<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683</id><updated>2009-11-02T10:03:22.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing 7 Different Kinds of Smoke...</title><subtitle type='html'>The Inner Workings and Thought Processes of My Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-1596885790760842266</id><published>2009-10-30T21:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:38:37.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like Dorothy...</title><content type='html'>....You know the part where Dorothy is the house and the house is in the middle of the tornado and Dorothy looks out the window and everything is topsy turvy and flying around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week My Sweet Boy FINALLY had the long-awaited surgery.  It went pretty quick.  Thankfully we had an AWESOME doctor (Dr. O, as we call him because we can't say his last name) is wonderful.  He came to talk to us after and said that everything went well and it wasn't as bad as we were all originally thinking.  We had to check in at Primary Children's at 9:45 on surgery day and we were gone by about 2:30.  Sweet Boy is recovering very well.  He has been home all this week though because he IS SICK!  Down with the sickies!  Poo on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Girl is doing well too.  She has been home quite a bit lately as well due to the sickies, but she managed to go back to school yesterday and today.  She didn't want to miss Halloween at school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is just plugging along at work.  They are getting ready to change over from Albertson's to Associated Foods.  This has been several months in the making and I for one will be glad when it is all over.  That will mean that all the indecision and rumors and wondering if his job is secure will be over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have me.  Where to begin?  I don't know if I have a job anymore, for one.  Without going into too much detail yet, I did something that I honestly didn't know would be going against policy and now I am on suspension until further notice.  I fully do not expect to have a job when it is all over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to keep a positive outlook on it.  It is hard, because we really needed my income as well as hubby's to just even stay afloat.  With the holidays coming, the economy....it's a bad time to be out of work.  And I had a GREAT job.  I loved my job, I loved the people I worked with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in things happening for a reason, and I keep telling myself there was a reason this all happened.  I think there was something else I am supposed to be doing, and I couldn't do it as long as I was working.  I think Heavenly Father knew that, and He knew that I would never willingly quit my job.  So He made it so I had no choice.  As of right now, I don't have any concrete ideas of what that may be, but I have a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I can find some answers on the yellow brick road.  Now I just have to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-1596885790760842266?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1596885790760842266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=1596885790760842266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1596885790760842266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1596885790760842266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-dorothy.html' title='I feel like Dorothy...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-3771502525936095167</id><published>2009-09-20T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:47:44.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation</title><content type='html'>A little background:  my son has asthma, and the last week he has really been struggling with it.  He has been coughing alot and it has been driving us all crazy, especially him.  We had a conversation about diseases earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son:  "Gosh Mom, I hate having this disease!  Do you have any diseases?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Elephantitis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son:  "What's Elephantitis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "It's where your body swells up uncontrollably and you look like you are really fat all the time because of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son:  "Wow Mom.  Sorry that you have that disease.  Having diseases are no fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just for the record, I DO NOT have Elephantitis.  I do not know anyone that does.  I do know that it is a real disease and I am not intending to poke fun at anyone that may suffer from it or knows someone that does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-3771502525936095167?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/3771502525936095167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=3771502525936095167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3771502525936095167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3771502525936095167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation.html' title='A Conversation'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-93879860832344042</id><published>2009-09-19T20:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:50:43.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I jacked this from my lovely SIL's blog and thought I would repost it here, just for kicks and giggles. Of course, this applies to my life and not hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit forward and place an (x) by all the things you've done and remove the (x) from the ones you have not. Then answer the questions below. Send it to your friends (including me). This is for your entire life! Well, maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Europe (not yet)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been on a cruise (no... dang it)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Skipped school &lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worked in a hospital (Does a nursing home count?)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to Canada &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Florida (No....maybe someday.)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been on the opposite side of the country (Maryland, D.C., Boston)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Washington, DC (see above)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to Vegas (too many times to count)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Climbed a lighthouse (not yet)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Sky Diving (not something I plan on doing)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the Cherry Blossoms in Washington , D.C. &lt;br /&gt;(x) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flown a plane &lt;br /&gt;( ) Owned a boat &lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched grandchildren grow (watching my own children grow at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to the Kentucky Derby &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Key West &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to a rodeo (more times than I can count.)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke (yes...'nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid for a meal with coins only? &lt;br /&gt;(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? &lt;br /&gt;(x) Made prank phone calls (&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue &lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the rain (used to all the time as a kid)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched the sunrise with someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the green flash at sunset&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone to the movies (love movies)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Owned a convertible &lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken a day trip out of state (if you count going to vegas...then yes.  or canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any nickname? Mom, Angela, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Parent's names? Ken and Renee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Body piercing ? Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Loved your job? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Birthplace? Eldorado, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been to Hawaii ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been to Africa ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever eaten just cookies for dinner? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been on TV? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever steal any traffic sign? No. Why would I want one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever been in a car accident? Yes, several. Only one was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? 4 Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite number. Don't really have one.  All numbers are math and I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite movie? I have several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite holiday? Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite dessert? Brownies or chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven with a big glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite burger joint? Don't really have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite food? Comfort food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day? Um....they all blur together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite Smell? SEveral....fresh mown grass, lilacs, rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How do you see yourself in 10 years? I dunno.  It's hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Furthest place you will send this message? Cyberspace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-93879860832344042?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/93879860832344042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=93879860832344042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/93879860832344042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/93879860832344042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-8839370573917725403</id><published>2009-09-10T23:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:39:00.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS!</title><content type='html'>I opened a store!  Annie Kate &amp; Co. is now open for business!  I am excited!  Hopefully I will be able to do well with it.  I have long loved creating things, but have always given them away.  Don't think I mind doing that, because I absolutely DON'T mind giving it away at all.  But I was thinking one day....it costs me money to make it, so why can't I make some money FROM it?  I have to admit, some one paid me for something I made one time and it did feel really good.  Someone liked my stuff enough to pay for it!  WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to my store: &lt;a href="http://www.shophandmade.com/store/anniekateco/"&gt;Annie Kate &amp; Co..  &lt;/a&gt;There is also a mini store in the sidebar.  Some day I will have a blog just for the store, but it is gonna have to a day when I can actually sit down for a while to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-8839370573917725403?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/8839370573917725403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=8839370573917725403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/8839370573917725403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/8839370573917725403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-3766927861830735364</id><published>2009-09-07T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:40:20.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Allen--LDN</title><content type='html'>This is an older song, but I just found and I LOVE the beat that goes on.  So happy. n The lyrics are not so happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfD6jAoJrJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfD6jAoJrJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LDN by Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding through the city on my bike all day&lt;br /&gt;Cause the filth took away my license&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get me down and I feel OK&lt;br /&gt;Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to look as it should&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder what goes on behind doors&lt;br /&gt;A fella looking dapper, but he's sitting with a slapper&lt;br /&gt;Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh you might frown&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' round London town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;you can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little old lady, who was walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;She was struggling with bags from Tesco&lt;br /&gt;There were people from the city having lunch in the park&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's called al fresco&lt;br /&gt;Then a kid came along to offer a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she had time to accept it&lt;br /&gt;hits her over the head, doesn't care if she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's got all her jewelery and wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh you might frown&lt;br /&gt;walking round London town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;you can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life&lt;br /&gt;Life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life, yeah that's city life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;You can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-3766927861830735364?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/3766927861830735364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=3766927861830735364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3766927861830735364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3766927861830735364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/09/lily-allen-ldn.html' title='Lily Allen--LDN'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-5611560895518157416</id><published>2009-08-17T23:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:47:31.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Update Time</title><content type='html'>So.  I've been a slacker.  So this might be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5th my honey and I celebrated 10 years of marriage.  All I can say is that some days, it feels like 100.  :)  Even though we have had our ups and downs, he has stuck through it all with me.  He puts up with my tempers and my changeable moods, gets mad on my behalf, and is an all around great guy.  I love you Honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7 we went to Lagoon with my honey's (ours, really) family.  His sis and her kids, his brother and his wife and kids, and his mom and dad.  Little Miss had desperately wanted to go there for her birthday, but we just didn't have the money.  Grandpa surprised us with a trip there.  Since it was a few days before Little Miss' b-day...it was kinda for that, but mainly for all the family that could to get together.  Little Miss almost DIED on the Sky Coaster thing....the one like ski lifts that goes over the park.  Well, to this Momma it was almost dying.  Me and Mr. got on first while Hubby and our nephew were riding Wicked.  So me and Mr. got on first, and my sis in law was getting on next with her Little Darling and my Little Miss.  Next thing I hear is my father in law yelling "HEY HEY HEY!" and I look back to see Little Miss DANGLING about 6 feet off the ground and my SIL trying to pull her in and trying to keep her daughter from falling out.  Little Miss didn't quite make it in and the thing just kept going and the girls that run the ride weren't paying ANY attention at all until my mother in law yelled at them to pay attention!  It was very scary.  I wrote a strongly worded letter to Lagoon and have not as yet heard back from them.  Someone apparently in management told my mother in law that Lagoon has more complaints and lawsuits over that ride than any other.  HELLO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 9 was Little Miss' 6th b-day.  She is growing up so fast.  Going to be in 1st grade....I can't believe it.  She is my sweet sweet girl.  I can't imagine my life without her.  There are many times that she tries my patience, to put it mildly.  I love her SO much.  (On a side note, 6 years ago today, when Little Miss was 8 days old, I had to have emergency surgery to have my gall bladder removed.  I don't recommend it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts here in 1 week!  HOORAY!  I can't wait for the kids to get back into school, get into a routine.  This summer we have had lots of fun and managed to do several things that were on our list, but I am glad it's over.  It will be nice to have the house to just us during the day so we can actually maybe get some things done.  I will miss them during the day, but it will be good for them and me.  I don't think my sanity could take much more summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. will have to go in for surgery at some point within the next few weeks, I am sure.  (This &lt;a href="http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sweetheart.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; tells more about it.)  Last Thursday we went in to the urologist so that we could get this taken care of, and it is so much worse than I even thought originally.  The doctor couldn't find anything AT ALL, and said that according to the ultrasound we had in St. George that they weren't showing anything either.  So this means that very possibly his testes are still up in his abdomen and that he had never fully developed that area when I was expecting him.  This means a MUCH more invasive surgery and recuperation time.  They may have to pretty much open up his stomach to see where they are at and then pull them down if they can.  His chances for having children are still very low, if he can have them at all, and chances for cancer are still very high.  We have been referred to Primary Childrens Hospital in SLC for this.  The urologist here doesn't feel comfortable doing surgery on him when he can't even FEEL them to begin with.  So we will see.  Right now, too many prayers could never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, one last thing...my brother in law has had 2 cd's published?  (is that the right word?) with Covenant Communications, and we are SO very proud of him.  The first one, called "Thou Shalt be Nice!" can be gotten &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/item/5019910/Thou_Shalt_Be_Nice_"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/images/product-images/11/69411/thou_shalt_product.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 183px;" src="http://deseretbook.com/images/product-images/11/69411/thou_shalt_product.jpg?" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 2nd CD, called "Real Life", can be purchased &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/item/5027840/Real_Life"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/images/product-images/92/70329/RealLife_product.jpg?1248368332"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 183px;" src="http://deseretbook.com/images/product-images/92/70329/RealLife_product.jpg?1248368332" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy them both right now!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-5611560895518157416?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/5611560895518157416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=5611560895518157416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/5611560895518157416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/5611560895518157416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/08/serious-update-time.html' title='Serious Update Time'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-6338662736368267761</id><published>2009-07-20T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:15:35.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Break, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe, but my kiddoes will be going back to school in about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would find it hard to believe.  And I also knew I would ask this question:  "Where has the summer gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say though, as much as I love love LOVE my kids, I am so so SO ready for school to start back up.  They have gotten bored, I think, and the fighting is a lot more rampant these days.  I wish we could have done some more stuff with them, but financial and work constraints have a nice way of putting a damper on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get to go to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House.   That was VERY cool and hopefully the kids will remember that for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also gone to Bear Lake.  Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't made it to St. George.  Probably won't.  Nor have we made it to The Clark Planetarium.  We still might.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast time flies once you have kids.  I can remember as a teenager school and EVERYTHING took forever.  &lt;em&gt;4-EVAH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;  Now that I have cute kiddoes of my own, time can't go slow enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-6338662736368267761?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/6338662736368267761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=6338662736368267761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/6338662736368267761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/6338662736368267761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-break-part-deux.html' title='Summer Break, Part Deux'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-2251528751512547611</id><published>2009-07-14T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:46:43.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorns</title><content type='html'>"Twas but one day&lt;br /&gt;among the thorns&lt;br /&gt;but one day was &lt;br /&gt;one too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-2251528751512547611?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2251528751512547611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=2251528751512547611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/2251528751512547611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/2251528751512547611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/thorns.html' title='Thorns'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-9210897071878932782</id><published>2009-07-06T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:02:45.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>These are the stats that I have been thinking of a lot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730--Days since I last saw my dad.&lt;br /&gt;17,520--Hours since I last saw my dad.&lt;br /&gt;104--Weeks since I last saw my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Countless tears, since I last saw my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him SO much.  July 6, 2009 marks two years.  Two years....2 yrs...no matter how I write it, it's still TWO YEARS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Dad.  I hope you have a great day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-9210897071878932782?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/9210897071878932782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=9210897071878932782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/9210897071878932782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/9210897071878932782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-8891575336910356131</id><published>2009-06-25T16:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:30:43.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.....</title><content type='html'>Today, according to numerous news outlets, Michael Jackson has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON has reportedly died after suffering a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the LA Times Los Angeles City and Law Enforcement Services have confirmed that the King Of Pop has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMZ first reported that the superstar had suffered cardiac arrest at his home earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the report he was seen being loaded into an ambulance just after 2pm, LA time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Steve Ruda, of the Los Angeles Fire Department, then confirmed to the LA Times that paramedics responded to a call at Jackson's home around 12.26pm. He was not breathing when they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paramedics performed CPR and took Jackson to UCLA Medical Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the hospital, staff tried to resuscitate him but he was said to be completely unresponsive, according to TMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister LATOYA was reportedly seen running into the hospital sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer was due to start the first of 50 dates at the O2 arena in London on July 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokeswoman for The Outside Organisation, who are organising the publicity for Jackson's UK concerts, said she had no comment at this time. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to say.  His songs were the songs of an entire generation...ask any kid who grew up in the 80's about The King of Pop and they could tell not only who he was, but name numerous songs and probably do at least part of the "Thriller" dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcett has also passed away today, losing her battle with cancer.  Ed McMahon also has passed away this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-8891575336910356131?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/8891575336910356131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=8891575336910356131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/8891575336910356131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/8891575336910356131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title='Wow.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-4551620062697071110</id><published>2009-06-23T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:39:05.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydream Believer.........Literally!</title><content type='html'>Yet another funny video that I have found in my YouTube travels.  There are several different people that do these types of videos....they take old videos and create new ones with the same video but the words changed to actually reflect what's going on in the video.  It's kinda hard to explain, so you have to see it for yourself.  The "Total Eclipse of the Heart" video is my favorite, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nViC0K-zifk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nViC0K-zifk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-4551620062697071110?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/4551620062697071110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=4551620062697071110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/4551620062697071110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/4551620062697071110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/06/daydream-believerliterally.html' title='Daydream Believer.........Literally!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-1093429565164648559</id><published>2009-06-21T00:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:39:59.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day, Dad</title><content type='html'>It's my 2nd Father's Day without you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's been just as hard as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally sucks that this year my birthday fell on one of the days that I think of you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-1093429565164648559?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1093429565164648559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=1093429565164648559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1093429565164648559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1093429565164648559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-dad.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day, Dad'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-291753479404977845</id><published>2009-06-05T17:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:05:23.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Break</title><content type='html'>Seriously, where does the time go!  It feels like I had just posted but it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my grandpa's birthday.  (You can read about him &lt;a href="http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandpa-tell-me-about-good-old-days.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)  I really miss my grandpa.  I miss everyone I have lost.  There are some that I miss more than others.  I really miss my dad.  I really miss my grandpa.  I really miss my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my mom's birthday.  I won't tell you how old she is because she would seriously probably try to put me over her knee lol, but lets just say that it is NOT 38 like she told my kiddos.  Hopefully we can get a chance to see her again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, both of my kids are out of school for summer.  I am already looking forward to school starting up again lol.  Don't get me wrong, I love having my babies home.  I am just not looking forward to the constant "I'm Bored!" and kids in and out a million times a day.  Some days I swear my door is a revolving one....you know the kind that goes in a circle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://glassfactorinc.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Revolving_Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 370px;" src="http://glassfactorinc.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Revolving_Door.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Kids in and out and out and in.  We have got some fun summer activities planned with the kids this year, so hopefully that will help break up the monotony for them some.  We are planning hikes, camping, going to a temple open house, going to the &lt;a href="http://www.clarkplanetarium.org/"&gt;Clark Planetarium&lt;/a&gt;.  We would like to go down to St. George at least once and I would really like to try and get back to MT to see my momma, but who knows if that will be able to happen.  We would also really like to take the FrontRunner from Ogden down to Salt Lake.  We are doing a weekly movie date with some friends.  I know before I know it school will be back in session and I will be going "Where did the summer go?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also set to start school the day after my birthday this year.  I have enrolled at &lt;a href="http://www.stevenshenager.edu/index.html"&gt;Stephens Henegar College&lt;/a&gt; for their &lt;a href="http://www.stevenshenager.edu/graphic-arts-degree.html"&gt;Graphic Arts Program&lt;/a&gt;.  The main reason I chose them is because 90% of the course is online, which will be good for me.  There are some classes that I will have to go to campus for, but there is one here in Logan so that won't be too bad.  I will also get a free laptop that is mine to keep once I graduate from the program, so that will be nice.  I am excited.  I need to do something to help out financially, but I can't do a boring sit at a desk job with lots of numbers or something in the medical field.  I have to do something creative.  I think this will work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randon and I also both got small raises at work, so that is nice.  Every little bit helps!  Randon desperately wants to go back to school and get his bachelors.  I hope we can find something that will work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-291753479404977845?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/291753479404977845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=291753479404977845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/291753479404977845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/291753479404977845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-break.html' title='Summer Break'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-7011979503168382326</id><published>2009-05-24T13:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:52:25.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It Through the Pain, Work It Through the Pain</title><content type='html'>This is seriously the funniest thing I have seen in a long time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWVzIfUfjGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWVzIfUfjGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVESIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-7011979503168382326?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/7011979503168382326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=7011979503168382326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/7011979503168382326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/7011979503168382326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-it-through-pain-work-it-through.html' title='Work It Through the Pain, Work It Through the Pain'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-7794089027054214919</id><published>2009-05-13T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:31:17.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and Kate plus alimony?</title><content type='html'>So, the word is that the marriage of TLC stars &lt;a href="http://www.sixgosselins.com/"&gt;Jon and Kate Gosselin&lt;/a&gt; may be over.  This is sad news.  I have enjoyed watching them through the years and I think that their kids, especially the six little ones, are cuter than I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, I have to say that I am not surprised.  I am sure that living a life in the spotlight like they do puts a tremendous strain on a marriage, not to mention the fact that Kate seems to have become ever more popular and touring the country while Jon stays at home and babysits.  Add to this the fact that, according to what we see on TV and what has been printed, Kate can be very belittling to Jon and doesn't seem to be very patient with him.  I am sure there are many many aspects of their marriage and relationship that we DON'T see, but from what is shown, I am not surprised that the marriage may be on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they can work through their problems, if not for their sake, then for their children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/166/327B5755CBD2A7CFDC998FCFA9239626.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5850597207348466683-7794089027054214919?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/7794089027054214919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=7794089027054214919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/7794089027054214919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/7794089027054214919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing.html' title='Jon and Kate plus alimony?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-2242351869500474272</id><published>2009-05-10T19:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:23:35.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>To all my friends, family, and loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5z4ZsA6X9fA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5z4ZsA6X9fA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-2242351869500474272?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2242351869500474272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=2242351869500474272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/2242351869500474272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/2242351869500474272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-2408742105137052794</id><published>2009-04-28T20:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:09:40.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudeness has no age limit</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is just a rant.  Proceed with caution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a craft store.  I LOVE my job.  Love, love, LOVE.  I am a Front End Supervisor, which basically means that I am one of the 4 people that is pretty much in charge of the registers, other cashiers, etc., while I am there.  A big part of my job is to provide customer service.  Basically, that is my job.  So, it is really hard for me to do MY job and provide YOU with customer service..i.e. ring up your purchases--when you are on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am old fashioned, but I find it SO VERY rude when someone is in my line, and I am waiting on them, and they are on the phone.  They can't be bothered to at least ask the person to wait a few moments, or "Can I call you back?"  to show me the same courtesy and attention that I am giving them.  And while I will say that the majority of the people that do this are younger, there are older ones that do it too.  It drives me NUTS.  Batty.  BONKERS.  There is just no reason for rudeness, and I think that is one of the top most rude things you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-2408742105137052794?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2408742105137052794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=2408742105137052794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/2408742105137052794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/2408742105137052794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/04/rudeness-has-no-age-limit.html' title='Rudeness has no age limit'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-1039749358851408134</id><published>2009-04-13T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:05:26.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Warhol, Eat Your Heart Out!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to a family gathering for Easter, and also to go to my grandmother-in-law's funeral.  As we were getting ready to leave Saratoga Springs, my bro-in-law Hank asks his wife, Sara, if she told what one of their neighbors had said about a painting I did for Sara for Christmas a few years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this neighbor was visiting Sara, and happened to notice this painting that I did for Sara of sunflowers.  Sara LOVES sunflowers.  The lady starts gushing about the painting, saying how much she loved it, how awesome it was, etc.  She asked Sara where she got it because she wanted to go and get one, she apparently loved it that much.  Sara goes, "Well, my sister in law gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago.  She painted it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the lady liked it and couldn't believe that I had painted it.  She thought it came from a store or something.  I have to admit, that made me feel GOOD.  Nothing like some validation on your art.  Honestly, I was excited about it, it was the first one I had ever done, and I thought it turned out pretty good.  But I honestly didn't think it was something to get THAT excited about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sara, for making my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ1H3wWkZEo/SeP9SbmZCdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R0p0jN-VTuk/s1600-h/Sara%27s+Christmas+Present.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ1H3wWkZEo/SeP9SbmZCdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R0p0jN-VTuk/s320/Sara%27s+Christmas+Present.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324377677570312658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-1039749358851408134?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1039749358851408134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=1039749358851408134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1039749358851408134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1039749358851408134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/04/andy-warhol-eat-your-heart-out.html' title='Andy Warhol, Eat Your Heart Out!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ1H3wWkZEo/SeP9SbmZCdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R0p0jN-VTuk/s72-c/Sara%27s+Christmas+Present.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-6059599540741815761</id><published>2009-03-26T16:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:51:53.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad...</title><content type='html'>I hope you had a good day.  I miss you.  Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-6059599540741815761?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/6059599540741815761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=6059599540741815761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/6059599540741815761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/6059599540741815761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-3382522422418662794</id><published>2009-03-21T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:35:31.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops he did it again!</title><content type='html'>So have you ever heard that saying "It rains when it pours"?  Right now at our house it's flood season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randon's hours have been cut again.  My hours are few....max of about 6 a week.  Randon's wages have been garnished and they take 25% of his paycheck.  We don't see over half of his paycheck every week.  The other goes to pay bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to top it off, yesterday Randon was in a car accident.  Now the front end of the car is smushed and the headlight on the passenger side is broke.  Well, the lamp is still intact, but the headlight cover is broke.  The hood is smushed.  I don't know how we are gonna pay for that on top of everything else we don't have money for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just grateful no one was hurt.  It was Randon's fault, but the other vehicle's owner isn't going to turn it into insurance because there wasn't any damage to his vehicle, so that's a small blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how much more of things going wrong I can take.  We are always told that God never gives us more than we can handle, but I am seriously just about at my wits end.  It seems like no matter how hard we are trying to do what is right, or make a living, it never works out.  I get so tired of struggling for every red cent we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-3382522422418662794?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/3382522422418662794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=3382522422418662794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3382522422418662794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3382522422418662794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooops-he-did-it-again.html' title='Ooops he did it again!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-1545938271760801257</id><published>2009-02-26T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:00:11.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!   I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules: 1) Post rules on your blog 2) Answer the six '8' items 3) Let each person know by leaving them a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;2. Paranormal State&lt;br /&gt;3. Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;4. A Haunting&lt;br /&gt;5. How It's Made&lt;br /&gt;6. Ace of Cakes&lt;br /&gt;7. Food Network Challenge&lt;br /&gt;8. Can't think of another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to work&lt;br /&gt;2. Came home early&lt;br /&gt;3. Slept&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to a Mary Kay Party&lt;br /&gt;5. Slept some more&lt;br /&gt;6. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;7. Borrowed a friends van..&lt;br /&gt;8. Brought said friend Dreyers Samoas ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Swimming....water....swimming&lt;br /&gt;2. SPRING SPRING SPRING&lt;br /&gt;3. Lawn mowers going&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing my mom..&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting well mentally&lt;br /&gt;6. Having my business take off&lt;br /&gt;7. Kids getting along&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting out of debt 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom's cooking&lt;br /&gt;3. Chilis&lt;br /&gt;4. Applebees&lt;br /&gt;5. Iggy's&lt;br /&gt;6. Bluebird Cafe&lt;br /&gt;7. Cracker Barrel&lt;br /&gt;8. Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Healthy children&lt;br /&gt;2. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;3. To be the best mom and wife&lt;br /&gt;4. To go to Ireland&lt;br /&gt;5. To come to terms with things that I have no control over&lt;br /&gt;6. To be able to help Others&lt;br /&gt;7. To have a house someday&lt;br /&gt;8. To be the kind of friend that people deserve to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;2. anyone who wants to&lt;br /&gt;3. don't know if anyone&lt;br /&gt;4. even reads my blog&lt;br /&gt;5. so whoever wants to&lt;br /&gt;6. can do this little thing&lt;br /&gt;7. just leave me a comment please&lt;br /&gt;8. so i can come read them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-1545938271760801257?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1545938271760801257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=1545938271760801257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1545938271760801257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1545938271760801257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag!   I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-4221760614671641073</id><published>2009-02-09T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:31:47.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Starshine...the earth says HELLO!</title><content type='html'>Words....I LOVE them. Quotes, big important sounding but not really important words, song lyrics, definitions....I am not picky.  I think it comes from my long time desire to be an author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I ran into a lovely quote by Roald Dahl.  It's up there, right above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna try and find the magic in something EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-4221760614671641073?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/4221760614671641073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=4221760614671641073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/4221760614671641073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/4221760614671641073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-starshinethe-earth-says-hello.html' title='Hello Starshine...the earth says HELLO!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-3629617492316163891</id><published>2009-01-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:36:58.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight FoCA</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, President-Elect Barack Obama recently gave a speech where he said that the first thing he would do in office is to sign the Freedom of Choice Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Freedom of Choice Act?  Let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an act that would remove EVERY RESTRICTION on abortion nationwide.  EVERY RESTRICTION.  So that 14 year old girls who get pregnant can go into an abortion clinic and get an abortion WITHOUT parental consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will also eradicate the requirement that women be informed of the risks associated with getting an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would eliminate bans on Partial Birth abortions.  (If you are unfamiliar with Partial Birth Abortions &lt;a href="http://www.nrlc.org/ABORTION/pba/diagram.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent brief visual description.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would make it so that hospitals HAVE TO, by LAW, allow babies to die and not intervent medically if the babies lived through a botched abortion.  Even if it goes against everything that these hospitals may believe in (such as religious hospitals.)(&lt;a href="http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-arent-enough-words.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is another post on these heinous acts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong.  SO wrong.  He wants to make murder legal.  And YES, it is MURDER if you are having an abortion just for the sake of not wanting a child.  Babies have a heartbeat before most women know they are pregnant, at approximately 4 weeks gestational age.  They are developing organs and some organs may begin to function at this point.  If a heartbeat isn't an indicator of life, well, then, I don't know what to think.  Since when is it OK to end the life of a living human (outside of necessary medical means)?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes on about "the woman's choice."  What about the baby's choice?  I would guarantee that the baby would choose to live.  In my opinion the woman lost her right to choose when she chose to have unprotected sex.  There are always other options, such as adoption.  (Please note that in the event of a rape that I think that is an extenuating circumstance, but again....there is always adoption.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very strongly about this.  I urge you to fight The Freedom of Choice Act.  Please, for the babies sakes, do NOT let Obama sign this into legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fightfoca.com/"&gt;Fight FoCA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-3629617492316163891?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/3629617492316163891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=3629617492316163891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3629617492316163891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/3629617492316163891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/01/fight-foca.html' title='Fight FoCA'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-1598374233586707038</id><published>2009-01-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:50:25.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermassive Black Hole</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this song.  LOVE this band.  It's from Twilight, the baseball game scene.  The actual video for this one is seriously tweaked, so I had to find another version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZF8LYdgPIt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZF8LYdgPIt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the other version of the video, go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xsp3_a-PMTw"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  I actually prefer this version of it, it's a little bit more bass heavy and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive Black Hole by Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby don't you know I suffer?&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby can't you hear me moan?&lt;br /&gt;You caught me under false pretences&lt;br /&gt;How long before you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...You set my soul alight&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...You set my soul alight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh...You set my soul alight)&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh...You set my soul alight)&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was a fool for no-one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I'm a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You're the queen of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;And how long before you tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...You set my soul alight&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...You set my soul alight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh...You set my soul alight)&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh...You set my soul alight)&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;(sucked into the supermassive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh...You set my soul alight)&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh...You set my soul)&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers melting in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;And the superstars sucked into the supermassive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-1598374233586707038?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1598374233586707038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=1598374233586707038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1598374233586707038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/1598374233586707038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/01/supermassive-black-hole.html' title='Supermassive Black Hole'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850597207348466683.post-7151372079788872912</id><published>2009-01-06T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:28:39.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>A new year has already started and we are already 6 days into it.  My how the time does fly.  Christmas was good for our family.  The kids made out like bandits...I had managed to get Randon a few things.  I didn't have anything to open on Christmas so Nolen, sweet boy that he is, wrapped up a art project he had done so I would have something to open...he felt so bad that I didn't.  He is so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day I had called my mom and sister to tell them Merry Christmas and my mom asked if I had talked to my sister yet or my niece, that they had something they wanted to tell me.  So I called my sister and she goes "I've got some bad news."  Instantly the worst things popped into my mind....something had happened to her or one of the kids.  Thank goodness it wasn't that, but it was bad.  My dad's dog died on Christmas Eve.   He had gotten hit by a car.  Brandy had let the dogs run at night because it has been so cold, so they stay in the garage during the day and she would let them run at night.  A busy highway runs right in front of the house, and Shep had gotten hit by a car.  I don't know if he was on the highway or what, or where he was, but Brandy said the dog catcher came up on Christmas Day and had him and said he had passed away.  Poor Shep....my niece was very upset, as were my kids and me.  It felt a little bit like Dad dying all over again.  Shep was all we had left of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85694/nomianca/sig_1207439023.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/5850597207348466683-7151372079788872912?l=nomianca.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/feeds/7151372079788872912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5850597207348466683&amp;postID=7151372079788872912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/7151372079788872912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850597207348466683/posts/default/7151372079788872912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomianca.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898299137178286175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05282823404953971974'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>