<?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-1653531440724604017</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:15:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-7892887979878530025</id><published>2010-08-08T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:22:07.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG! I have done this in so long I hope I remember how...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it is August and that means the beginning of a new year...a new school year. This is the time that all teachers start to get jittery, shop for new classroom decorations, and begin to look forward to meeting a whole new groups of students! This is one of the most exciting times of the year! There is no way to describe the feeling of walking into your classroom and deciding how to arrange the furniture, where to put your Word Wall and what your theme for the year will be. Only teachers know this feeling...and it is hard for us to put these feelings into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The four years that I did not teach were a blessing. I was able to spend time with my young children, watching them grow and being there whenever they needed me. However, every August I would get melancholy and teary eyed when my friends would start talking about going back to school. Guess I was born to be in education!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the beginning of my 29th year in education (not counting the 4 years I "retired" and voluntered at two different campuses!) and it is still exciting for me! Shopping for supplies for the teachers, picking out my yearly theme, buying new school clothes...yes, I still do all those silly things. I look forward to each new year, but for some reason, I am especially excited about this year. Don't know what makes this year different, but I have a renewed excitement and passion and I know this will be one the best years yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teachers are a special breed of people. Teachers instinctively know the needs of thier kids, they know when to joke and when to be serious. Teachers know that the weather does have an effect on student behavior. Teachers know that parents want to be active partners but that life sometimes get in the way. Teachers have a love and compassion that cannot be beat. Teachers are a special breed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is to all the TEACHERS in the world...active, retired, staying home for a while...you are very special and appreciated!!! Bring on the 2010 - 2011 school year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-7892887979878530025?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7892887979878530025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=7892887979878530025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7892887979878530025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7892887979878530025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4377177987783927626</id><published>2010-03-14T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:26:39.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather is gorgeous, the time change has begun so we will have longer days, I have a week off of work...yea for Spring Break!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lots to do this week! Sushi lunch dates, taking some time to take care of myself, tanning, shopping, grilling out, working on the house and yard...sounds like a full week of fun! Juan will be off the last part of the week so we will be able to spend some time together, too. After the last month of work, this will be a much needed break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that once I go back to work it will be nonstop stress and pressure. So all the more reason to take this week and be selfish. TAKS season is gearing up so 3rd - 5th is working overtime. PK, KN, 1st and 2nd are busy getting the kids on level and ready to move forward. We know that the next few months will be hard. Hopefully we all spend time this week resting and rejuvenating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love having this week off. But, I know it will be so hard to go back to work after this!! Oh well! No time to worry about that now. I have sunshine calling me! Happy Spring Break ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4377177987783927626?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4377177987783927626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4377177987783927626' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4377177987783927626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4377177987783927626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4347792880028837626</id><published>2010-01-31T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:15:54.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day choices</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder how many times in a day you have to make a choice? Some days might not be so tough, but then come those days when it seems like every time you turn around you have to make a choice...not easy to do most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has different experiences that require different choices. Moms make different decisions that dads. Blue collar folks make different choices from white collar workers. Kids have tough choices every day. But, we all have to answer for our choices and our decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that a teacher makes over a million decisions throughout the day. WOW! 1,000,000 decisions in an 8 hour work day! No wonder we are soooo tired by the time we get home. Then, we have family decisions to make...and it never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes choices every day as well. He chooses to stand by us and support us no matter that we make bad choices. Kinda wonderful knowing that even if we make an unwise choice He is there to hold us up and guide us. Maybe next time we will make a better choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we would all just take a few minutes each day to contemplate our choices, and spend time asking God for wisdom to make good choices, our lives would be so much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your choices this week be good ones...and if not, reflect and move forward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4347792880028837626?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4347792880028837626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4347792880028837626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4347792880028837626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4347792880028837626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-day-choices.html' title='Every day choices'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2926453876172360357</id><published>2010-01-05T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:50:45.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>Life is so hard at times. Just when you think things might become normal it all falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is the most important thing to me. My husband and two kids bring me tremendous happiness...and tremendous pain...How do I keep everything going? Keep everyone happy? Mediate between arguments? Offer financial and emotional help? and still be a good mom, wife, friend and professional????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so hard to balance life right now. I try to be optimistic and put on a happy face, but it just isn't working. I feel sad and depressed, and taken for granted, helpless and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the only thing that will help right now so I am going to go have some quiet time with my Lord and pray for his help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2926453876172360357?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2926453876172360357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2926453876172360357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2926453876172360357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2926453876172360357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2010/01/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4712087999649128468</id><published>2009-12-24T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:03:45.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Today is Christmas Eve and it is snowing!!!! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight is our family gathering. We have always celebrated as a family on Christmas Eve. My entire family gets together for dinner and we open presents. This is the tradition that my mom and dad began and we have continued. After mom and dad passed, it was Jana's family and my family that gathered, and we still do that today!!! This year we will be at my niece's house with her family, my nephew and his family, my sister and my family--all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have a nontraditional/traditional dinner. Tonight is Mexican Christmas--Yum-O!!! We will all eat more than we should, we will laugh and tell each other funny stories. There will be some holiday cheer and toasts to be sure! Then, we will gather in the living room and let the kids all open their presents. After all that is what Christmas is--a time for kids! We have to get this all done early so the little ones can get to bed so Santa can come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our Orphan Christmas at Leslie and Tom's. All our Aardvark friends and family will gather to eat (again) and celebrate with even more cheer! Should be lots of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4712087999649128468?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4712087999649128468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4712087999649128468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4712087999649128468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4712087999649128468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5220203635489296568</id><published>2009-12-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:21:24.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time of year!</title><content type='html'>I love the time between Thanksgiving and New Years! All the time with family and friends, the yummy food, decorations, shopping, movies, memories...so many great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I remember the big family Thanksgiving meals when all the aunts, uncles and cousins would get together and have a glorious meal then watch football. Christmas would bring simple tree and house decorations and pretty wrapping under the tree. Hurrying to bed on Christmas Eve to make myself go to sleep so Santa could come and brings his gifts. Then, New Years Eve would find all the extended family together again to ring in the new year! We were a very close family and we celebrated holidays together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all grew older, there seemed to be fewer and fewer occasions that we gathered. As our parents aged there were fewer of them each year. As young adults we married and started our own families. Maybe we became too selfish or too busy to continue the old traditions. At any rate, here we are, many years later, isolated. Or, at least that is how I feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom died at the young age of 46 and my dad passed when he was 52. I am blessed to have lived past those years. I am now the adult. Planning family gatherings should fall to me, and I truly wish I could provide them.  I wish I had a home that could hold all the family...not just my kids, but my nieces and nephews, and their families, along with my cousins and families. I wish there were time for us to all gather and visit and celebrate together. We have all gotten so busy and our schedules are so disjointed, that these traditions have fallen by the wayside and will probably never be revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I would just be happy to have my immediate family together again, happy and congenial. Right now I just want my family to be a family. I miss having my kids be little! I love that they are growing up and they are moving forward, but I am sad that they are not always around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas approaches I pray for the peace. Peace for the world, and peace for the family--my family and all the families in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this season will bring to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5220203635489296568?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5220203635489296568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5220203635489296568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5220203635489296568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5220203635489296568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-time-of-year.html' title='This time of year!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5759136157749747341</id><published>2009-11-30T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:32:38.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then...</title><content type='html'>There are days that I feel I get nothing done, nothing accomplished, nothing satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days. I worked all day, but feel like I got nothing completed. It seems like no matter how much I do, or how long I work on things, I never get caught up. There is always something that MUST get done right now, four other things have to be finished today, and then...still more to do when all that is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel good about what I do. I pull out of the parking lot and smile and think, "Today was a good day!" Other days, I get in the car and start to cry because I feel totally useless.  Today was the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...I get home and am greeted by my loving husband and two precious dogs. They see things differently and have no idea what my day has been up 'til now. All they know is that I am home and it is time to have dinner and relax. And then...I take a deep breath and move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5759136157749747341?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5759136157749747341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5759136157749747341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5759136157749747341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5759136157749747341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then.html' title='And then...'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5898675602373279803</id><published>2009-11-18T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:11:29.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps in the Road</title><content type='html'>Just when you think everything is going along just fine...a bump in the road pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a parent is the hardest job in the world. There is no way anyone can explain or prepare you for all the happiness and heartbreak that will occur when you have kids. There is no greater joy in life than hearing your child say, "I love you, Mommy" or the belly laugh that happens spontaneously. There is not deeper pain than hearing, "I hate you" or having your child purposely ignore your requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a mother for 24 years. These have been blessed years! I have laughed and cried both with my children and for my children. I have two of the most wonderful kids in the world. However, right now I feel completely helpless and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One child is moving forward, maturing and working to make a life change. One child is defiant, rebellious and purposefully hurtful. One makes me smile and one makes me cry. What's a mother to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that all young adults have a lot to deal with. When you are in your 20's you have so much on your mind. There's the question of a job, where to live, how to deal with no longer being a teenager with no responsibilities--learning how to deal with all the adult responsibilities...life is a constant "moving target". Hard to believe, but I can remember those years. Trying to figure out if I was in love, how I could pay my bills, where to live, what would I be "when I grew up". All of those life questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom supported me, stood by me and defended me. She also set me straight when I screwed up. That is the type of mother I have tried to be. Sometimes I have been too strict, sometimes too lenient. Isn't like most mothers? The balance is hard, it is a thin line to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sit here, holding back tears of sadness because I can't seem to figure out how to reach her, how to make my child see how much I love her, admire her and worry about her. She doesn't want to hear me, to respect me, or to even be nice, unless it works to her advantage. And, yet, she is my heart, my soul, my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say to just give kids time to grow up. I know this--been through this with the son. Same struggles, same tears. It just never gets easier...not even the second time around...here comes another bump in the road...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5898675602373279803?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5898675602373279803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5898675602373279803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5898675602373279803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5898675602373279803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/bumps-in-road.html' title='Bumps in the Road'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2870986862645224808</id><published>2009-11-12T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:53:45.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. You are thinking "tattoo"? Seriously? YES! I am thankful for tats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday the 13th, and in the Aardvark world that mean PARTY and friends! Every Friday the 13th we all get together and revel in life. We celebrate being together and getting older. We see folks we might have seen in years. Aardvarks all over the area seem to appear on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I heard about the 13th at Elm Street Tattoo. Oliver Peck holds tattoo parties and will give a "13" tattoo for $13 and a $7 good luck tip--for $20 you can have a 13 tattooed on your body!! What a deal! So, 3 years ago I took a day off and Joy and I went to get our tats! It was great. That night we attended the usual party for the masses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow we do it again! I think the whole family will be there. Cool, huh? The family that tats together plays together! And, yes, there will be a 13th party that evening with BBQ, friends and brew! Another great day in the life of an Aardvark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2870986862645224808?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2870986862645224808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2870986862645224808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2870986862645224808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2870986862645224808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8450303059157542727</id><published>2009-11-11T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:04:30.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrate the men and women who chose to serve and defend our country so that we could have the freedoms we enjoy. Today is Veteran's Day and we are so blessed to have these brave souls in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I have always been surrounded by the military. My Uncle Dub fought in World War II in the Army. Uncle Bond served in the Navy during the Korean War. My wonderful husband, Juan, was in the Navy and helped evacuate Vietnam. Brandon, my nephew, is currently in the Navy as a recruiter. What a rich experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Veteran's Day my campus celebrate with a ceremony to honor the families of our students. Today was the BEST ever! Several of my awesome staff members (Yvonne, Rachel, Tricia and Irma) put together a fantastic show. They had the gym decorate with a variety of symbols of the military, every grade level performed and they created an outstanding slide show! After that the Veterans and their families went to the library for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky to live in the United States and to be able to enjoy or freedom. We owe a debt of gratitude to our Vets. God Bless each of you. For you I am thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8450303059157542727?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8450303059157542727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8450303059157542727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8450303059157542727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8450303059157542727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans.html' title='Veterans'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6188089747594808029</id><published>2009-11-09T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:04:59.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>One of the best things about dogs is their unconditional love. No matter what they love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home each evening I know I will be greeted by two dogs--ZsaZsa and Bella--who will bark, jump and demand my attention. They will run up to and on me. They will jump around and bark until i sit down and take the time to pet them. They seem to forget they have been in their kennels all day and left alone. They don't care. They just love me and want my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they settle down, they have their tummies full and they realize that I love them once again, all they want is to lay with me while I cuddle with a blanket, work on the computer or work my Suduko puzzles. They just want to be with me. If not in my lap, then on the floor beside me. Or on the sofa with Juan or laying ON his feet. Yeah, weird, but adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget Deebo, my other granddog! Deebo loves his Grandma very much. Whenever he sees me he smiles (oh, yes he does!), wags his tail and goes straight to the doggie treats. He knows Grandma will always have treats for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am thankful for all the dogs currently in my life, as well as all the dogs in my past--Chrissy Miss, Beau, Pepe...they are all special because they have unconditional for me. And there are many days that I need that waiting for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6188089747594808029?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6188089747594808029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6188089747594808029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6188089747594808029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6188089747594808029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2016437080169885935</id><published>2009-11-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:41:03.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New experiences!</title><content type='html'>Been out of 'web reach' for a few days so I haven't been able to update my Thankful List. So, two days late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weekends Juan and I have been adventurous and done some things and really surprise me--new experiences! Last weekend we went to the MMA fights at QuickTrip and that was really fun! I had seen these fights on TV but being there in person was even better. All types of people were there--parents, other principals...it was very different. We liked it so much I think we might go to the one in Frisco at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we did the TCU game, a Halloween party then went to the Hard Rock to listen to the Texas Red Legs, an up and coming Texas rock band. They were really good and it was fun to sit and listen to the music and spend time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend...wow! What can I say--NASCAR at the Texas Motor Speedway. What a blast! We have friends who have gone for years and always beg us to come out. We never have gone because we didn't want to mess with the traffic. Well, we gave in a agreed to go out and stay with them (they have a nice RV) and see how we liked it. OMG!! It is one big party. There are camps set up all over with bars, music and food. Everyone is so nice and you never go hungry or thirsty! We went to the race on Saturday and Kyle Busch won. I was pulling for Kasey Kahn, but his car left the track early. Kyle won the truck races on Friday and the car race on Saturday. I was really hoping he would win today so he could get the triple at TMS, but his brother Kurt won. We had so much fun and we are really looking forward to the April race now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am thankful for new experiences. I am glad that Juan and I still like to do this kind of stuff and can enjoy a wide range of people and events. I guess growing older has it's advantages...you can do the same things the 'young uns' do but it means more now I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2016437080169885935?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2016437080169885935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2016437080169885935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2016437080169885935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2016437080169885935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-experiences.html' title='New experiences!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2271279057459673563</id><published>2009-11-04T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:22:22.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Staff in the World!</title><content type='html'>I know I have said this before, but I am truly blessed to work with the men and women at Hobbs Williams! This staff never ceases to amaze me. They really love kids, they are passionate about teaching, they are positive, hard working and dedicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have these people in my life. They accept a challenge and turn it into a victory. I know they have to be stressed out with all the new things they are asked to do every day. I know that they are exhausted from all the demands put on them. I know they would give anything to have a little more time in the day, or less paperwork to deal with. But, no matter what happens they just move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real teachers are rare. There are people who have a teaching degree/certificate. There are people who have taken a second career to teach. But, to be a real teacher you have to be a special breed. Real teachers can read any handwriting. They tolerate runny noses and dirty hands. They understand that homework isn't always done and that parents don't always follow through with signing papers. Real teachers accept weeds for flowers and every picture colored with love. Real teachers know that they will never get paid what they are worth. They believe they make a difference every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the type of teachers i get to work with every day! Yes, I am truly blessed and thankful for each and every member of the staff--custodians, cafeteria, teacher aides, support staff, classroom teachers, counselor, office staff and assistant principal...ALL of them are real teachers and ALL of them are unique. I am thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2271279057459673563?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2271279057459673563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2271279057459673563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2271279057459673563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2271279057459673563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-staff-in-world.html' title='The Greatest Staff in the World!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3468302042003051000</id><published>2009-11-03T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:11:01.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><content type='html'>I know what you are thinking...she is thankful for something as trivial as reality TV!? Yes, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV gives me an escape from the drama of my own life. For an hour I can pretend to be a ballroom dancer, a survivor, a old rocker looking for a lover, or running a race around the globe. Remember being told you could grow up to be anything you wanted to be? Well, with reality TV I can live that dream. Sixty minutes of mind numbing, obnoxiously ridiculous entertainment that give me cause to fade away and think about NOTHING. Nothing to  solve, nothing to follow, no effort at all...a perfect way to unwind at the end of a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you, Reality TV for giving me nothing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3468302042003051000?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3468302042003051000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3468302042003051000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3468302042003051000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3468302042003051000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4404098076229922497</id><published>2009-11-02T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:55:03.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNSHINE!</title><content type='html'>Thanks goodness for sunshine! October was so dreary and wet, and dark and yucky! I am thankful for the sun. I need my Vitamin D and I am loving the sun rays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice how happier you are when the sun shine? Or how people seem friendlier? And, I think the sunshine even makes food taste better! ha!! Hopefully we will have more sunny days in the month of November so all will be brighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is my favorite season. The air is chilly, cool evenings, sunny mornings, early evenings and football! All of this and SUN! What a great way to begin the month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4404098076229922497?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4404098076229922497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4404098076229922497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4404098076229922497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4404098076229922497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunshine.html' title='SUNSHINE!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1642879486855453371</id><published>2009-11-01T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:31:59.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thankful Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last year several of us blogged each day about what we were thankful for. Kelli reminded me of this today when I read her blog, so I decided to do this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 2009 and I am thankful for my husband, Juan. We will celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary in December. Those years have been eventful to say the least. Two kids, five moves, job changes and challenges, family drama, chili cookoffs, graduations...too many events to list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it always been fun? No. Have we fought? Yes. Did I ever wonder if maybe we wouldn't make it? Of course. Did I want to give up? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, through all the good times and bad times, I can honestly say that I am glad we made it! 28 years is a long time. I have been married more that half my life! OMG! How scary does that sound??  Juan makes me laugh with his silly little dances, songs, and words that he makes up. He loves me and he loves the kids. He is a caring man, he is a good provider, he is a man of faith and he is faithful. He supports me in all that I undertake and encourages me to be strong and to stand tall. I am lucky he loves me! I am thankful for Juan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1642879486855453371?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1642879486855453371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1642879486855453371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1642879486855453371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1642879486855453371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-season.html' title='The Thankful Season'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6109787691772001525</id><published>2009-10-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:20:42.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Again!</title><content type='html'>So much for my first three wishes. We still have H1N1, I haven't magically lost 20 pounds, and it RAINED all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Let's try again...&lt;br /&gt;Magic Genie! Where are you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish #1 for today is more Glee and Nip/Tuck on Wednesday nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish #2 would be for my house remodeling issues to be all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the final Wish #3 for today...to not feel guilty for eating the frozen pizza that I fixed for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; wishes come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6109787691772001525?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6109787691772001525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6109787691772001525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6109787691772001525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6109787691772001525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-again.html' title='Try Again!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5857217319598809441</id><published>2009-10-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:56:43.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Wishes</title><content type='html'>Ever wish you had a genie in a lamp? A little genie to grant you three wishes? Yeah, we have all had that fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a magic lamp, but for the next few days I am going to pick three things each day and make a wish. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  No more H1N1 flu! We have had enough! Too many sick kids and adults with no real end in site. Genie! Where are you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A magic pill that would melt away 20 pounds and motivate me to exercise and eat right! Yoo! Hoo! Genie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No rain for the next 10 days! We NEED recess for a while! Genie is definitely not an elementary teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am off to search for a little genie in a bottle. He has got to be here somewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5857217319598809441?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5857217319598809441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5857217319598809441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5857217319598809441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5857217319598809441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-wishes.html' title='Three Wishes'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8001342471073430473</id><published>2009-09-20T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:57:52.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Alley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;College football has begun and so has Frog Alley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something electric about college football. I never experienced that while attending college, so I get to relive my youth at the TCU home games. Some friends and I do face painting during the two hours before the home games. Frog Alley is so much fun--or so I hear! We have a magician, face painting, bounce houses, bands, food, balloon art...lots of fun things to do. Not that I have ever actually seen any of that! For two hours I sit and paint faces--one right after the other! No breaks, no getting up...just constant painting! And, it is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing is the most of the kids come back year after  year. This is my 3rd year to do this and I am beginning to see the same kids and families coming back. They are so cute! All dressed in their TCU attire, cheerleader uniforms, jerseys...school spirit abounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get Juan to take pictures so I can post them--maybe--if I don't get too frustrated putting the pics online! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, no, I did not attend TCU. But, when it comes to football season I really love my Frogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8001342471073430473?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8001342471073430473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8001342471073430473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8001342471073430473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8001342471073430473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/frog-alley.html' title='Frog Alley!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1558376565810403337</id><published>2009-08-26T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:02:13.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New School Year Has Begun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, bet you thought I had quit! No, just being lazy. Actually, I kept trying to post my vacation pictures and got frustrated so I decided to take a break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The best time of the year is here--the beginning of a new school year! As a child I loved going to school. I did not like summer vacation. I missed my friends and the routine of being in class. As I got older I loved being a college student. At one time I thought being a professional student would be the best career ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher I looked forward to buying things for my classroom, planned out the furniture arrangement, and relished in the smell of the ditto machine (yes, I am old school!). I never slept the night before school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a principal, I have the same feelings. I spend my summer thinking of my back to school theme, working on pre-service agendas, finding door prizes and goodies for the staff and thinking of ways to make each year better. I still do not sleep the night before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an educator is one of the greatest gifts of God. Being able to touch the lives of children in a positive manner, mentoring and nurturing those in need, what more could you ask for? There are two kinds of teachers--those of the head (knowledge) and those of the heart (commitment). You can have all the content knowledge in the world, but unless you have the heart and soul to reach kids, unless you have passion for what you do, and a passion for student success, then you will struggle to be a real teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is truly no greater experience in the world than to have a first grader run up to you the first day of school, throw their arms around you and say, "Mrs. Nunez, I missed you!"  What a way to start the new school year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all my teacher friends, to everyone in education who makes a difference for kids--have a great year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1558376565810403337?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1558376565810403337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1558376565810403337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1558376565810403337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1558376565810403337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-school-year-has-begun.html' title='A New School Year Has Begun!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8985635757579956823</id><published>2009-06-30T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:19:34.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are in Navarre Beach, Florida on vacation! There are 10 of us who came to spend the week with Crazy Ray, who by the way, retired and lives on the beach! Tough life, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I am taking lots of pictures and will post when I get back....if I ever come back! OMG! This is the life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8985635757579956823?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8985635757579956823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8985635757579956823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8985635757579956823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8985635757579956823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-7076890042670440461</id><published>2009-05-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:26:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elm Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joy will turn 21 soon and we have been discussing her present for several months now. She talked about jumping from an airplane, we talked about taking a trip...then she finally decided...she wanted another tattoo. Not any tattoo, she wanted her entire upper arm area done. She had been looking as designs and searching for artists for quite a while, so when she told me what it was I knew she had thought it all out. She called the artist at Elm Street Tattoo, made the appointment and we made our date to tat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived around noon and Dean, the artist, was busy drawing her owl design. He took his time and sketched out a great design. An hour later he started and this was the beginning of a great tat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMtp_Oy8I/AAAAAAAAAII/osSVxkF-9nY/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339594286705855426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMtp_Oy8I/AAAAAAAAAII/osSVxkF-9nY/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He worked on her arm for over three hours, taking two breaks along the way. In fact, he "finished" twice before he really stopped. After about 2 hours, he stopped, wiped her down so she could bleed out and decided he was not done! He did this twice before he was satisfied. This man take his work seriously! Here he is working hard! Joy was staring at all the stuff in the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMh1KAlvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c3VEl-tFEIM/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339594083545421554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMh1KAlvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c3VEl-tFEIM/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Voila! The finished product! I can't wait for the healing to be over and the colors to really show up. Note the lime green in the eyes...my idea!!! In fact, I think Dean added the green just to shut me up!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMTVDuKxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbTmSYnti2o/s1600-h/rick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593834410945298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMTVDuKxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbTmSYnti2o/s320/rick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday, Joy!! I love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-7076890042670440461?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7076890042670440461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=7076890042670440461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7076890042670440461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7076890042670440461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/05/elm-street.html' title='Elm Street'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoMtp_Oy8I/AAAAAAAAAII/osSVxkF-9nY/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8991095984092627932</id><published>2009-05-24T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:28:15.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>East Texas Wedding</title><content type='html'>One of the most beautiful places in Texas can be found between Hwy. 37 and Hwy. 82...Clarksville, Texas! This was my mother's hometown and one of my favorite places to be! My cousins live there and we love to go visit whenever we can. Last weekend was my cousin Kevin's wedding. So off we went to Clarksville...well, actually we started our in Paris, wedding in Powderly then lunch with Grams on Sunday in C'ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Kevin and Erin Moore. Kevin is one of the nicest men you will ever met, and Erin is beautiful! They are very much in love. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339588465273800978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoHazdrCRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ke145QokIvo/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Erin's uncle let them have the wedding on his land, in his barn. It is so relaxing and beautiful! Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoHIah4CjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9m82XxHKPV0/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339588149342898738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoHIah4CjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9m82XxHKPV0/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these ladies...Grams, Kari and Debbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoG3yO7UhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lsgYwonEu_c/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339587863648096786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoG3yO7UhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lsgYwonEu_c/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was nice to get away and spend time in the country with family! We missed Larry. He is Debbie's husband and Kevin's dad. Right now he is working in Kuwait and was not able to come home for the wedding. I am sure when he returns in the fall we will travel back to East Texas and welcome him home! Love you, guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8991095984092627932?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8991095984092627932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8991095984092627932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8991095984092627932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8991095984092627932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/05/east-texas-wedding.html' title='East Texas Wedding'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/ShoHazdrCRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ke145QokIvo/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3123613605652185465</id><published>2009-05-03T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:10:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I made a decision in January to eat healthier and get hopefully lose weight. Nothing new. Almost everyone makes these "resolutions" in January. I made my decision based on my health and age. See, every January 1st a new year begins and every January 2nd I have a birthday. Great combination, huh? Anyway 54 years old and weighing over 200 lbs. is not a good combination. Especially when your hips lock up, you can't walk straight is you sit for more that 20 minutes at a time, you can't climb a flight of stairs and you can't sleep at night because of your own snoring. Not a pretty picture, is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cut out fried foods, sugar, soda, candy...everything that we all know is bad for us. I quit eating take out food and started taking my lunch to school. Turkey on whole wheat with spicy mustard became my main meal. We ate healthy at night, too. Juan and Joy went along with all my changes and adapted well. Altering some meals was not easy, but we all got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a herbal cleanse (thanks, Lori!) and started sipping on Spark energy drink. No coffee, no red meat, no dairy for 10 days!!! I thought I would die! But, 10 lbs. later I was elated!!! I was truly motivated now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Juan bought us an eliptical machine and it is awesome! I had to start out slow and work my way up...first 15 minutes, then 30, now I can do 45 - an hour! Still not at a fast speed and not using the ramp, but I'll get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short...4 months later I have lost 25 lbs. My goal is 20 more by the end of June (not that I think I can do that!) before we go to Florida for vacation. I would be happy with 10 more pounds as long as I can firm up some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably did not want to read about my diet plan. But, if you are like me you might need some motivation to get healthier. Maybe my story will help you. At any rate I feel better, I can move around easier, and my sleepy time is great!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3123613605652185465?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3123613605652185465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3123613605652185465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3123613605652185465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3123613605652185465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6545558715905527741</id><published>2009-04-12T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:46:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Juan and I were able to get away to the Hill Country over Spring Break and it was fantastic! We had not time table to follow except to be in Austin by 5 p.m. on Thursday for tattoo appointments. We left on Thursday morning and our little adventure began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Austin around 3:30 p.m. only to be right in the middle of the South by Southwest music event. OMG! The traffic was horrible. It didn't help that I thought I had booked a room in south Austin when it actually was in north Austin. What's the problem with that, you ask?? Well, we drove all the way through Austin to our hotel only to find out we had to go back north 7 miles. Not a big deal, huh? Except...we had to drive right through the SxSW traffic--again!!! Anyway, it all turned out OK and we just used Lamar Blvd. to get from one end of Austin to the other. Lamar was far enough west from the event that there was very little congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at &lt;a href="http://www.rockofagestattoo.com/"&gt;Rock of Ages&lt;/a&gt; tattoo shop a little early and waited for Mark to finish three friends getting waffles on their shoulders...weird! Anyway, Mark finally go started on Juan around 5:30. He was getting more work added to his arm. My little tattoo would have to wait. Well, at 6:45 Mark was done with Juan, but he plans at 7 p.m. and Juan had not told him I was getting a tattoo. I was pissed!!! No, I was more than pissed! I was a bitch! I was mean, mad, hurt and hateful! So, we left and went to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.mattselrancho.com/"&gt;Matt Martinez El Rancho&lt;/a&gt; (just across the street). My food was awful, I had no new tattoo and I was still mad. Back at the hotel, I pouted and Juan tried everything to make it up to me. He even left the hotel at 11 p.m. in search of Guiness for me! He came back with a six pack of Guiness and a bottle of water. I was somewhat appeased...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I was over the tattoo...I would just wait until I retired and get that half sleeve that I really want anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was a new beginning. We ate at &lt;a href="http://www.tacoxpress.com/"&gt;Taco Xpress&lt;/a&gt; and it was yummy!!! Then we hit the road for Fredricksburg. There is nothing more beautiful than the Hill Country in the Spring! It was so nice to be in the country with no time constraints and no deadlines! We arrived at our destination, &lt;a href="http://www.yourbrewery.com/"&gt;The Fredricksburg Brewery&lt;/a&gt;, by mid afternoon. We had booked a room upstairs. It was so cool! We slept above the brewery and they gave us free beer for staying there! What a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in, walked up and down the Main Street, drank, ate and shopped. It was great! Then it was time to meet some friends who were also in Friedricksburg. They RV and were at the KOA just outside the city. We drove out there and visited with them for a while before returning to the Brewery for dinner. After we ate, we walked the street again. We heard music from various venues, at ice cream at the parlor and just enjoyed the beautiful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up Saturday morning and ate at the little bakery behind the Brewery. It was quaint and peaceful, and we just sat outside and enjoyed the food and atmosphere. We checked out and headed home. But, first, a stop at the San Marcos outlet malls! Yeah for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive from Fredricksburg to San Marcos was absolutely breathtaking! The scenery, the countryside, the homes, the beauty of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping! Shopping! Shopping! We walked all around the outlet and took our time. Since it was Spring Break, and Saturday, it was busy! Several of the stores were so packed that I did not even attempt them. The Coach store had everything at 50% off and I really wanted to spend some quality time there, but so many people!!! I bet there were 75 people waiting in line just to check out! I walked in the store, looked around and walked out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back on the road and headed home. It was nice to have time away, get back home and have time to recover before getting back to the grind on Monday. We drove over 700 miles and made so many memories. I highly recommend taking a long weekend to unwind. No computer, no timelines, no requirements, no agendas! When I get stressed I close my eyes and remember those three fabulous days and all is settled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Texas and all that it entails! There is so much to see, do and remember! And, I love my husband for taking time off to be with me and take me on this trip!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6545558715905527741?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6545558715905527741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6545558715905527741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6545558715905527741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6545558715905527741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-getaway.html' title='Spring Break Getaway'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5405266238243485346</id><published>2009-04-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:49:13.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Racer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SdjfNSPl01I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z2hU1QlHEHk/s1600-h/speed+racer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321248379066766162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SdjfNSPl01I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z2hU1QlHEHk/s320/speed+racer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;WOW! I have been away a long time and lots has happened! I will begin with Juan as a race car driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan loves to drive fast! He owns three radar detectors and uses them faithfully. He drives fast in any vehicle and he has no fear. I usually ride looking out the side window because I don't want to see what is coming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our anniversary this year I bought him a trip to the Texas Motor Speedway to drive 8 laps in a real Nascar. He had to wait 3 months, but finally, on March 14th he put on his driving suit and took the wheel. Two of my friends bought their husbands the same gift for Christmas, so all three of the guys were there to support each other and drive fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold, misty day but the smile on Juan's face made it a great day. He thoroughly enjoyed his day as a race driver and of course, want to do it again! Those 8 laps went by quickly but the memories will last a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Juan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1653531440724604017-5405266238243485346?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5405266238243485346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5405266238243485346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5405266238243485346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5405266238243485346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/speed-racer.html' title='Speed Racer'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SdjfNSPl01I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z2hU1QlHEHk/s72-c/speed+racer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2155435291528737539</id><published>2009-03-02T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:31:42.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids are the greatest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span&gt;have two of the best  kids in the world! They are respectful and loving, and I am blessed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is doing well living on his own. He is working and taking care of his business. He came over on Sunday for chili and brought Deebo home to visit "Grandma"! I was very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is subbing for GP and doing well. I love her smile and loving personality. She is a mature young lady and I am proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my kids have friends who would do anything for them. That says a lot about a person--friends who will stick by you through thick and thin. The old saying, "to have friends you must first be a friend" is very true. Joy and David are loyal to a fault, but in return they have loyal friends. This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents often worry whether or not they are doing a good job of raising their kids. Truthfully we never really know...we hope, we pray and we do the best we can. I have, by no means, made all the right choices, or always set the right examples. In spite of all that, my kids are turning out just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love David and Joy with all my heart! They make me complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2155435291528737539?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2155435291528737539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2155435291528737539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2155435291528737539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2155435291528737539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-kids-are-greatest.html' title='My kids are the greatest!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6071610544999552146</id><published>2009-02-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:05:00.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New day!</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a new day!  We all need to begin anew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying so hard to be a  forgiving person. I love my daughter and I am still in the forgivness phase (not sure it will come..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am adjusting to changes at home...David moved away and our family changed! I miss him so much...and Deebo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is now subbing...CALL HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy...without the exception of the upcoming TAKS test...do NOT go there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life...WISH YOU WERE ME????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6071610544999552146?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6071610544999552146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6071610544999552146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6071610544999552146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6071610544999552146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-day.html' title='New day!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8286474057466726711</id><published>2009-02-15T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:35:36.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We all have been upset, angry and ready to vent. Most of us have had this experience numerous times in our lives. As we mature we realize that just because we want to rant and vent, we have to be able to stop and think rationally about how hurtful our words might me. We all have to be careful about what we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days have been rough. My daughter has been hurt by someone she loved and trusted. She never dreamed she would be spoken about in such a hateful way or that the person responsible would hurt her. As adults we must always take the high road and be mature enough to not get involved. I, too, have a hurt heart. Knowing that Joy is hurt makes me hurt. Knowing that the person I thought was my friend could talk so mean about my daughter makes me hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is a strong woman. She has dreams and hopes. She is someone to reckon with. Joy will be fine. She will regroup, and she will move forward. I cannot wait to see what she becomes. I love her with all my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8286474057466726711?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8286474057466726711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8286474057466726711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8286474057466726711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8286474057466726711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-careful-what-you-say.html' title='Be careful what you say'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5454900845423762951</id><published>2009-02-02T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:13:35.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I started this blog just to see if I could technically pull it off. Then I got hooked reading and writing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have any great things to say, or pictures to post (I am probably the one person in the world who does not own a digital camera) so I really don't know why I keep this up. I guess I just like to "hear myself talk" as my moma would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a rather boring life, with the exception of an occasional outing or get together. Nothing you all would be interested in. I really don't have much to say of any importance. I could talk about my family...you are tired of that! I could talk about my job for pages...you already know about that or could care less. I could talk about my friends...but I'm not that kind of person. So, what is there left to discuss? Politics??!! Hell, no. I will not go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk current events--Micheal Phelps screwed up! Big time!!! It never ceases to amaze me that "stars" think they are beyond the law!! Then there is the topic of Tony Romo cheating on Jessica and her weight gain--she's a size 8 for heaven's sake!!! Give the girl a break. Now, if Tony really cheating on her then I have to admit I am very disappointed. Once again..."stars" thinking they can get away with anything. And, I am tired of Brad and Angelina!!! Stop already. Who really cares??? And Jennifer and John...enough! OK. You caught me...my trash mags again! Guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better go and do some work. Lots of data to sort through and paperwork to finish...and blogs to read...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5454900845423762951?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5454900845423762951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5454900845423762951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5454900845423762951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5454900845423762951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-7741837370121623015</id><published>2009-01-25T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:50:13.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This weekend has been full of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with school "family" celebrating my birthday!!! Thanks to all of you for a great time. From there it was time with my cousin Keith and some of our friend "family". It is always nice to spend the evening with those who love you no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was moving day for David. Juan helped him get all of his stuff into his new house. He is happy and that makes me happy. As long as he takes care of Deebo everything will be fine. We will see him when he comes home to pick up more stuff or whenever he works. I have shopping to do to make sure he has all the things he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was great! Juan and I had dinner with my Clarksville cousins, Larry and Debbie and Kevin and Erin. Larry is leaving in a few weeks to spend 6 months in Kuwait. He is a mechanic and will be working on military transport. I really miss not seeing them as often as we used to. Larry and Debbie are good people. They are truly humble and I love them with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is home and family day...cleaning and cooking. I am content and happy and ready to go back to work! Hope you have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-7741837370121623015?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7741837370121623015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=7741837370121623015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7741837370121623015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7741837370121623015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-moments.html' title='Family moments'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2954838027318399940</id><published>2009-01-21T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:22:11.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Blog Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I admit it...I read random blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read blogs of people that know people that know people that I know. I read blogs of people I have never met. I read blogs--lots of blogs. I am a blog stalker. If you are reading this and you have a blog I probably read yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one by The Pioneer Woman. I LOVE this blog. I read what she says and live vicariously through her. She lives on a cattle ranch in Oklahoma (OK, I would never live in Oklahoma), is married to a real cowboy and has four kids (never 4 kids!). She cooks, blogs, homeschools, and is a wonderful photographer. OMG! I love her site. I wish I was half as talented as she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely leave comments on blogs, however. Not because I am not touched by what I read, but because you don't know me and you would realize you were being stalked! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of substance here. Just a cleansing and confession of my blog sins. Happy Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2954838027318399940?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2954838027318399940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2954838027318399940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2954838027318399940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2954838027318399940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-blog-stalker.html' title='I am a Blog Stalker'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6176137608657724247</id><published>2009-01-19T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:42:09.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SXTJHRN5eNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aD-BWrdZay8/s1600-h/499274162_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293076588785137874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SXTJHRN5eNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aD-BWrdZay8/s320/499274162_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;old picture...but I love this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;David is 23 and Joy is 20. They both currently live at home with mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday Joy announced to me that she does not like Ogle's and does not want to go back. She isn't sure what she wants to do except work full time. OK. I think it is time for her to move out and work and decide what she really wants to do with her life. She loves the Austin/San Marcos area (don't we all??) and has friends living there. Maybe she needs to venture out again and try to make it work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is actually moving out this Friday. He and two of his old HS friends have found a house in the area and they are making the move. He, too, is working on what he wants to do. I think moving out and living on his own will help him make some decisions and things will begin to come together for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my two kids with all my heart. They are my life, my breath, my heart and soul. But, I have finally come to the conclusion that they are free spirits and have no idea what it takes to support yourself and be independent. I have always been there for them, and always will be, but they need to be on their own and out of my nest. Maybe then I can let go. See...even typing those words makes me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms and dads always want the best for their kids. We want life to be easier and better for them than it was for us. Believe me when I say that parents cannot do that for their kids. That is something that the kids have to want as well. And, something they have to work for. We, as parents, cannot make that happen--no matter how hard we try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad at the thought of my kids not living with me, but I have to let go and let them grow. Here come the tears again...&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/1653531440724604017-6176137608657724247?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6176137608657724247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6176137608657724247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6176137608657724247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6176137608657724247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty-nest.html' title='Empty Nest'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SXTJHRN5eNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aD-BWrdZay8/s72-c/499274162_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3320758345745386678</id><published>2009-01-15T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:44:59.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOW! I haven't been here in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer had a virus--thought my life was over! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see...what has been going on? Enjoying my new TV and U-verse!! LOVE IT! Been on a new "eat healthier" program and losing weight slowly. Joy's shoulder is still hurt and she is out of school and work. Hopefully she can get back on track soon. David is scheduled to move out at the end of the month. He is renting a house with two friends and he is very happy. We will miss him and Deebo very much. I am glad they will still be close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is still wonderful and I still love my job! My kids are the best and my teachers are wonderful! I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that Nip/Tuck is back on! LOVE THAT SHOW! American Idol is back, too! Yeah. January is a good TV month. Football begins to go away...enough already. Super Bowl? Who really cares if the Cowboys aren't playing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential Inauguration on Tuesday. Everyone keeps talking about this being a piece of history. EVERY presidential inauguration is historical. Keep things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really random blog. It is sad, but this is exactly how my brain is working tonight. I was not feeling up to trying to organize my thoughts and make it all make sense. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3320758345745386678?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3320758345745386678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3320758345745386678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3320758345745386678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3320758345745386678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1363934443285823426</id><published>2009-01-03T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:26:12.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to figure out how to post pictures, so here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our extended family got together Christmas Day and here is the proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLYMQZ8xcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xJjln7zs8WU/s1600-h/talking+to+keith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026617560221122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLYMQZ8xcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xJjln7zs8WU/s320/talking+to+keith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me talking to Keith...no telling what this was about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLYHXrIIyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gVTAPzCvHRA/s1600-h/me+and+em.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026533611971362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLYHXrIIyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gVTAPzCvHRA/s320/me+and+em.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my beautiful goddaughter, Emily! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is the sweetest, most talented little girl and I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLX_LK89UI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7rPyYmgNr3A/s1600-h/juan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026392816842050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLX_LK89UI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7rPyYmgNr3A/s320/juan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My darling husband, Juan, probably making some sarcastic remark about having his picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLX6Zvqy2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/r8JRlmHPvk4/s1600-h/ray+and+joy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026310829591394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLX6Zvqy2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/r8JRlmHPvk4/s320/ray+and+joy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Ray giving his "wife" Joy a big hug! He knows momma would kick his butt if he tried anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLX0wJbEUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b-k16DEU4Rw/s1600-h/silly+gail,+me+and+letanja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026213763977538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLX0wJbEUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b-k16DEU4Rw/s320/silly+gail,+me+and+letanja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two great girlfriends, Gail and Letanja! We were acting silly for the camera...end of the day...what more can I say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLXuRF85sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pstFwbCGkgY/s1600-h/david+and+joy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026102348703426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLXuRF85sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pstFwbCGkgY/s320/david+and+joy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and Joy in the kitchen where all the action took place all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLWsRUB3aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NOYlkW-8kpI/s1600-h/group+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288024968536382882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLWsRUB3aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NOYlkW-8kpI/s320/group+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the group...I have no idea what Letanja is doing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every Christmas we get together with our friend for our "Orphan Christmas". Since none of us have large families around we all have lunch and spend the day visiting, watching movies, playing games, etc. We are all very close and have hung out together for almost 20 years. Most of us were on the Aardvark Chili Team so we have lots of memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas we were at Leslie and Tom's house in Arlington. We all pitched in for the food and it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray was in town from Florida and we were all so glad to see him! We call him Crazy Ray because he is a little wild and crazy. He moved to Florida a few years ago to retire and we miss him. In fact, many of us are planning a a vacation to his beach condo for a 4th of July celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have David and Joy with us for the day. They have been around this group since they were babies so nothing surprises them. All of our friends feel like surrogate parents to them so it is usually fun to sit back and watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a fun filled day with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1363934443285823426?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1363934443285823426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1363934443285823426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1363934443285823426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1363934443285823426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SWLYMQZ8xcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xJjln7zs8WU/s72-c/talking+to+keith.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1822874137248367280</id><published>2008-12-28T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:16:01.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Juan and I have been married for 27 years--half my life--and we celebrated this weekend. We went to Dallas and stayed at the W hotel. It was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day at July Alley, a little bar we found in Deep Ellum next door to Elm Street Tattoo. We sat at the bar and talked to the bartender and all the eclectic people who walked in. That is the great little bar to people watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and made our way to Victory Park. Checking into our room was an experience--we were  given warm, scented towels at the registration counter which was lined in hundreds of orchid displays and the scent of fresh flowers. The room was on the 9th floor overlooking the skyline of Dallas--beautiful! Our room was so relaxing and roomy--32 in. flatscreen, open glass shower, chaise lounge at the window to look out over the scenery...gorgeous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed and went downstairs to dinner at Cast, the hotel restaurant. We waited in the hotel bar until they came to get us--very cool! Again, fabulous! Because it was our anniversary we were given champagne and truffles by the chef. The food was outstanding and the atmosphere and view...well, again, fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and walked over to the Havana Social Club in Victory Park. Juan had a cigar as we sipped on 80 year old rum. We watched the Stars game on the TV and then sat and enjoyed the experience as the game was over and the crowd filled the area. Then, as we left we were able to see the Channel 8 10 p.m. newscast from the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel we went up to the Ghostbar for the experience. It was very chic with an upscale vibe. Reserved tables are by bottle service only so we just stayed long enough to have a drink. We sat for a while then walked outside to look over the glass wall and admire the city lights. There is going to be two big parties at the Ghostbar this week--Cowboys on Monday and New Years Eve on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back downstairs to the hotel lobby bar for a little while to people watch after the Stars game. Strange mix of people! You would think that only hotel guests would frequent the bar, but most of the people there were just drinking and hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day, great night, great life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1822874137248367280?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1822874137248367280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1822874137248367280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1822874137248367280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1822874137248367280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5780017272939334206</id><published>2008-12-23T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:30:33.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just finished 2 1/2 hours of wrapping gifts! I put it off until the last minute then I lock myself in my bedroom and going into a wrapping frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to wrap presents! I prefer paper and bows to bags anytime, and I really love the big gaudy ribbon and bows. Even as a young girl I did all the gift wrapping at my house. I would sit in the living room floor and spread out the paper, tape and ribbon and go after it...almost therapeutic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we open gifts on Christmas Eve, so the wrapping I did tonight is pretty much pointless, but at least it looks festive in the living room for 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I spend the day cooking enchiladas since we are having a Mexican menu--YUM!!! Chicken verde and cheese enchiladas! YIKES! Sounds like some major time in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5780017272939334206?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5780017272939334206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5780017272939334206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5780017272939334206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5780017272939334206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrapping-presents.html' title='Wrapping presents'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5803467249010010711</id><published>2008-12-20T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:56:43.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the official start of my Winter Vacation! I am sitting here with a big cup of coffee, blogging and watching the recap of "Charm School of Love". What a great way to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Juan and I are going to Pendrey's to buy chili spices because I am making competition chili over the break. Yummy! My family loves chili, but they are spoiled to the "real" chili of our cook off days. So, I will buy spices, cut meat and spend a whole day making chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also going to be doing some other shopping this week so we will be ready for the holidays. Juan has the week off so we are going to get things done today so we can rest up for Christmas. Of course, we will be watching the Cowboys tonight complete with all the tailgate fixings...pico, cheese dip and beer! GO COWBOYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend and a great holiday! Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5803467249010010711?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5803467249010010711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5803467249010010711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5803467249010010711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5803467249010010711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning.html' title='the beginning...'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2960714203833205988</id><published>2008-12-15T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:44:30.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;span&gt;have finished my Christmas shopping! What a great feeling. I still have to wrap them all and put up the tree--yes, put up the tree. Well, not actually a tree. All we have is a little 3 ft. table top tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am very happy to have this all done. Now I am busy working on my family Christmas Eve dinner and planning all of that. We are going to my niece's house that evening for a Mexican feast!!! I cannot wait! YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next week, too. Joy and I are going to Cedar Hill on Monday to shop and have lunch. I always look forward to spending the day with her. We will have a girl's day out, maybe even pedi/mani time... The rest of the week will be busy cooking and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week is my anniversary--27 years! We have a night at the W planned and dinner in Dallas. Maybe we will try to visit the Ghost Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2960714203833205988?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2960714203833205988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2960714203833205988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2960714203833205988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2960714203833205988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-7642534828011101552</id><published>2008-12-14T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:23:39.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My great nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have an adorable great nephew named Abel. He is the cutest kid you can imagine. Not to mention he is incredibly smart! He plays video games like an expert and is the funniest kid you could ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel is your typical 4th grade boy. He is involved in Boy Scouts, likes sports, does his chores, loves his parents and does well in school. He has not always liked school--and has been known to express that opinion eloquently. In the last couple of years he has come to realize that school is a necessary evil and he enjoys it. I think being in GT has really helped to keep his mind active!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back he was not feeling well and bruising easily. He was really run down and not acting like the Abel we all know and love. His mom took him to the doctor and he was diagnosed with ITP. Don't ask me what the letters stand for, the words are too big...but I do know what it means. ITP  is not a life threatening disorder, but because of he has a  low platelet count, if he were to suffer any major injuries or bumps to the head, it could be very bad for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just went back to the doctor and his blood platelets are too low and he is not getting better. He is now listed as a chronic case, meaning he has to be careful to not get any severe injuries that would cause bleeding. He has to go back to the doctor at the end of this month to do some more tests. If his count is not up the doctors will begin to look at treatment options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom is very optimistic and thankful that ITP is all that is going on. But, having a 9 year old son who has to go through this, is hard. I cannot imagine trying to explain it all to him, and make sure that he has a normal little boy life, but at the same time protect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep him in your prayers. Abel is a precious child who should not have to worry about restricting his fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-7642534828011101552?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7642534828011101552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=7642534828011101552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7642534828011101552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/7642534828011101552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-great-nephew.html' title='My great nephew'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4953476965897049799</id><published>2008-12-11T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:50:00.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So today I heard so many good things about my staff, kids and school! It was so cool to be validated on what I know and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is hard work. And, if you work at my school it is even harder because of my expectations and pressure. I am not easy to work for and I know this. But, if we say that we have to care too much to let a kid fail, then I have to care too much to let a teacher not be the best they can be! Student success is directly impacted by the instruction of the teacher in the classroom on a daily basis. Kids need the best teachers every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push hard. I nag about rigor, and best practices, and SEs and lesson objectives, and...I do this because I want my teachers to be the best teachers in the district. I do this because I want my kids to be successful. I do this because I this is my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the Christmas holidays. We can all relax and forget about school for two weeks and enjoy our family and friends. We are so happy! These two weeks off are one of our perks and we deserve this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4953476965897049799?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4953476965897049799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4953476965897049799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4953476965897049799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4953476965897049799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-good.html' title='Today was good!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5993469762518060967</id><published>2008-12-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:35:37.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Slater</title><content type='html'>YUM-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One of my new fav shows is "My Own Worst Enemy". Seen Mr. Slater without a shirt lately?? OMG! Tonight was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that twist and turn are usually too 'heavy' for me to watch during the week. I like to veg out in front of the TV and live vicariously through the characters as they make their way through the story line. Usually comedy or reality TV is as cerebral as I can handle. But, I really like "Enemy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this show so much that I am willing to give up CSI on Monday nights! Thank goodness for DVR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5993469762518060967?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5993469762518060967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5993469762518060967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5993469762518060967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5993469762518060967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/christian-slater.html' title='Christian Slater'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2580212890476510658</id><published>2008-12-07T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:45:40.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Having family to support and love you is the greatest gift of God. Knowing that you have your family to always be there and believe in you make everything possible. I am lucky to have a great family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family that lives in my house is the reason I breathe. I truly cannot imagine life without David, Joy or Juan. We are not the perfect "Walton" family, we don't always agree or get along. We get on each other's nerves and irritate the dickens out of each other. But, we love each other with all our hearts! We make each other laugh, we depend on each other for support and guidance, we reach out to each other. I know that David will grow up to be a responsible young man. My hope is that he finds his calling soon. Joy is busy going to school and working full time and will some day be a world famous hair dresser. I am a very lucky woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate family is very special, too! I am very close to my niece and nephew and their families. They have three boys between them and it is very nice to have little kids around again. Their mom, my sister, has given all of us many joys and tears, but we love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt BB is my second mom. She has been there since mom died and gives me the wisdom of her years each time we talk. BB is a little woman with a big heart. I truly don't think I have ever heard her say a negative word about anyone. I am blessed to have her in my life. Her son, Keith, is like the brother I never had. Being one year apart in age has put us chronologically close, but that is not the reason we get along so well. You see, Keith and I have a lot in common, including loving BB. We coordinated a chili team for years, hosted countless Cowboys watching parties and generally raised H- - - for most of our adult lives! Love ya, Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Clarksville family are my soul mates! Debbie, Larry and their kids and families are so very dear to me. Some of my best memories are of being in that little northeast Texas town and spending time with the Moore clan. Hanging out at the lake, driving all over to shop, drinking wine on the sofa, the deer cabin...my heart is in Clarksville and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see what the future holds for all my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2580212890476510658?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2580212890476510658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2580212890476510658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2580212890476510658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2580212890476510658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8939651825826647403</id><published>2008-12-01T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:56:34.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;On Saturday we will get our new TV! My hubby went out and bought a 46" HDTV and sound system and I am so psyched!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this coming Saturday will be hectic at my house. The TV will be delivered and the installation guys will begin the process. We will have to take down our entertainment center with its eclectic collection of "homey" stuff, old CDs, really old LPs, graduation pictures, old chili trophies...yuck! I hate the thought of taking all this down and figuring out where to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will make do with the old TV stand until we get the aquarium situated. It will have to be drained and moved so that will be another day and time. We really enjoy watching the fish swim around so we don't want to get rid of it or move it to another room. We will just figure out how to live in harmony with the big TV and the big fish tank in the same room, same area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait to watch my reality TV on a big HDTV!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8939651825826647403?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8939651825826647403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8939651825826647403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8939651825826647403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8939651825826647403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-tv.html' title='New TV'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6369583308337635337</id><published>2008-11-28T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:07:11.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This week has been such a blessing! Having a week off to relax and spend time with the family, shop, blog, watch TV, visit friends and reconnect is wonderful! I read somewhere that a teacher has to make over half a million decisions a day. I believe that is true! With all that to think about we have to be tired! TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan had off all this week, except today, and David and Joy have been off since Wednesday so we have been able to spend some time just hanging out. Now, I must admit, togetherness can be too together at times, if you know what I mean...ha! But, I enjoy having the family all in the living room or at the dinner table at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession...I did not clean my house or finish the laundry. I did not bathe the dog or clean out my closet. I did not get down the Christmas decorations or start my Christmas shopping. "So, what did you do?" you might ask.  Nothing! Nothing that I did not want to do! I sat in my chair with my laptop and surfed. I laid on the love seat with my blanket and my dog. I drank my Guinness. I ate whatever I wanted. I stayed up late. I watched trash TV. Glorious times, I'm telling you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Sunday night will come quickly and I will have to prepare myself for reality (not reality TV!). The next three weeks will be full of trying to get "it" all crammed in before Christmas Break. We will be super stressed at school just trying to get the kids to learn instead of wish for Santa. We will have class parties, school parties, lunches, lots of parents, testing...you know...all the usual stuff that comes between the Thanksgiving Break and the Christmas Break. And, on top of all that I have to keep the teachers from doing the same thing as the kids...wishing the three weeks would just hurry by! It is so hard to do, though. But, three weeks is a long time and we have to get so much done even though no one really wants to. This is hard to explain to anyone who is not in education. These are three tough weeks coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to leave now and go get ready for my nice relaxing sushi lunch! YUM-O!! I love sushi and I rarely get to eat it because very few of my friends will eat it. So, Joy and I are going to lunch with Debbie, my cousin's wife, and we going to relish in our California, Mexican and Birthday rolls, our Lemon martinis and good company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a great weekend and a wonderful upcoming Christmas season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6369583308337635337?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6369583308337635337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6369583308337635337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6369583308337635337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6369583308337635337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/rejuvenation.html' title='Rejuvenation'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1080521740286923640</id><published>2008-11-26T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:53:09.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbread Dressing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my favorite things to make is cornbread dressing. I love Thanksgiving because I get to make this and then enjoy a plate of dressing and gravy and cranberry sauce...I can really do without the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the dressing is a family tradition...well, maybe not...but it is MY tradition. I always beg Joy and David to help me make it so they will know how when they finally leave home (whenever that may be!), but they aren't interested. Joy usually stands in the kitchen, watches and hands me items as I ask for them. She could probably make it if she had to. I asked David to help me so he could tell his future wife (ha!) how to make it. All he said was, "I'll send her to you and you can teach her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished putting the butter slices on top of the two pans of dressing. Yes, I made two pans. One to take to the family gathering and one for home. We eat lots of dressing! But, we only eat my dressing. Exactly the reason I always volunteer to make it! I will roast a turkey breast on Friday and we will have left overs all weekend long. Cold turkey and dressing sandwiches are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for being able to create something that we all enjoy and makes my family smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your own cooking and gathering for tomorrow. I believe that we all have so much to be thankful for that tomorrow should be a day of blessing for everyone. Enjoy your family, relax and take a deep breath...for Christmas is around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1080521740286923640?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1080521740286923640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1080521740286923640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1080521740286923640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1080521740286923640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/cornbread-dressing.html' title='Cornbread Dressing!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1487465715562723072</id><published>2008-11-23T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:51:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>WOO HOO for gas prices and discounts! I went to Tom Thumb today and used my Reward Points when I got gas. The original price was $1.71 a gallon. My discount was 70 cents off per gallon--making my final cost $1.01!!! OMG! I filled my gas tank for $13.00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember just two months ago paying nearly $50 to fill my gas tank. I paid it because I had to have the gas, but My Goodness! So, today I have to say that I am thankful for lower gas prices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  yeah, the family is going to the Tut exhibit in Dallas tomorrow! I am soooo excited!!! Guess what I will blog about tomorrow....TUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys won!!! Yeah for that, too! WOW! Today is a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1487465715562723072?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1487465715562723072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1487465715562723072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1487465715562723072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1487465715562723072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/gas-prices.html' title='Gas Prices'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6909952716697239854</id><published>2008-11-21T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:01:05.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deebo Dog is my son's pit bull. I love this dog! Deebo is more like Scooby Doo than a killer dog. He has lived with us for over a year and half--3/4 of his life. He shares the house with ZsaZsa, my chihuahua. Therefore, Deebo thinks he is just like her...small and dainty. He is not either of these things. Deebo weighs at least 85-90 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deebo gets so excited when I come home in the evenings. He almost knocks me over running up to greet me. He will stand on his back legs, putting his front paws in the air for he to grab and "dance" with him. He jumps on the back of the sofa (just like ZsaZsa), puts his left paw in the air for a High Five. He will sit on the floor at my feet and extend his paw for me to shake with him. Yes, Deebo is very animated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see him run in a circle? Mention the word "cookie" or "squirrel" and he gets in a frenzy! Throw his toy bone or rope across the room and he will run to grab it and bring it to you to play. I love to watch him play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a lot of bad press about pit bulls. I believe that there are bad dogs in the world. I believe that pit bulls are dangerous dogs. But, I do NOT believe that all pit bulls are dangerous. That is why I get so upset at all the stories that go around about how pit bulls attack innocent people. I can't help but wonder two things: how was the dog raised and how was the dog treated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Deebo Dog and he loves his Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is the beginning of the Thanksgiving Break! WooHoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6909952716697239854?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6909952716697239854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6909952716697239854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6909952716697239854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6909952716697239854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/deebo.html' title='Deebo'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1865149730072139556</id><published>2008-11-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:40:06.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG Week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;OMG! I am glad this week is almost over! I don't remember having a week like this in a long time. Stress  has consumed me and I truly think I smiled for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me apologize for not posting the past two days. I have not been near a computer in the evenings since Monday and really didn't feel like anything I would have said would have been the least bit thankful orientated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... back to being thankful! I am thankful today for good friends who always make me smile. I have friends that I see everyday at work, friends that I only contact through the internet, friends who I see several times a week, and friends that I rarely see but are always in my heart. You know who you are...you know you make a difference in my life. I am thankful for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there are friends you can confide in, friends who will support you no matter what, and friends who "have your back" is what makes life great. I am blessed to have friends like that in my life. Never doubt that I love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1865149730072139556?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1865149730072139556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1865149730072139556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1865149730072139556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1865149730072139556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-week.html' title='LONG Week....'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3306341746463943969</id><published>2008-11-17T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:15:40.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedi Mani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nothing is more relaxing than a pedicure and manicure after a long day! I must say, I am very thankful for being able to sit in a massage chair and let someone pamper me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was appalled at the thought of someone touching my feet. I always felt like I had really ugly feet and never wanted someone to actually touch them. Then, one day, I decided that if I ever planned on showing my feet to the public I had to do something to make them presentable. My first pedicure was like a revelation! I soon discovered that I no longer cared what the lady thought about my ugly toes, my callouses, or my hairy legs. I loved being pampered! I would rather have a pedicure than go shopping...you know that must be a big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manicures just come with the process. I used to have nails put on but it became too much of an upkeep issue. I don't have the time to sit and wait for all of that. But, I will make time for a pedicure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TMI I'm sure! But, when I stop to think what I am thankful for today--a fresh pedicure is at the top of my list!!! Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3306341746463943969?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3306341746463943969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3306341746463943969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3306341746463943969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3306341746463943969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/pedi-mani.html' title='Pedi Mani'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3364517994043491282</id><published>2008-11-16T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:47:27.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was absolutely, wonderfully lazy! I did two loads of laundry, vacuumed the floors, put frozen snack food in the oven for lunch, watched a little football, and took a nap. Just finished cooking dinner and now I am sitting here reflecting and being thankful for having a life that allows me to have a perfectly nothing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have done more...lots more. I should have cleaned the bathroom, several more load of laundry and dusted, but I didn't. I did exactly whatever I wanted...and it was great!!! Selfish? Probably. But, I do not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be very busy. And you know the week of Thanksgiving will be constant motion. So, I convinced myself that I deserved this lazy day. My wish for each of you is that you do the same for yourself. Take time to just be...be...nothing. No expectations, no plans, just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend was great!!! I loved mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3364517994043491282?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3364517994043491282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3364517994043491282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3364517994043491282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3364517994043491282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3133818965684759867</id><published>2008-11-15T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:46:58.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;OK. So, this was not a typical Saturday afternoon. Juan and I went to Elm Street and got work done on his tattoo. We spent our Saturday afternoon at Elm Street Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for being old enough to make the choice to spend my time in a tattoo shop and enjoying the day. It was fun watching the guy draw the design and then create it on Juan's arm. I am thankful that it was his pain today and not mine. But, I have to admit...the itch is back for more ink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for walking next door to the funky little bar and sitting there watching all the eclectic people and dogs come and go. And, thankful that they had Guinness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to be home, watching TV and relaxing after a great day in Dallas! I would love to live in a loft downtown!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3133818965684759867?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3133818965684759867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3133818965684759867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3133818965684759867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3133818965684759867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-afternoon.html' title='Saturday afternoon'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4175509707408681333</id><published>2008-11-14T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:28:09.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Obviously I am thankful for Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I had a bad week--my life is great!--not because I have anything exciting planned this weekend. No, I am thankful for Fridays because that means I have two days to sleep late and rejuvenate for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are my time to spend with my husband, to clean the house (cough, cough), read my trash magazines, shop and go out to eat. I like to get together with my good friends and socialize in a world outside of education. This time in the 'real world' reminds me why I love education and school houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Fridays are great because they signal a time to begin again. Always a renewal process--just like the seasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4175509707408681333?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4175509707408681333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4175509707408681333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4175509707408681333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4175509707408681333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1639389298651251637</id><published>2008-11-13T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:34:52.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uptown Theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tonight I have to talk about the Uptown Theater. If you grew up in GP in the 60's and 70's like I did then you know about the Uptown. This was our downtown movie house where we hung out every Saturday and created great memories. It has gone through many changes over the years and sat empty for the last several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the Grand Opening of the newly refurbished Uptown Theater and it is so cool! I went tonight with Colleen and Thom to see the Double Ace band. This is a local, native GP band who often plays at the Oasis. They are great and I always enjoy hearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this week and next there are special events planned at the theater. This weekend is a Block Party complete with 50's attire and next week there are old movies every night--Casablanca, Gone With the Wind,Grease...how great is that?? I am excited that GP is trying to bring life back to downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the random act of kindness I planned to do each day...didn't happen today...I'll try harder tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1639389298651251637?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1639389298651251637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1639389298651251637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1639389298651251637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1639389298651251637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/uptown-theater.html' title='Uptown Theater'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3084245459576921085</id><published>2008-11-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:30:13.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>Several years ago there was a movement that challenged us to perform random acts of kindness and pay it forward. It was a novel thought back in the day. Today, as I sit to think about what to blog about today, my mind turns to all the wonderful people I know that do both of these novel things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jody and Fabienne for taking care of the birds today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Anna for being so thoughtful and finding ways to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Angie for being there to talk to me when I just need a kind ear.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you LeighAnn for sharing your knowledge and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Vanessa for thinking one step ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mike for always going above and beyond to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to be surrounded each day by friends and colleagues who just "take care of business" and do what needs to be done for the good of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in addition to a daily thankful blog, I am going to make sure that I do a random act of kindness each day. Can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3084245459576921085?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3084245459576921085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3084245459576921085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3084245459576921085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3084245459576921085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2822438774373745069</id><published>2008-11-11T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:44:45.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler Weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love fall  weather! I like wearing sweaters, sweatshirts, jackets and flannel. I like bundling up when the sun goes down and cuddling on the sofa in a blanket. The crisp, autumn air gently blows the changing leaves (that we have to rake!) and I know that all good things are coming...like high school and college play offs, Thanksgiving, with Christmas around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my reasoning for preferring fall weather to any other:&lt;br /&gt;1) Spring is too wet and rainy. You never know what to wear or what shoes to put on!&lt;br /&gt;2) Summer in Texas to too hot. You cannot take off enough clothing to stay cool and still be decent!&lt;br /&gt;3) Winter is yucky and cold...icy and slushy. I do not need the extra baggage of really heavy, warm clothes!&lt;br /&gt;40 Fall is perfect...cool, breezy and just right for a light sweater (to hide the extra pounds I always seem to have!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is in honor of our wonderful season--Autumn!!! Want to join me in a caramel apple cider from Starbuck's?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2822438774373745069?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2822438774373745069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2822438774373745069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2822438774373745069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2822438774373745069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/cooler-weather.html' title='Cooler Weather!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4850398103216238806</id><published>2008-11-10T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:37:45.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today we celebrated Veterans Day at school. I always look forward to this special day because we take the time to think about our freedom and how we are able to keep it--the men and women who put their lives on the line for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have 4 military men in my family. My uncle Dub, uncle Bond, my nephew Brandon and my husband Juan. These men all gave time to the US armed forces so that we could keep our freedom, independence and voice. I am thankful for what they gave up for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take time to celebrate this special day. We must teach the youth how special it is to serve our country. We have to present history to them so they have a connection to their past. They are our future, and we need to make sure they understand the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is not pretty. I can barely remember a time in my life that was not surrounded by war. I grew up knowing my uncle was in Korea. Then came the Vietnam war, Cambodia, the ongoing war in the Middle East, Desert Storm, Iraq, Afghanistan...the list is long. I remember watching the death and destruction of the Vietnam war on TV. I remember proudly wearing my POW bracelet in high school. I remember setting the dinner table and watching George Bush, Sr. make his announcement on TV about Desert Storm. It almost seems that we have become so used to war that it is a fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to thank a veteran. They deserve our love and gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4850398103216238806?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4850398103216238806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4850398103216238806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4850398103216238806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4850398103216238806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6432500008500928682</id><published>2008-11-09T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:02:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Having just spent 4 hours at work, on Sunday afternoon, I have to say that I am thankful for organization. I love going to school on Sunday and getting everything ready for the upcoming week. It gives me such a sense of accomplishment (yeah for me and Lindsey!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the time has changed it gets dark so early that I do not like to stay at school and work. My feeble mind tells me that when it gets dark my day is done! So, I have to make it home before dark or I never get anything done at home either!! Besides, if I am at school I am talking or not focused after 4 p.m.--honestly, I would rather visit with people than work. That is the real reason I have to spend my Sunday afternoons getting things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for my husband who grilled the beef tenderloin, washed clothes and cleaned the kitchen while I was gone...I am lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great week. We are getting closer to Thanksgiving Day and that makes me happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6432500008500928682?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6432500008500928682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6432500008500928682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6432500008500928682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6432500008500928682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/organization.html' title='Organization'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1189012158350145792</id><published>2008-11-08T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:59:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe that you must be passionate about whatever you do. Without passion life would stand still. I am so lucky, after 30 years, to still be passionate about my career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have blogged a lot about this topic so this will be short. However, when I think about things I am thankful for I have to include my career and the passion I feel for what I do. Teaching is truly a calling. It should not be something you do until something better comes along, or while you are figuring out what you want to do when you grow up. Teaching should not be a place filler in your career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher is the most important job in the world! Teachers are responsible for future doctors, lawyers, astronauts, and scientists. You have to realize the impact you have on each child sitting in your class. You have to give them the best every day, all day long. Teachers cannot afford to have a bad day...but if they do, the kids should never suffer because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the opportunity to have a career that I enjoy. I am passionate about teaching. My heart is happy when I am called a teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1189012158350145792?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1189012158350145792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1189012158350145792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1189012158350145792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1189012158350145792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8924698776175192996</id><published>2008-11-07T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:13:47.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><content type='html'>I LOVE REALITY TV!!!  There. I've said it. I admit I am an addict. Are there 12 steps for this addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for reality TV! It gives me an outlet to "zone out" and not have to think or make a decision. What a great thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is &lt;strong&gt;Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to be on that show so badly. I could do that! No bugs, no heat, no swimming...only food deprivation (I would be a biatch!!) and memory challenges (I would pray)! I would be the female Evil Dick and I would relish the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, reality TV is my life. The way I look at it--I have enough real life drama...I need to live vicariously through others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I thankful for on this day--being able to watch other people be the fool I would love to be! Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8924698776175192996?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8924698776175192996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8924698776175192996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8924698776175192996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8924698776175192996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2074787980857143913</id><published>2008-11-06T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:01:48.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am thankful for the fact that in October I made my last payment on my car!!! Yeah for extra money each month! A clear car title is a rare thing...mostly I trade cars in before I pay them off so I cannot remember ever NOT having a car payment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love my car! It is just the right size, gets great gas mileage, looks sporty and runs great! I highly recommend a Mazda...in fact, I am getting the itch for the new Mazda 6. We saw it at the fair and I fell in love. But, I think I love having extra cash for the holidays even more. Now I just hope nothing breaks or falls apart so I can actually splurge a little and buy something completely unnecessary!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. Sorry for the short post--it's been a hectic few days and I am tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2074787980857143913?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2074787980857143913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2074787980857143913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2074787980857143913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2074787980857143913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/paid-off.html' title='Paid Off!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6845249151152615606</id><published>2008-11-05T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:13:30.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ZsaZsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dogs are so great because they give you unconditional love. No matter what happens, no matter how bad your day, they love you. They wag their little tails when they see you. They lick your hands and give kisses. They cuddle beside you or in your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZsaZsa is my precious little chihuahua. She is 4 years old and my baby girl! This tiny little white puppy with the tan heart shaped spot on her left side, pointy pink ears and big brown eyes warms my heart each evening when I come home. She jumps on the back of the sofa, wags her tail, barks and gets so excited to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times of the day is when she and I lay on the loveseat, covered in our blankie and watching TV. In fact...that sounds great right about now. Think I will end this and cuddle with my ZsaZsa. I am thankful she came into my life to love me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6845249151152615606?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6845249151152615606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6845249151152615606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6845249151152615606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6845249151152615606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-zsazsa.html' title='My ZsaZsa'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-4391390680976006845</id><published>2008-11-04T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:42:36.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootsie</title><content type='html'>Joyce Ann (Tootsie) Hale Wilson, my mom, was a remarkable woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moma raised me to believe that I could do anything I set my mind to and be anything I wanted. She supported me, loved me, encouraged me and guided me. Tootsie was loved by all who knew her and I never heard anyone make a negative comment about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moma died when I was 25. She died of cancer. Moma was a heavy smoker--began when she was 14 or 15 and smoked two or three packs a day. I begged her to stop. I threw her cigarettes away, drenched them in water, you name it. I tried everything! She was just too addicted. I am blessed that she was able to meet Juan. I remember sitting on her sofa one day after school, telling her that he was the one I could see myself with for the rest of my life. She smiled and said, "Then I will love him, too." She did not live to see us get married. Nor did she get to see her two wonderful grandchildren. She would have loved being apart of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day does not go by that I do not think of her. She is the first person who comes to mind when I accomplish something or when I fail. I know she would have supported my achievements and even encouraged my failures. I miss her so very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am thankful for her love and her memories! Love ya, Moma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-4391390680976006845?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4391390680976006845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=4391390680976006845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4391390680976006845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/4391390680976006845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/tootsie.html' title='Tootsie'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1346770765793935972</id><published>2008-11-03T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:28:05.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Of course my next thing to be most thankful for is my husband, Juan. We have been married for 27 years (this December) and share lots of fond memories...some not so fond...but we won't discuss these here. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually meet through a mutual friend. Juan was working at NAS Dallas, in the gym. I had just bought and MGB and she suggested that I bring the car out and meet this guy she worked with. That evening Juan and I went to the bar on base and got to know each other. He was cute and very polite. I liked him right away, and we began to see each other almost daily. A few weeks into the relationship I found out that his divorce was not final. I told him to call me when it was, and I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks went by. I missed him but I was not about to get involved with a married man (not intentionally anyway!). I just spent more time in my classroom and focused on my kids. I was working a part time job at the mall and life went on. I remember the Saturday that he walked into Motherhood Maternity (my part time job!). He was extremely pale and slightly green around the gills. I could tell he was hung over. He walked over to the counter and said, "My divorce was final yesterday." I smiled, told him to go home, recuperate and call me in a few days. He did, and the rest is history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married in 1981. David was born in 1985 and Joy came along in 1988. I have the perfect family--not perfect people, perfect family. Juan is our guardian, our protector, our provider, our benefactor. He takes care of all the "manly" things like trash, mowing the lawn, paying bills, dealing with car repairs, etc. But he also does the laundry, listens to me rant about work and cries when our dogs died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. We have had our rough times. Most marriages do. But, with age comes compassion and comfort. This anniversary will mark the time in our lives when we have been together half our lives. That is a milestone! One that I am happy to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1346770765793935972?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1346770765793935972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1346770765793935972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1346770765793935972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1346770765793935972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/next.html' title='Next...'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1680116463515872981</id><published>2008-11-02T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:40:33.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Robin has a great idea! Post every day, in the month of November, something that you are thankful for. I, too, love November and the Thanksgiving holiday. Taking time to reflect on the great things in your life is what we all need to do. This month actually gives us "permission" to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in my life that I am thankful for. Right now I am thinking about my kids. I am so thankful for two really good kids. They are actually young adults but they will always be my kids, no matter how old they get. David and Joy are the lights of my life. I cannot imagine how my life would have been without their smiles, tears, accomplishments and disappointments. These days I see them less and less. Between their work hours and my need for sleep, most days I do not see them. I try to wait up for them to come home, but my morning begins much earlier than theirs does, so I end up going to bed without seeing them. But, on the rare chance that we are all at home at the same time, it is glorious. David is cracking jokes, Joy lights up the room with her smile and we all feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my pick for today--my kids! I am so thankful that God blessed me with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else want to blog each day about the things in your life you are thankful for? Just think, if we all did this, what positive energy we could produce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1680116463515872981?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1680116463515872981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1680116463515872981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1680116463515872981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1680116463515872981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for...'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2646840604129419929</id><published>2008-10-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:30:32.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things...</title><content type='html'>you never discuss in polite company are religion and politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I usually do not speak out on these two topics. My religious beliefs are my own as are yours. You have your political beliefs and I have mine. God is God no matter how you look at it...we are the ones who put boundaries on that ideology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Politics is a horse of a different color. My color has always been a variable. I vote based on ideals and goals, not a particular party. My parents were split--one was devout Republican and one was a die hard Democrat. I grew up making up my own mind because my parents gave me that choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, for the first time, I have a voting child. We do not agree on who to vote for. We do not discuss it. We have our beliefs and we respect that we have the right to not agree--not disagree, but simply not agree. I had a moral decison to make the other day. I could remind her of the circumstances and time restraints of voting (knowing we would "cancel out each other's vote") or just let the time pass and hope she forgot. My choice...I told her. I called and told her to vote. I told her where to go, when to go and how to get it done so she would be able to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know she will vote against my vote. I know that she voted. I am proud of her for that. I wish she shared my views, but, the important thing is that she has a view and she voted!!! OMG!! She voted! She voiced her opinion. I don't agree with her...that happens...it happened with me...it is all good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe that John McCain is the better choice. I believe that John McCain has weaknesses...all politicians do. I worry about Sarah Palin being President (God forbid), but I have to look at the alternatives...I cannot, in good consciousness, vote for Obama. He scares me. He has not represented himself as a Christian, I worry about his religious and political beliefs and background and his affiliations. I usually do not quote scripture or use the Bible to support my beliefs...but, I can't help but feel that biblical foretelling is warning me about Obama. I pray that I am wrong. But, what if I am right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This blog may offend some...I am sorry you are offended. I am not sorry for my beliefs or my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2646840604129419929?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2646840604129419929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2646840604129419929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2646840604129419929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2646840604129419929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-things.html' title='2 things...'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-5947379342760871837</id><published>2008-10-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:58:54.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago I started a new weekend activity. I was asked to face paint at the TCU home games in the area known as Frog Alley. Well...I had never really face painted before, but my friends did a little tutoring, I practiced for a while and decided to give it a try. It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, Saturday afternoons during TCU football season, I gather my bag of paints and head to Ft. Worth. The kids are so cute and they don't realize that I have very little talent. All they know is that they have some paint on their faces and they are happy! All ages come and sit on the stool. The boys want footballs, girls want butterflies, they all want TCU painted in the design. Parents and grandparents stand in line with the kids and help keep them still and calm. I have done three week old babies and grandmothers--all Horned Frog fans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Saturday is homecoming and the weather is expected to be great, so I predict our troupe will be very busy. Looks like an afternoon of sitting in one place for two hours and making kids smile. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-5947379342760871837?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5947379342760871837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=5947379342760871837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5947379342760871837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/5947379342760871837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/frog-alley.html' title='Frog Alley'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8023754118376421322</id><published>2008-10-17T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:08:39.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh! October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my favorite time of year! I love the weather, the change of the season, the energy in the air. Autumn has always been the best as far I am concerned. School starts, high school football, college football, NFL (all football in general!), pumpkins, sweaters, the State Fair, cool evenings...all my favorite things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;October always seems to be one of the busiest months at school. End of the first six weeks of school, assessments, parent conferences, trainings, family events all take so much time. And yet, I find this is my best time to reflect on how my life is going. The fiscal year is ending and my career year is beginning. Lots going on at the same time. Lots of things to think about. Was this a good year for me personally? Did I accomplish all the things I promised myself in January I was going to do? Only a few more weeks to get them done! How will this school year pan out? Will I be able to reach my goals and will the kids and the teachers feel successful? How do I blend my two lives together and keep them separate at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;October is a month of stress and rejuvenation all rolled into one. A beginning and an end all at the same time. Hard to explain it...but I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8023754118376421322?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8023754118376421322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8023754118376421322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8023754118376421322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8023754118376421322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh-october.html' title='Ahh! October'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-6586962277491489378</id><published>2008-10-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:26:22.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair of Texas!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again--The State Fair!!! I love everything about the fair. I love getting up early and making sure we are there by 10 a.m. on a Saturday (even thought I love to sleep late on the weekends)! I love the little "We're Going to the Fair" song that Juan made up over 25 years ago and still sings as we get dressed to leave. I love the drive to Fair Park and the anticipation of a good parking space. I love walking in the gates and seeing the schedule for the day. I love walking straight to the Fletcher's Corny Dog stand next to Big Texas and ordering a corny dog before 10:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan and I have gone to the Fair every year since 1983, missing only once in 25 years. We have taken the kids each year--beginning when David was 3 months old. We do this as a family each year. We spend all day going first to the Car Show, Arts and Crafts, Texas Hall, Livestock Arenas, Women's Place...every single building. We eat corny dogs, candy apples, and anything that looks good in the food building. We look for the cheapest beer at the fair and delight in walking that little extra to save a few coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay all day. We laugh, we joke, we eat, we drink, we LOVE the fair!!! At the end of the day, we leave and go eat again at Gonzales Mexican Restaurant located on Jefferson Blvd. in Oak Cliff. It is tradition that we eat there even though we might be too tired or full. Some traditions must be carried on! Are you kidding me? Give up a chance to eat real homemade, thick, flour tortillas? Not hardly! We all look forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the State Fair of Texas is here once again. Another opportunity for the family to spend a great day together. Can't wait until Saturday to walk through the gate and carry on the Nunez family fair tradition!! See ya'll there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-6586962277491489378?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6586962277491489378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=6586962277491489378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6586962277491489378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/6586962277491489378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-fair-of-texas.html' title='State Fair of Texas!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-8485225858650863174</id><published>2008-10-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:49:31.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>OK. So, I've been found out. Yes, I blog, but few people really know ,and by the time I get this done there won't be six people left in my short list of bloggers to do this, but here goes... 6 random facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the 3rd grade, while attending Bowie Elementary, my teacher left the room right after lunch for her "break". This was before conference periods. She was gone for 45 minutes. I had to go to the restroom REALLY badly. As soon as she walked back into the room, I stood up to ask permission to go to the restroom and I immediately wet myself...all over me, the black tile floor... She sent me home--I lived right across the street--and I changed my clothes and came right back to school. No one EVER mentioned that to me. No child in my class, my teacher, ANYONE. So, when I have a little one have an accident at school I try to remember that and keep them from feeling so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Much like LeighAnn, I cannot sit still and watch TV. I have to be working on Suduko puzzles, reading my weekly trash magazines or working on the computer. My family takes great pleasure in teasing me about all of this. I cannot even remember the names of movies we have "watched" because I rarely sit down long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trash magazines. I LOVE my weekly trash. Us Weekly, STAR... all of them. Every Friday...every magazine. I read them all and then save them all week to reread, just in case I missed any gossip. In addition, I have Perez Hilton bookmarked on my computer. I am really getting too old to keep up with all the new stars, but I try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate my hair. It is so thin that without my extensions you can see my ears poking out. Without my magic hair dust you can see my scalp in the back of my head. I spend more time trying to make my hair look full and normal than I should. My hairdresser is a goddess to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a wonderful husband who allows me to do whatever I need to do or want to do to make me successful and happy. He has always supported me professionally and guided me personally. People rarely see him because he is in the background being my personal cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I cook chili. Not the "brown some hamburger meat and add a packet of spice" chili. I cook real chili. Competition chili. The type of chili that wins at chili cook offs. It takes a special cut of meat, special spices and about 4 hours to cook. It is spicy, the gravy is thick and the meat is tender. Yes, I have won some competitions back in the day. I placed 5th in the Texas Women's Open in&lt;br /&gt;1994 (out of 150+ cooks) and made the Finals table at Traders Village in 1996 (that would be somewhere between 11 and 20th place out of 350+ cooks). Hot chili and cold beer...nothing better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who to tag? I think they have all been "taken". And, since no one really knows I blog who will do this?? Anyone reading this who is willing to share???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;1. post the rules&lt;br /&gt;2. list 6 random facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;3. tag 6 others&lt;br /&gt;4. pass it on for fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-8485225858650863174?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8485225858650863174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=8485225858650863174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8485225858650863174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/8485225858650863174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1041246566624614035</id><published>2008-10-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:16:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Saturday we are going to have the dedication for our new building. I have to write my "remarks" to say. I have been putting this off because I have no idea where to begin or what I am supposed to say. I thought I could practice here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Walt Disney had it wrong. Disneyland is not the happiest place in the world--our school is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back in December when I applied to be the principal of the 14th Street school I was very excited about the possibility of new adventures, new traditions. By the time I was named the principal, the school had been named for Hobbs Williams. I was even more excited and passionate about establishing new traditions and making a difference in the lives of the students that would attend our new school. Mr. Williams has always been a champion for the cause of student achievement. He is a passionate educator who always put students first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been blessed with this once in a lifetime opportunity. The teachers were hand picked. The building is state-of-the-art. The parents are involved in the education of the children. The students are eager to learn. I have a Superintendent and School Board who are supportive of us and our efforts to ensure student achievement."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you think? If you know me then you know I can "hold court" and talk to a crowd for hours. Saturday, however, I will be very humbled by the educators that will be sitting on the stage and in the audience. I will be reminded that passion for what you do makes you what you are. I am an educator. I am proud that I have had the privilege to work in this district, doing what I love for the past 30 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1041246566624614035?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1041246566624614035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1041246566624614035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1041246566624614035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1041246566624614035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-3712497625932263085</id><published>2008-09-24T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:59:44.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motherhood</title><content type='html'>I know that most people who write these blogs do it to show off their families and babies. Since I don't know how to post pics (and don't really have a camera!) there won't be picture anytime soon. And, since my babies are 20 and 23 I won't be talking about all the cute and wonderful things they do are they are growing. You see...my kids are grown...or so they like to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were little I would marvel at all the little things they learned every day. I relished in watching them take their first steps, talk, feed and dress themselves. It was a glorious time. And, then they grew into school children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the kids of a teacher was not easy. They spent many long hours at the school with Mom. They arrived early and stayed late. No matter what school they attend there was always someone who knew me. They hated this because I often knew what they were doing even when they were away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the teenage years. Heavens know how any of us survived that time! They had very unique personalities and very different lifestyles. Each made choices as to how they wanted to live. As hard as it was then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me to let things happen, it is even harder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once children reach the age of 19 -20 they believe that they are adult and they are "grown". The hardest thing for a parent to do is to let them make choices that you know are not the best for them. You can voice your concern. You can "demand" they do things. You can ignore what is happening. But, in the end, they will make the choice they believe is right. As a parent you have to be willing to stand by your beliefs, voice those as well and pray that all those years growing up they learned values you tried so desperately to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that happens. Sometimes it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that these are the times that Charles Dickens spoke of..."the best of times, the worst of times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two children mean more to me than anything or anyone in the whole world. I would do anything to make sure that they are happy, safe and ready to take on life. The problem is I can't really let go of them and let that happen. You see, I have already watched them stumble and I am afraid to let them fall. I want to protect them from all the evil and the hardships in the world so they don't have to hurt or suffer. I know...I know...that is not possible. I should just back away and let them experience life and learn from their mistakes. Really? Can a mom really do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here waiting for her to walk through the door I can only hope that I have said the right things, I have loved her enough and I have given her all that she needs to become a success in whatever she attempts. What if this doesn't happen? What can I do then? I will still try to say the right things, I will still love her with all my might and I still believe that she will be successful. That is what a mother does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, children are a blessing...and a pain...and a wonder...and heartbreak all rolled into one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...the joys of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-3712497625932263085?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3712497625932263085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=3712497625932263085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3712497625932263085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/3712497625932263085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/motherhood.html' title='motherhood'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-1840736542101203923</id><published>2008-09-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:00:01.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>constant change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when I thought things would never change...they did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;David cut his hair after a year of doing "dreds" the natural way. In case you aren't familiar with that it means not shampooing, cutting or brushing your hair. He said he washed his hair with sea salt and soap, but it always looked stringy and greasy. It really wasn't...but it looked that way. It was working for him because he had a job working on a dock. But, when he went to get another job things had to change. So, to my pleasant surprise, he cut all his hair off! He now has a job at a Mexican restaurant in Arlington!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, both my kids work at Mexican restaurants. Looks like lots of enchiladas and margaritas for us in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juan got his motorcycle license and is looking at Harleys. As long as he buys one that had a seat for me I am good with all that. I have always been afraid of motorcycles, but these days, the older I get, the more daring I become. Midlife crisis? Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Changes in our lives are the only consistent thing we can depend on. Never a dull moment in my sweet life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-1840736542101203923?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1840736542101203923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=1840736542101203923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1840736542101203923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/1840736542101203923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/constant-change.html' title='constant change'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-9023929921910465384</id><published>2008-09-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:04:27.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your passion!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me you know that I have a passion for what I do. I am so blessed that in the early 1970's I decided to be a teacher. I have been so lucky to have found my passion and my career all wrapped into one! Being a teacher for all these years has presented me with lots of paradigm shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, being a teacher is one of the hardest jobs in the world. You have to make thousands of decisions every day, and any one of those decisions could change your life. You have to be a mult-tasker like no other, doing 10 - 20 things at the same time. You have to be mother, father, counselor, nurse, therapist, coach--all while making sure that each of the 22+ students in your class makes a minimum of a year's gain in 9 months. Teachers are true miracle workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can truly understand how glorious and treacherous our jobs are unless you have actually done our jobs. Don't sit at your business world desk and spout off about how we only work 9 months, that we have 3 months off in the summer, how we get off at 3:30 every day...don't even go there with us! We work more hours in a week than most of you. We NEVER get 3 months off and we do NOT get paid for the summer or the holidays that you constantly like to remind us we get! We get paid for our contract days and they divide that over 12 months. We deserve every penny we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! Had to get that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we this? Because we love it! We love seeing the little faces every morning, we enjoy watching the kids mature and develop, we rejoice when they "get it". It is true--when the light bulb goes on we feel so rewarded. Each time one of the little darlings hugs you, breaks out in a smile when they see you, confides in you--you just know you are doing the best job in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that my own two children get the same personal satisfaction from their careers as I have gotten from mine. I can truly say that the last 30 years as an educator has given me many fond memories. I look forward to many more before I retire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-9023929921910465384?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9023929921910465384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=9023929921910465384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/9023929921910465384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/9023929921910465384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/follow-your-passion.html' title='Follow your passion!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653531440724604017.post-2607430580837377567</id><published>2008-09-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:50:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New to this!</title><content type='html'>I only hope that I can keep this blog up! Not sure I have much to say that anyone really wants to read, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the place I reflect on my life and my passions. This will be my cleansing place. This will be where I vent, rant and praise. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653531440724604017-2607430580837377567?l=mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2607430580837377567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653531440724604017&amp;postID=2607430580837377567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2607430580837377567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653531440724604017/posts/default/2607430580837377567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlife2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-to-this.html' title='New to this!'/><author><name>Momma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288833953908653544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdmfSg1meKc/SVgiU-3fKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TS-9o8002UQ/S220/IMG_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
