriously buddy have a shower!  You look like a slime ball!  Daniele I liked you in the beginning,  that soon faded. You are just as sleezy as your Dad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bad reality t.v. show watcher, it ticks me off to no end when I see what I see.  Some I'm sure love these 2,  why who knows?  But me I am so hoping Zach can finally pull up his socks and win something when it matters.  Please oh please LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my Big Brother rant,  for those who don't watch sorry.  I can say this will be my last word,  the show is almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-9009529304418934968?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/9009529304418934968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=9009529304418934968' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/9009529304418934968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/9009529304418934968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-addicted.html' title='I Am Addicted'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RugDcgdh3EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gBIcFuRH2M4/s72-c/header_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5022722565825379499</id><published>2007-08-27T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:07.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RtPCDp_qGEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0zeXDd9PzkY/s1600-h/dhukfront-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RtPCDp_qGEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0zeXDd9PzkY/s320/dhukfront-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103636170809153602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am finally done. It was bittersweet I have to say. I have had my book in my hands since it was released, sadly I couldn't read it then. Well I could have but at the time we had friends staying with us and while it is one thing to ignore your own flesh and blood you can't very well ignore those that have come 1200 miles to visit you. So it sat until we got back from our own holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started, slowly at 1st. The 1st couple chapters didn't quite reel me in. Then it started to get good. But I read slowly I found myself not wanting it to go too fast since well after this that was it. It was tough to pace myself. It wasn't until I got to the fighting at Hogwarts that I couldn't put it down. I read like a mad woman. Then it was over. I was half expecting to sob my way thru, I had my Aunt who finished her book before me saying if I sobbed YOU will definately be in trouble. But for some reason I didn't? Which is rare for me, I cried like a baby when Dumbledore died in the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it alot. I liked how everything kinda came full circle and how it all made sense. I like how JK tied up all the loose ends. I liked the 19 years later bit, I'm one who wanted to know who married who and what their kids names were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts was the description of Lupins and Tonks baby Teddy and his color changing hair, such a little part but I can't wait and hope it will be incorporated into the final movie.  I loved how at the end Lily/James/Lupin were by Harry's side as he headed to where Voldermort was,  that gave me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the whole I really enjoyed the book and it was sad when it was over.  Now what LOL??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5022722565825379499?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5022722565825379499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5022722565825379499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5022722565825379499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5022722565825379499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RtPCDp_qGEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0zeXDd9PzkY/s72-c/dhukfront-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-390898064194186786</id><published>2007-08-26T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:22:47.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were a crayon?</title><content type='html'>What color would you be?   I am a blue crayon.  Fitting I found since I wear alot of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="346" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#000066" class="toysforyourblog"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th width="336" colspan="3" scope="col"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;You are most like:&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color="#FFCC00" size="5"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;You are Blue&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://toysforyourblog.com/quiz/13/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cool and soothing, with a hidden spontanious side.  You are deeper than most people percieve, and you care a lot for those whom you surround yourself with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000" size="3"&gt;Take this quiz: &lt;a href="http://toysforyourblog.com/quiz/13/Which_Crayola_Box_of_8_Color_Are_You.php"&gt;&lt;font color="#00FF99"&gt;Which Crayola Box of 8 Color Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#0099FF" size="-1"&gt;Visit Toys For Your Blog.com for &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00CCFF"&gt;more&lt;/font&gt; blog &lt;font color="#00CCFF"&gt;quizzes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this fun idea via a blog I read.  Again I have had troubles linking her blog here (one day i will get it LOL one day)&lt;br /&gt;So what color are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-390898064194186786?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/390898064194186786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=390898064194186786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/390898064194186786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/390898064194186786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-were-crayon.html' title='If you were a crayon?'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6889227450764606779</id><published>2007-08-23T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:10:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Idea</title><content type='html'>Coming from Cheryl's blog  (as much as I have tried I&lt;strong&gt; cannot &lt;/strong&gt;figure out how too add a link *sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your middle name--mine happens to be &lt;strong&gt;Lee Ann&lt;/strong&gt;--and use every letter in it to tell something about yourself! I'm officially tagging you all on it and asking you to play along. Put your answers in my comments section, or post a comment letting us know that you are doing it on your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;strong&gt;likeable&lt;/strong&gt;.  Although I am quite shy I like to think I am &lt;strong&gt;likeable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;easy going&lt;/strong&gt;.  I am a pretty calm, cool and collect kind of person.  I take most things in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;eager &lt;/strong&gt;to please.  I like to make sure those around me are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;strong&gt;away&lt;/strong&gt;.  I am away from the city/home I grew up in all my life.  It is hard at times to be so far from family and fiends and the "norm" I was use too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;nice.&lt;/strong&gt;.  What else is there to say about nice LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;not a very critical person&lt;/strong&gt;.  I usually see the glass half full and that there is always good in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank Cheryl for inspiring this post for me.  I have seen it around blogland the last few days and hope to see some more middle names out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6889227450764606779?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6889227450764606779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6889227450764606779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6889227450764606779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6889227450764606779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-idea.html' title='A Fun Idea'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-7950273341586212289</id><published>2007-08-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:07.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXY7p_qGCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vSKWqZSrho4/s1600-h/img057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXY7p_qGCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vSKWqZSrho4/s320/img057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720672463689762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXYw5_qGBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SGZ2Juw1hEQ/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXYw5_qGBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SGZ2Juw1hEQ/s320/img010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720487780096018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXYqZ_qGAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mopnnl83gzE/s1600-h/img026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXYqZ_qGAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mopnnl83gzE/s320/img026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720376110946306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 is the age Morgyn turns today. Where has 13 years gone? Where did my scrawny baby with the long arms and legs go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like eons ago that I woke up the morning of Aug 17 not thinking this was the DAY. It took me about an hour to figure out that no I wasn't peeing myself, my water was trickling LOL. So off to the hospital we went. Morgyn's Dad was at work, so he met us there. I was lucky for the 1st 4 hours I was in labour I felt no contractions. When they started I was like um I can't do this. But then it kinda went fast, I had a shot of demerol and relief. When that wore off they offered me the gas mask, that was 2 hours of unaware bliss. How sad does that sound? The only thing that I remember from that time was trying to get my feet unstuck from under the covers LOL. Then I remember the pushing, and the Dr saying do you want something to numb you? I was like it's not that bad (yeah delusions huh?). And then she was here this 7lbs 8oz baby looking up at with the most bright brown eyes I had ever seen. That is how she became Morgyn, it was either that or Rebecca. But those eyes did it, my baby book said Morgyn meant bright eyes of the sea. It was a shoo in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew together those 1st years Morgyn and I. Her Dad and I didn't stay together as a couple but we stayed friends and we still get along well to this day. It has always just worked the best for Morgyn that we do. She also inherited Bruce as a Dad, he came into her life when she was 2. Morgyn doesn't remember a time that he wasn't with us. She lucked out there, well we both did. Bruce loves Morgyn as if she was his by blood, and no one could ever tell him or her she wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are 13 years later and she has crept up to be taller that me already. My shoes are too small on her. She is going to be a tall girl that's for sure. I love watching her grow into a young woman. The teen attitude will likely kill me, but then I remember my parents survived 4 of us girls LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy 13th Birthday to my sweet girl. Sniff sniff, time goes all to fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-7950273341586212289?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/7950273341586212289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=7950273341586212289' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7950273341586212289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/7950273341586212289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RsXY7p_qGCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vSKWqZSrho4/s72-c/img057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2192154828705470848</id><published>2007-08-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:22:37.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCER YOU SUCK ASS!!!</title><content type='html'>And yes I'm yelling.  I hate you I really do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you took away my Grandfather!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you took away my Uncle!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you are going to take away my Aunt's friend!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you pick no favorites young/old/male/female!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you are in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that one of my BFF's is so sick with fighting you that she can't come to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that your going to make her hair fall out to get rid of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that there already has been days when you have made her want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you have torn her family apart,  leaving her younger children wondering where Mommy is and her older ones knowing all to well where she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that her husband is so torn he doesn't know where to go?  To the kids,  to his wife, to work?  Since unfortunately money doesn't grow on trees and while his wife is sick there are still bills to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you have struck and I am so damn far away I CAN'T help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear internet I am angry,  I'm mad as hell!  I had been in Winnipeg for all of 36 hours and I phone one of my BFF's Jennifer,  who had JUST been out to visit with her family and we were excited to get to see each other again in  a few weeks.  I was not expecting to hear when I phoned her house that the day before she gotten the dx of Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia, herein after referred to as APL (since I don't want to be too crude but at this moment that fucking APL comes to mind).  To say I was shocked was an understatement,  to say they were shocked was an even bigger understatement!  By the time I left Winnipeg (which was really hard) she had almost finished a 7 day course of chemotherapy,  she was trying to figure what to do with her hair?  shave it before it started to fall out?  She was battling with the fact that she won't be taking one of her DD's Cierra to get back to school clothes or school supplies.  She was battling with a sore mouth that was not letting anything pass thru comfortably.  She well was just battling for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were thrown at her (them) so fast before they had time to settle down she was already hooked up to bags of "poison" as she calls it.  There is talk of her going the Naturopath way (which scares the hell out of me),  the only reason she even started chemo was that the Dr her mother sees for Naturopath was away for 2 weeks and the Dr's at the hospital said that she didn't have that time to WAIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Jennifers mother was dx a year ago with terminal lung cancer,  she is doing the Naturopath treatments because they couldn't do anything else for her.  She has lived 6 months longer than they told her and still is doing well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess for me it is ignorance is bliss I do not know much about Naturopath.  It just scares the hell out of me when Jennifer talks of doing that instead of chemo,  I mean she has 4 kids and a husband,  family and friends.  But I digress,  this is not about me it is about how CANCER SUCKS ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can muster up about this right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2192154828705470848?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2192154828705470848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2192154828705470848' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2192154828705470848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2192154828705470848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/cancer-you-suck-ass.html' title='CANCER YOU SUCK ASS!!!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4426880054657315634</id><published>2007-08-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:10:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I have resisted saying that these last 2+ years we have been here in Edmonton.  Home is suppose to be Winnipeg where I lived for 30 years!  I was very glad to make it home yesterday.  The driving was very loooong.  We did it in one day on the way their CRAZY is all I have to say about that!!  Our drive back was alot better,  we did it in 2 days this time.  No frenzied 15 hour drive,  a nice broken up one.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had a great visit.  Saw friends and laughed,  saw friends and visited saw friends and cried.  My BFF girls were dancing at the Chilean Pavillion for Folklorama and we went and watched,  we had some good food and watched Alli And Bella dance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I went to the Nickelback concert.  It was frickin awesome!!  I have loved them for a long time and it was just fluke that they ended up in Winnipeg when we were there,  a sure sign that I was to go I figure or thats what I tell Bruce,  I have gone a little crazy with concert tickets lately.  I'm going to Keith Urban in September and Brad Paisley in October.  Nickelback was my sisters 1st concert ever, she got jipped out of going to Tim McGraw with me a few years back (damn assh**e ex-boyfriends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things we miss about Winnipeg,  sadly they have to do with food LOL.  So back with me I brought potatoes,  tomatoes,  rice,  and Jeannes cake.  ALberta potatoes sucks the big one,  don't ask me why?  But they do.  Jeannes cake we grew up on and they are really just a standard cake with this yummy shortbread bottom.  Love it!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual time flew while we were there,  my Mom came back with us so that made leaving easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we go back my sister will have had her baby,  a little girl Israel Jade (not sure if that is how they will spell Israel?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one more thing happen when we were there but that deserves another post of it's own.  So I will sign off and try and get thru preparing that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4426880054657315634?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4426880054657315634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4426880054657315634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4426880054657315634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4426880054657315634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2226225845406686388</id><published>2007-07-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:38:34.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been busy around here</title><content type='html'>I have had friends visiting from back home the last 10 days.  The kids had a blast and the adults did too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off tomorrow for a visit back to Winnipeg.  The girls and I will be gone until August 10th.  So I will be back then,  hopefully with lots to tell LOL.  I am bursting with excitment getting to see family and friends PLUS I scored some Nickelback tickets WOOOOHOOOO!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a few weeks,  have fun everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2226225845406686388?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2226225845406686388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2226225845406686388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2226225845406686388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2226225845406686388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-busy-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s been busy around here'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6192696248252009221</id><published>2007-07-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:07.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A must read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RqbvKFUHxdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_e5S0oEbL7M/s1600-h/Team_WM.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RqbvKFUHxdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_e5S0oEbL7M/s320/Team_WM.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091019385293227474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear a lot about breast cancer these days. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetimes, and there are millions living with it in the U.S. today alone. But did you know that there is more than one type of breast cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t. I thought that breast cancer was all the same. I figured that if I did my monthly breast self-exams, and found no lump, I’d be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. It turns out that you don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer. Six weeks ago, I went to my OB/GYN because my breast felt funny. It was red, hot, inflamed, and the skin looked…funny. But there was no lump, so I wasn’t worried. I should have been. After a round of antibiotics didn’t clear up the inflammation, my doctor sent me to a breast specialist and did a skin punch biopsy. That test showed that I have inflammatory breast cancer, a very aggressive cancer that can be deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflammatory breast cancer is often misdiagnosed as mastitis because many doctors have never seen it before and consider it rare. “Rare” or not, there are over 100,000 women in the U.S. with this cancer right now; only half will survive five years. Please call your OB/GYN if you experience several of the following symptoms in your breast, or any unusual changes: redness, rapid increase in size of one breast, persistent itching of breast or nipple, thickening of breast tissue, stabbing pain, soreness, swelling under the arm, dimpling or ridging (for example, when you take your bra off, the bra marks stay – for a while), flattening or retracting of the nipple, or a texture that looks or feels like an orange (called peau d’orange). Ask if your GYN is familiar with inflammatory breast cancer, and tell her that you’re concerned and want to come in to rule it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more than one kind of breast cancer. Inflammatory breast cancer is the most aggressive form of breast cancer out there, and early detection is critical. It’s not usually detected by mammogram. It does not usually present with a lump. It may be overlooked with all of the changes that our breasts undergo during the years when we’re pregnant and/or nursing our little ones. It’s important not to miss this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflammatory breast cancer is detected by women and their doctors who notice a change in one of their breasts. If you notice a change, call your doctor today. Tell her about it. Tell her that you have a friend with this disease, and it’s trying to kill her. Now you know what I wish I had known before six weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Feel free to steal this post too.  I’d be happy for anyone in the blogosphere to take it and put it on their site, no questions asked.  Dress it up, dress it down, let it run around the place barefoot. I don’t care.  But I want the word to get out.  I don’t want another young mom — or old man — or anyone in between — to have to stare at this thing on their chest and wonder, is it mastitis?  Is it a rash?  Am I overreacting?  This cancer moves FAST, and early detection and treatment is critical for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is written by a woman WhyMommy who discovered IBC while b/f her DS.  Her strength is amazing to say the least.  This is her link she is always looking for supportive comments and survivor stories.  http://toddlerplanet.wordpress.com/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not figure out how to insert a link,  I try to no avail :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://toddlerplanet.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6192696248252009221?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6192696248252009221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6192696248252009221' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6192696248252009221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6192696248252009221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/07/must-read.html' title='A must read.'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RqbvKFUHxdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_e5S0oEbL7M/s72-c/Team_WM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5465993127502863860</id><published>2007-07-11T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:45:51.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps In the Night</title><content type='html'>So I'm up a little late tonight.  As I sit here at the computer playing that darn iLike Music Challenge on Facebook I hear footsteps.  I can hear them trod across the living room floor as I am in the basement,  they go to one side and come back.  I then hear these steps come thru the kitchen and down the stairs into the basement.  I look to see Kamryn hands full of blankie,  her baby, Simba and Chicka Chicka Blue.  So I said to her what ya doing?  She flashes me her toothless grin and says "nothing" she then mumbles something I'm still not quite sure of what it was,  sits down on the couch all la-di-da.  Ya know it's only 1:15am LMAO.  So I go and pull back the covers on my bed call her and she climbs in and goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my sleepwalking genes may have been passed on?  I use to have conversations with my Mom and her B/F all the time in the middle of the night.  The most famous was when the B/F was sitting on the "throne" late one night.  I was none the wiser come the next day,  B/F learned to lock the door even late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will see if Kamryn remembers any of this LOL,  and with that note I'mm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5465993127502863860?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5465993127502863860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5465993127502863860' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5465993127502863860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5465993127502863860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/07/footsteps-in-night.html' title='Footsteps In the Night'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1458720081928239120</id><published>2007-07-10T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:28:27.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Infertility is not a word I ever thought I would associate with myself. That was until 7 years ago. I will admit Morgyn was my oops baby, not planned but certainly not unwanted. When I met Bruce, Morgyn and I were a package deal and he took us lock stock and barrel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until we decided to add to our family that it became apparent that something was wrong. Things had never really been right after Morgyn, but my GP chalked it up to breastfeeding. I had not had a regular cycle in 5 years, I started to gain weight and I had all these odd little things going on. I had switched to a new GP and it became apparent for lack of better words she was as useless as tits on a bull. I bugged her for almost a year that um we have not used any sort of birth control in 3years and nothing was happening. She finally referred us to a fertility clinic, my 1st visit with Dr. Lee was uneventful but interesting. This was a man who had no qualms about wearing a pink sweater, funky pointed shoes and carrying a "purse" of sorts. Little did I realize that this man would work miracles on my screwed up body. A diagnose was quick to come PCOS, or Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (if I could figure out how to link I would but alas I haven't). When I read up on it, it all made sense, that was ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took us 3 months which was relatively short after 4 long years of trying to get pregnant with Kamryn. I had to use Clomid/Metformin and Basal Body Temperature. When that stick showed 2 lines I was in shock. Our experience getting pregnant with Jillian was easier since we knew what the problem was and what drugs worked. I did conceive on my own but sadly we miscarried. That was one of the hardest times of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been reading of others who have had infertility issues. When I read their stories I think I almost had it easy. We were fortunate that after 3 months of pills both times we were able to conceive 2 great girls. I think at times I stop and go WOW can I consider myself in the same books of those that have spent $1000's on IVF to achieve their dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that without Dr. Lee I don't know where we would be today. I left my appointments with him feeling hope and that he truly cared. When we lost our angel baby he comforted us and made a promise that it would happen again. My only wish it that all couple out there end up with a Dr like we had,  and that they end up with a precious baby in their arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1458720081928239120?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1458720081928239120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1458720081928239120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1458720081928239120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1458720081928239120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/07/infertility-is-not-word-i-ever-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6373436933840616800</id><published>2007-07-03T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:08.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Ros3nXBoYsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QstmvsOGfmY/s1600-h/ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Ros3nXBoYsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QstmvsOGfmY/s320/ant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083217753753019074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ANT!!!  Yes ant.  The girls and I went for a walk the other day with my Aunt,  she lives right by the River Valley and it's a nice albeit gruelling walk when you are out of shape but I digress.  My girls LOVE their Great-Aunt and what we discovered on our trek is they do not love ANTS!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked Morgyn was riding a bike and the chain came off,  so as we stand there trying to fix it Kamryn looks down to discover she is standing on an ANT hill!  To say the kid went ape shit is an understatment.  OMG I have never seen her freak out like this.  So we get her calmed down and continue on.  As we head back up the hill to come home I figure it would be easier to let Jillian walk rather than push her,  she was game and doing quite well UNTIL she saw ants.  Well I guess it was a case of monkey see monkey do.  UGH.  She freaks on me.  Kamryn then again has another freak out when she discovers another ant on her leg.  I guess the 1st time I have to give her she was standing on a ant hill,  the 2nd time it was just one.  It was to say the least a very long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were helping my Aunt with yard work.  All was going well until Jillian spotted ants!  Well she goes ape shit again on me.  I'm sure the neighbours thought we were beating her or something.  I had to feel bad for the poor flowers she was standing on.  So needless to say by this time I'm ready to kick some Kamryn butt since basically until this weekend Jillian had no problem with ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have it my kids are scared of ants and I am never going walking with them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6373436933840616800?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6373436933840616800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6373436933840616800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6373436933840616800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6373436933840616800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-scary.html' title='A Big Scary'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Ros3nXBoYsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QstmvsOGfmY/s72-c/ant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-8863420540781705796</id><published>2007-07-01T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:08.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Roh8wnBoYqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jrMj0JasnPI/s1600-h/img048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Roh8wnBoYqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jrMj0JasnPI/s320/img048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082449354038993570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it is only from kindergarten but it was a nice day for the kids. The cap and gown was cute, they had an assembly and got their diplomas and now Kamryn is done her 1st year of school (sniff sniff). I don't think this year could have went any quicker? Time moved doubly fast this year. One started elementary school another Jr high. Kamryn thoroughly enjoyed her 1st year of school, she has waited for quite a few years. Watching her big sister go every day made it even more of a "want". We lucked out in having an awesome teacher, &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. A &lt;/strong&gt;rocked. It has been 3 days and Kamryn already misses her. I hope next years teacher is a good one, I had heard rumors of the teacher who could possibly be teaching 1st grade and was scared. But it seems we have a new one coming in so I am hoping all will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our long weekend has been very quiet. There are Canada Day fireworks tonight, unfortunately they don't start till 11pm which is a little too late for Jillian. It stays bright very late these days. But we had a yummy bar-b-que, my Aunt makes the best potato salad. Tomorrow I am off to see if I can get a patio set, the picnic table that was here when we moved in is a little rickety looking well that and my cousins dog thought it quite the chew toy last summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-8863420540781705796?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/8863420540781705796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=8863420540781705796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8863420540781705796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/8863420540781705796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-graduate.html' title='My Graduate'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Roh8wnBoYqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jrMj0JasnPI/s72-c/img048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-2366790867265565509</id><published>2007-06-28T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick one today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RoQO9nBoYoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UfTw-JWEKqM/s1600-h/bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RoQO9nBoYoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UfTw-JWEKqM/s320/bl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081202731191394946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Jillian's 2nd birthday I made her a Blue's Clue cake. I just wanted to share it. I have made a few "character" cakes and really enjoy doing it. One of these days I'm hoping my family gets that it is just way better to stay away from Mommy when these cakes are in progress. I must admit I get a bit anal ;-) But what can I say my creative side is a bit of a perfectionist and I am my own worst critic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made Jillian a giraffe cake for her 1st b-day and well lets just say it hurt me to cut him. See not only anal but a little neurotic too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-2366790867265565509?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/2366790867265565509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=2366790867265565509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2366790867265565509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/2366790867265565509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-quick-one-today.html' title='Just a quick one today'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RoQO9nBoYoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UfTw-JWEKqM/s72-c/bl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6197855270215353866</id><published>2007-06-25T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:02:27.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reads and Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>These days it seems to find a good book is hard.  You sometimes have to do a word of mouth thingy.  One of the blogs I stalk ;-) has just finished reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter and is passing the book along to a reader.  I love me a good book and while time doesn't always allow me the luxury of reading often when I find a good book I'm all over it.  So time will tell if I become a lucky reader winner,  if not oh well I shall have to truck down to my local library then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are now 3 more sleeps till summer vacations starst for my girls.  See good reading opportunity just awaiting.  This summer brings us lots of friends travelling our way to visit.  Yay!  We have been here in Edmonton 2 years now and well I miss friends we left behind.  Then our travels take us back to our hometown Winnipeg for a visit.  The girls and I will be heading out at the end of July,  Bruce well he is staying behind and working since he has just been at this new company a few months.  My Mom is hitching a ride back with us for what has become her annual summer vacation to visit us.  She will be here for Morgyn's 13th birthday in August and Morgyn is quite excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I ready for my kids to be home for 2 months straight,  time will tell.  The older girls will also have a few truck rides with Daddy in between company etc.  there might even be a "kid free" truck ride for Mommy to go on when Nanny is here.  Woohoo a night or two away is always a good refresher.  So that is a bit of our summer plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SUMMER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://overwhelmedwithjoy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overwhelmdwithjot.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6197855270215353866?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6197855270215353866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6197855270215353866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6197855270215353866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6197855270215353866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-reads-and-summer-vacation.html' title='Good Reads and Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1248918773900044705</id><published>2007-06-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:08.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillian is 2 today!  Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbZKjoVxFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rqmS6zEjJHo/s1600-h/normal_jillian%257E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbZKjoVxFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rqmS6zEjJHo/s320/normal_jillian%257E0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077484405293171794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the last 2 years have flown by.  It seems like yesterday we were heading off to the hospital to have our 3rd baby.  My Dr had me on the induction list for almost 2weeks as he figured she was going to be HUGE!  Turns out I just had alot of amniotic fluid.  Jillian was only 8lbs 6oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my induction with Kamryn I though ack this will be a piece of cake (yes I know ha ha ha ha).  It soon was evident that was not to be the case.  After trying my darndest with walking,  walking, and more walking I was even mowing the grass  when we finally got to the the hospital I was a measly 2cm dialated.  So they put in the gel to see if that would help.  Nope.  Twelve hours after the 1st application I was only 4cm dialated.  It wasn't until they decided to break my water at midnight that we actually saw some action.  I had never had a labour like this and being our 3rd I had figured it was going to be the easiest!  This is when I decided that an epidural was for me!  My Dr had me scared to push out my HUGE baby.  After 2 babies with nothing drug wise (well that is not entirely true with Morgyn I had 1 shot of demerol early on)  I figured now was the time to opt for some help.  It was only 3.5 from my water breaking to having Jillian.  All in all she was the longest birth,  longer than her sisters combined LOL.  But after almost and hour of pushing she was here.  I had some really impatient people back home waititng for the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that she also kinda got stuck in there the poor girl and her heart rate decelerated a few times to the point where they were threatening a c-sec,  but our super awesome nurse did this leg manouver and it seemed to work as we had progress.  But she was so bruised my poor baby.  Later that morning the pediatric Dr came and said she needed to go to the NICU because her O-2 levels were a little off.  Ask me how scary that was too find her in there,  she looked so helpless hooked up to all these wires and such.  Although when I looked around she was literally 2x the size of some of the other babies there.  It kept us in the hospital a little longer which really played on my emotions.  They were off as it was since we had only been for just over a month and that was still raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is my monkey,  terrible 2's have set in LOL.  Which I can honestly say is a 1st for us.  But this little girl is full of love.  She chatters up a storm but seems to be hung up on NO!  NO this NO that NO everything.  She loves to torment her sisters.  Her new favorite thing is having books read to her she loves Holi (aka Dora) Franklin and Clue!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy 2nd Birthday my girl.  You are so loved.   &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to make a Clue cake,  wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1248918773900044705?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1248918773900044705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1248918773900044705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1248918773900044705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1248918773900044705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/jillian-is-2-today-happy-birthday.html' title='Jillian is 2 today!  Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbZKjoVxFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rqmS6zEjJHo/s72-c/normal_jillian%257E0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-9063965792029956215</id><published>2007-06-18T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:09.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jillian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYpzoVxEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PAvKEQL7fIY/s1600-h/img039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYpzoVxEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PAvKEQL7fIY/s320/img039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077483842652456002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYcDoVxDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3GlpOwnoiIU/s1600-h/img038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYcDoVxDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3GlpOwnoiIU/s320/img038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077483606429254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYQzoVxBI/AAAAAAAAADs/u_2MaX3c3so/s1600-h/jil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYQzoVxBI/AAAAAAAAADs/u_2MaX3c3so/s320/jil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077483413155726354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYQzoVxCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JrnRUkCwvyA/s1600-h/1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYQzoVxCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JrnRUkCwvyA/s320/1j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077483413155726370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYEzoVxAI/AAAAAAAAADk/uAUBCpnP_m0/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYEzoVxAI/AAAAAAAAADk/uAUBCpnP_m0/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077483206997296130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-9063965792029956215?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/9063965792029956215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=9063965792029956215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/9063965792029956215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/9063965792029956215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-jillian.html' title='My Jillian'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnbYpzoVxEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PAvKEQL7fIY/s72-c/img039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5884558763991681488</id><published>2007-06-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:09.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnMAgDoVw7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZHOAmQZ1ugw/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnMAgDoVw7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZHOAmQZ1ugw/s320/img004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076401755706999730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My Dad where do I start?  He was a good man,  a very kind hearted and sensitive one.  It is ironic that it turned out that his kind heart was a broken one.  This meaning my Dad was only 37 when he suffered his 1st almost fatal heart attck.  It started a 10 long year battle that he finally lost Oct 30/97.  He was actually given a new chance when he had his heart transplant in Sept '06 but sadly after a few mistakes at a local hospital his new heart a perfect match, was ruined.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up we did alot of camping as kids, how he and my Mom loaded us 4 girls up in a 2 door car for 2 weeks still amazes me, no min-van's back then.  LOL.  He and my Mom didn't stay married but in the ends had become friends.  My sister's and I use to go on Sundays and he would bar-b-que a great meal and we would play canasta.  He loved to cook and loved even more cooking for us.  He would be known to share a sip or 2 of wine with Morgyn,  one day I think she had too much after we watched her playing in the rain under and eaves trough.  He felt so bad.  I use to play crib with him alot and a proud to say I was playing with him when he got the elusive "29" hand,  man he was excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's motto kinda became "life is to short to fight" with anyone.  He learned this the hard way,  but like I said after all the years of fighting with my Mom they were friends when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister was and still is alot like my Dad,  I find that she has his laugh which is one of those infectious ones where every one would end up laughing to.  I am glad she will be here this weekend with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes it is sad he missed meeting 3 out of his 6 grandkids.  I found this very apparent one day when Kamryn and I had this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn:  Mom what did Grandpa look like?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well you have seen the picture of him in my bedoom.&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn:  Well yes but ya know I have NEVER heard his VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG insert mega tears here.  I don't know where she came up with that one but well that's my Kamryn.  So what mostly the kids will remember about Grandpa is going and visiting him and feeding the ducks!  We just know he loves to watch them bound thru the cemetary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an experience that I will never forget on the 1st anniversary of his death. His favorite song was "To Be With you" by Mr.  Big.  So I was getting into my van to go and pick up my sister to go to his grave,  as I got in I flipped on my radio and sure as shit what song was playing!  I bawled like a baby and when I got around the corner to pick up my sister well she looked at me and I'm like LOOK what song isplaying on the radio.  I now know whenever I hear that song on the radio my Dad is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a bit about my Dad.  We will miss him this Sunday and now having moved we don't have the luxury of visiting him,  but my sister and I and the kids will surely be thinking of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5884558763991681488?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5884558763991681488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5884558763991681488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5884558763991681488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5884558763991681488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RnMAgDoVw7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZHOAmQZ1ugw/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-1788304020348358854</id><published>2007-06-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:11:16.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See A White Wall</title><content type='html'>And I Want to Paint it BLACK!!  Oh ya and  a t.v,  a t.v. stand,  a crib,  a dresser and the piece de resistance MYSELF.  Jillian was signing this to herself this morning,  well that of course was after I had found her covered in black permanent markwe and started humming it myself.  So after I cleaned her up I started to discover her other "art treasures".  I had thrown out all the permanent black markers but my resourceful little one found another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isopropryll Alcohol is me new best friend,  well to everything BUT the walls.  It didn't come off them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a stint in the "naughty corner" Jillian has been slinking around the house.  Seepishly going "hiiiii" Momma's NOT buying it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know you are all wondering ok where WAS Momma when Jillian was being the artist of the year,  well I was doing ya know the laundry,  tidying up all that fun stuff.  She was with me downstairs and then obviously she headed back upstairs when I was turned around.  So yes that is my BAD parenting moment of the day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Bruce about when he phoned and he was like I so don't remember Morgyn and Kamryn doing that stuff.  Nope me either but we discovered at an early age Jillian was NOT like the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am off for MY turn in the naughty corner for BAD parenting,  now I wish I was 2 again since Jillian well her time there is relativley short.  33 mintues will likely be an eternity  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-1788304020348358854?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/1788304020348358854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=1788304020348358854' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1788304020348358854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/1788304020348358854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-see-white-wall.html' title='I See A White Wall'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6087710558982069118</id><published>2007-06-08T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:10.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE This Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rmo_fjoVw6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_BeA1rrcZb0/s1600-h/charlottesweb_finalposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rmo_fjoVw6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_BeA1rrcZb0/s320/charlottesweb_finalposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937741559219106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn and I just finished watching Charlotte's Web.  Way way back when I remember reading this book and loving it.  So of course when I had Morgyn it was my excuse to buy the movie.  I rented the newer version on the May long weekend when I thought the girls were going to be home and well when they didn't make it back in time I watched it and totally loved it.  I think Kamryn liked it,  I was sure the tears were going to flow but she fought them back stoically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-6087710558982069118?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/6087710558982069118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=6087710558982069118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6087710558982069118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/6087710558982069118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-this-movie.html' title='I LOVE This Movie'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rmo_fjoVw6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_BeA1rrcZb0/s72-c/charlottesweb_finalposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5799518060937768740</id><published>2007-06-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:30:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A scare is a scare</title><content type='html'>So my sister had a bit of a scare this past week.  She is 16 weeks pregnant or so,  and back in January she had the good old faithful PAP test.  Well she ended up with abnormal results and they called her and had booked her in to do this wedge biopsy.  Well here she is doing reading up and they say it shouldn't really be done when you are pregnant.  So she calls the office and speaks to the nurse who says the it is ok Dr will do it anyways since she is a level 4.  Which apparently means she had a high number of cancer cells that were visible.  So our Mom goes to work (she has worked in a hospital for about 26 years) and starts asking some questions.  The answers were NOT what we wanted to hear.  So of course we were in a bit of a "mood" shall I say all weekend.  My sister goes to the Dr this past Tuesday and is like well I'm pregnant I don't think I want to have this done,  the Dr had no clue since her nurse never passed along that little tidbit of info um HELLO???  But in the mean time the Dr does another test and says that it seems as if her levels have dropped,  which is good and can apparently can happen when you end up pregnant after the abnormal PAP she had.  So as it stands now she needs to go back in October and after the baby is born to see what is up.  So far I can only pray she has dodged that "C" bullet,  we have had lot in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5799518060937768740?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5799518060937768740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5799518060937768740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5799518060937768740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5799518060937768740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/scare-is-scare.html' title='A scare is a scare'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-5818829200833799396</id><published>2007-06-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:10.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Does Happen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RmSH6swJ11I/AAAAAAAAACs/jfmXMfFpbaE/s1600-h/kj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072328522841315154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RmSH6swJ11I/AAAAAAAAACs/jfmXMfFpbaE/s320/kj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing that is LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought that little old Mr Spud Bunny would have cause the "mines" to be dropped and induce fun play?? Needless to say with an almost 2yr old, 6yr old and even the soon to be 13yr old there can be a sharing issue. We here alot of mine, so and so took this or that. It is oh so much fun. But the day Spud Bunny was opened we snapped this picture, a new favorite of mine the girls looked so cute sitting there sharing and having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Kamryn's party yesterday and went to see Shrek. It was a hit with the kids, one of her friends ever so nicely said to me "You picked a COOL party!" Kamryn gave me credit for the idea LOL. But all in all with 8 kids in a movie theatre they were aweome, only one bathroom break at the end and I missed the "Not My Gumdrop Button" by Gingy (we are Gingy fans), but oh well what can ya do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to soccer tonight and it is finally decent enough the kids don't need to wear layers under the uniforms, the mosquitos well those buggers are another story this year. But I guess we can't win them all right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-5818829200833799396?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/5818829200833799396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=5818829200833799396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5818829200833799396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/5818829200833799396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-does-happen.html' title='It Does Happen!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RmSH6swJ11I/AAAAAAAAACs/jfmXMfFpbaE/s72-c/kj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4176188445723621867</id><published>2007-05-30T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:10.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rl5h8swJ10I/AAAAAAAAACk/fZGegYyFeAI/s1600-h/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070597925898934082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rl5h8swJ10I/AAAAAAAAACk/fZGegYyFeAI/s320/cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I decided for Kamryn's b-day I would make cupcakes for her to take to school. I had my plan on how they were going to be done. I had everything ready and Morgyn decides she wants to help, so like any good mother I delegated the task of ladybug faces to her. Nothing like passing off the hard part ;-) I think she did quite a nice job, my favorite has to be the mad looking one in the 2nd row 2nd one from the right. It is so cool how their faces look so full of expression. So Morgyn says when we are done "how come they don't look like the ones in the magazine??"  Ah well my dear they are done by professionals!  With all the right tools etc.  We tried LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved them. On Sunday we are doing her party and going to see Shrek 3 I am going to make a cake with Shrek letters on it, fairly simple I figure. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4176188445723621867?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4176188445723621867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4176188445723621867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4176188445723621867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4176188445723621867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/05/ladybugs.html' title='Ladybugs'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rl5h8swJ10I/AAAAAAAAACk/fZGegYyFeAI/s72-c/cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4645440456040599715</id><published>2007-05-28T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:10.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Kamryn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rlu4GMwJ1zI/AAAAAAAAACc/PZu5ceov7TQ/s1600-h/img044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rlu4GMwJ1zI/AAAAAAAAACc/PZu5ceov7TQ/s320/img044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069848222177548082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today is Kamryn's 6th birthday.  Where the time has gone I don't know.  Kindergarden started this past fall and is almost over,  it is all down hill from here I think.  Sad as it is to say it seems as though once they start kindergarden time flies ever so much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn was our long awaited for  baby.  We had been trying almost 4 years with no luck,  I ended up going to a really great Dr at a fertility clinic.  It is amazing what a great Dr can do for you but I that whole story is for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into have Kamryn I had been having some high blood pressure and had been on bed rest and was being monitored by an anti-natal nurse.  I was put on the induction list and when we finally got "the call" we hurried off to the hospital.  I was 4cm dialated and they put me on the pictocin drip (sp?) upping it every 30 mins.  All was great I was feeling quite well,  Bruce had me laughing it was all good.  They broke my water in the mean time.  Well after about 3 hours of being there and nothing it started to hit me all of a sudden,  I had contractions start and boy they started.  Up until that point I had no need for any medication,  I went to the washroom and when I got stuck in their because I couldn't get off the toilet I KNEW I was in trouble.  That's when it hit fast and furious,  it wasn't to long before I said to my nurse I really need to push,  Bruce had gone to phone my BFF since she was suppose to video tape.  He got back to me pretty much being wheeled off to the delivery room.  This girl was out in 2 pushes!!  No joke!  All 9lbs 1oz of her!!  Even though she was my biggest baby she really was the easiest.  Figure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have this beautiful sensitive little girl.  She is my girl who will cry as we watch a movie (a little like her Mom).  She is a happy go lucky kid who loves her sisters to pieces.  She also farts like a trooper (as I have previously attested to) her dad LOVES that.  She has a funny sense of humor.  She also has discovered this year that soccer is really fun.  This is my sporty girl I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you my girl!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have added some baby pictures below this post,  since I have not figured out how to do them all on 1 post I have to settle for that LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4645440456040599715?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4645440456040599715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4645440456040599715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4645440456040599715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4645440456040599715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-6th-birthday-kamryn.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Kamryn!!'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rlu4GMwJ1zI/AAAAAAAAACc/PZu5ceov7TQ/s72-c/img044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-6855548559102046383</id><published>2007-05-28T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:10.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn at 6 mths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/Rlu308wJ1yI/AAAAAAAAACU/na03WmvtL-8/s1600-h/img046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I have tickets to see him in Sept.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pink - U and Ur Hand &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Jillian does a mean table dance to this song,  or so I found out last weekend LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelly Furtado -  All Good Things Must Come To An &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm a sucker for ballads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scissor Sisters - I Don't Feel Like Dancing  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This has such a good beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron Prichett - Hold My Beer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I love this one,  it has such attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Daughtry - Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Snow (Hey Oh)&lt;/strong&gt;  Jillian does a great Hey Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 honourable mentions that make it quite often and have to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finger Eleven - Paralyzer&lt;/strong&gt;  Bruce actually found this song 1st,  he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joaquin Phoenix/Reese Witherspoon - Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;  Finally saw the movie last weeknd (yes I'm slow LOL) and these 2 kicked ass and have had me hooked on their songs since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4533731121144602932?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4533731121144602932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4533731121144602932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4533731121144602932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4533731121144602932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-songs-im-into.html' title='7 Songs I&apos;m Into'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-4860044846165798842</id><published>2007-05-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:51:56.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's 1st goal</title><content type='html'>This is Kamryn's second year in soccer,  and she has been really enjoying it.  Well last night she scored her very 1st goal and she was all excited high fiving her team mates and such.  So on the way home I said to her "hey that was a great goal!"  She looks at me and says "did it go in?"  Um ya LMAO.  They are still at the age where they don't keep score and it is all for fun.  So we shall see if this 1st goal will feed the thirst for more.  It seems the moe they play the more they come together as a team and are really starting to "figure it out".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down fall was last night it was so COLD!!  The plus it kept the mosquitos away,  which have showed up with a vengance.  I think all the snow we had this past winter has bit us in the butt again and brought out the pesky little buggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-4860044846165798842?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/4860044846165798842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=4860044846165798842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4860044846165798842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/4860044846165798842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/05/kamryns-1st-goal.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s 1st goal'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127711447160736612.post-717225944897001439</id><published>2007-05-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:20:11.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary To Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RlJgn8wJ1uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z6iJhBA_Otw/s1600-h/img043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067218770184492770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RlJgn8wJ1uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z6iJhBA_Otw/s320/img043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our 9th anniversary :-)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has the time gone? I still marvel at the day this man walked into my life and was not scared by the fact that I was a "package" deal, it had been Morgyn and I for almost 2 years. A friend said to me one day hey I have someone I think you should meet. I certainly wasn't looking for anything special at that time especially with a long distance trucker, I had a 2 year old to raise. But a few weeks later I did meet him and well the rest is history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very simple wedding, we were so not a couple that wanted a big huge wedding it just wasn't us. So we got married in a nice little church with family and friends and then had a reception/house party at my Aunt and Uncle's house. It was simple it was easy and it was us. The weather was absolutely beautiful given how May can be in Manitoba. We had family, friends and kids running around, I think the song of the day was "I'm a Barbie Girl" LOL, yes I know *shudder* but hey it made the kids who ranged in the ages of 2 - 14 all very happy. We cooked the food ourselves and just had fun! I would post more pictures but I still haven't figured out how to do more than one picture in a post "Bloggoing For Dummies" here I come LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamryn has asked why she wasn't at the wedding and Morgyn was?? I mean what do ya say? It just is the way it is sometimes. We were going to watch a movie one night and we snuck in our wedding video, we watched for a few minutes and she says "hey where'd you rent this from"?? LMAO. That kids of ours is crazy funny sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day had even more special meaning to me as that year on May 22 it would have been my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary and I know their love shined down on us that day. We got alot of your getting married on a Friday?? though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I say to my wonderful hubby I love you and the last 11 years together has been great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep reminding Bruce that next year is the big "10" aka ya know diamonds LOL a girls gotta plan right? And drop the right hints??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127711447160736612-717225944897001439?l=dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/feeds/717225944897001439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127711447160736612&amp;postID=717225944897001439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/717225944897001439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127711447160736612/posts/default/717225944897001439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealwithitgirlsrule.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary To Us'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518341934343792045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8P80W3TQQI/RlJgn8wJ1uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z6iJhBA_Otw/s72-c/img043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
