<?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-4659020170142123034</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:22:24.591-07:00</updated><category term='cute 2 year old'/><title type='text'>Possibly Insane!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-9030615451424649111</id><published>2010-08-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:07:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a thing....</title><content type='html'>We have a thing in our home. We call each other silly. We call ourselves silly. Of course only when it's warranted, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started several months ago. I don't remember what I did, but it was silly and mindless. I looked at the kids and said "Say silly mommy!" along with what I had done. It's continued with things like "Silly mommy, you left your phone in the car!" and, "Silly mommy! Your shoes are ON your feet!" I've added, since that first silly mommy moment, silly (insert child's name here). I want to continue this because it seems to help them with admitting mistakes and understanding that mistakes are ok. No one's perfect! I want them to learn to be humble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like it's working! A little bit ago I was sitting in the living room when I heard baby girl in the kitchen. She was looking for her cup of water, but couldn't find it anywhere! She was confounded! Out of the blue I hear "Silly me! I put my cup on the counter!" It was the cutest, sweetest thing ever! She admitted a silly mistake she had made and was ok with it... at not yet 3!!! Since then I've heard the older kids say similar things over lost shoes, misplaced belongings, forgotten jokes, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that my example of being 'silly mommy' is showing them that it's ok to not only make a mistake but also to admit to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-9030615451424649111?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/9030615451424649111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=9030615451424649111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/9030615451424649111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/9030615451424649111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-have-thing.html' title='We have a thing....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-7512307030705013653</id><published>2010-07-22T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:09:57.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Is anyone out there?</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been over a year and a half since I last posted anything! Well, life is crazy. I know I posted a couple years ago that I'm getting divorced. Well, still working on that. It's crazy, and a mess, but we're surviving! I've made a huge transformation during that time! I'm no longer depressed. I no longer sit at home all day hoping someone is thinking of me. I live. I love. I have a life!! I'm not a partier, but I get out. I hang out with friends. I take the kids to the water park. I've lost 50 pounds, I'm gaining muscle (or trying at least, currently battling too thin, lol) and I have a tan! *heavenly angels in the background singing* A tan is a HUGE deal for me and my lily white Swedish behind! Lol. I work, though I don't make enough, but I'm trying to find something better. I have a job interview tomorrow! Hopefully that will help! I'm starting a fitness blog. I've become big into fitness and an active lifestyle. The blog is at mynewabs.blogspot.com. Let's see if I can keep up on that, lol. It will require me to sit still for a few minutes to post! Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, let's see. I've started taking American Kempo... I love it! I'm about to test for my yellow belt. I've worked so hard to get to this point! When it's taken you over a year to get something, you know you deserve it when you finally get it! Well, I'm about to get it! My instructor just needs to observe a little more to make sure I'm ready to test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Another thing... I'm sure none of you were aware of this, but I never finished high school. Well! As of December of 2009, I have completed my high school requirements! I took the GED and got 1 perfect score, 2 near perfect scores, and 2 pretty dang high scores, lol. I'm now planning on taking my GED scores to the adult ed department of the school I took the GED at and asking them to apply it to the final .5 or so credits I needed to get my adult diploma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also planning on signing up to be a substitute teacher with the school district. This will help me a little with what I've decided to go to school for! So, I love math and finances. Love it! And I love teaching. I love watching as they 'get it'. Part of the reason I homeschooled my kids. So... I'm sure you've guessed it already, lol. I'm going to be studying for my secondary education degree with a math endorsement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, this tired mommy is going to bed! It's after 2 am and I'm still up! Wow, lol. I'm going to have a fun time waking up tomorrow morning! Lol. Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-7512307030705013653?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/7512307030705013653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=7512307030705013653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7512307030705013653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7512307030705013653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Hello? Is anyone out there?'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-6060767732167299317</id><published>2008-12-25T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:30:48.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All!!</title><content type='html'>Could the season get any better? I just love this one annual event!  Of course, the days and weeks leading up to this one event and the recovery period aren't quite so wonderful, this one day every year makes it so worth it! The light in the kids' faces, the magic in their hearts... nothing else can halt the balking over the excessive baking and clutter galore quite as easily! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was absolutely wonderful!  I say this surrounded in doll packaging and the stray bits of wrapping paper that I missed during the initial sweep of the house once the paper tearing frenzy was over and the random toy pieces that all belong to various sets and will likely be misplaced, only to be reunited with it's original set in, oh, 6 months or so.  Doesn't that, right there, prove the last sentence of the last paragraph to be true? Lol.  I will get into that subject a little more thoroughly when I can compose my thoughts a little more eloquently.  I have a mindful of thoughts that would fill a single post and then some! Lol.  That post will have to wait, though, since my normal, human self isn't able to run on an unlimited amount of energy and something begins to wane when exhaustion pushes it's way to the front.  Well, my ability to be witty and cute is that sacrifice right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd wish all of my dear friends a very Merry Christmas before the day has passed!!  I just noticed that even if you're on the east coast it's still before midnight, therefore still Christmas!  Besides, If I don't do it now then it likely won't happen until next year, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-6060767732167299317?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/6060767732167299317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=6060767732167299317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6060767732167299317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6060767732167299317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-2915409757366937279</id><published>2008-12-22T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:55:29.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>The white stuff has been piling on us for about a week now off and on!  This is the most snow I've seen in a couple years!!  I LOVE it!  Well, not the roads.  I really wish they could invent roads that repel snow.  Wouldn't that be nice??  As of right now I cannot see a single patch of, well, anything ground related when I look outside.  It's so pretty!  And the snow is falling straight down, not like a few days ago when it came at my porch at an angle.  I had to actually shovel my porch!!!  Right now, though, there isn't a single flake adorning my path from the door to the steps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-2915409757366937279?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/2915409757366937279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=2915409757366937279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/2915409757366937279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/2915409757366937279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-3706434680768602476</id><published>2008-12-22T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:50:00.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sass!!</title><content type='html'>Only 9 days late here!! Lol.  8 years old on December 13th...  My baby (well, big girl, but she'll always be my baby!) is growing up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep in mind we had just eaten lasagna for dinner, hence the red mustache, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/IMG_3526.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-3706434680768602476?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/3706434680768602476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=3706434680768602476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3706434680768602476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3706434680768602476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-sass.html' title='Happy Birthday Sass!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-3493885591775318482</id><published>2008-12-22T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:41:18.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fuss!!</title><content type='html'>Almost 2 months late!! Ack!!  Well, Miss Fuss celebrated her first birthday at the park on October 25th!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with her birthday cake and oh so stylish "bib" lol (hey, it kept her clothes &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of the way clean, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/IMG_2705.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-3493885591775318482?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/3493885591775318482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=3493885591775318482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3493885591775318482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3493885591775318482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-fuss.html' title='Happy Birthday Fuss!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-8048493216296204421</id><published>2008-12-22T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:30:38.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Some Pics of my Kids!!</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my blog today and realized it is bland.  The purple is pretty, yes, but it needs more!  Then I remembered that I promised you all a pic of Fuss in a Bum Genius so, here she is in a yellow BG One Size pocket diaper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/IMG_2485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And them some of them all for you aweing pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=_MG_2934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/_MG_2934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=_MG_2927.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/_MG_2927.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=_MG_2944.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/_MG_2944.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2693.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/IMG_2693.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another of Fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2658.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/IMG_2658.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-8048493216296204421?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/8048493216296204421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=8048493216296204421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/8048493216296204421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/8048493216296204421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-some-pics-of-my-kids.html' title='Finally! Some Pics of my Kids!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-6149231697231847216</id><published>2008-12-21T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:38:08.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm back with a new outlook!!</title><content type='html'>So, I was pretty down last time I posted anything, lol.  I probably made you all roll your eyes in annoyance at my 'pity-me' show.  Well, that is over and has been for a while!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on.  I still don't have a job and my financial situation is worse than the last time I posted, but that is trivial in comparison to what I've come to learn.  I made the concious and not so concious decision to be happy.  I was such a pessimist when I was with my ex.  I irritated myself at that time and I don't see how ex can stand being so down constantly!  Being away from the negativity he brought has shown me that there is a bright side to this life.  There is something to hope for.  There is something to work for and a reason to dream.  My current motto is "Things will work out eventually.  I just have to wait for eventually to get here."  and I've decided that I don't need to be the portrait of grief and despair.  I can choose to not think about a problem if the solution is out of my hands at the moment, and that is what I'm doing.  If you see me on the streets you wouldn't know that I'm dealing with anything tough at the moment because I've chosen happiness!  Now, don't get me wrong, I am not totally ignoring my problems.  They are obviously still there, alive and well just as my heart is beating in my chest.  However, it makes me miserable to dwell on them when I am unable to take care of them.  Who wants to make themselves miserable?  Not me.  So, I refuse to think about it until I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; do something about it.  When the solution is within my reach it isn't so depressing, thus sparing me the dull ache I felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a new me.  Happy, optimistic and annoyingly cheerful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-6149231697231847216?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/6149231697231847216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=6149231697231847216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6149231697231847216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6149231697231847216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-im-back-with-new-outlook.html' title='Well, I&apos;m back with a new outlook!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-4205138443041774644</id><published>2008-09-11T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:51:11.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Time....</title><content type='html'>I really am having a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel very alone and feel like things will never look up.  I don't see how on earth I can actually make things work right now.  I can't pay all of my bills and buy food &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; get haircuts, shoes, jeans, etc on the little bit the ex is giving me.  What's so different about today??  I see posts by others about their husbands, about buying houses, about moving forward in life and here I am... stuck...  Not able to move forward because I don't have the experience/equipment/talent I need to make a living on my own.  I don't regret being a sahm for those years, but now that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to work I can't.  I can't even get a job  doing work typically done by high school students after school or by recent high school graduates.  I don't know why...  I have as much, if not more, experience than them.  I have a more open schedule than them.  I just need to get out of this place.  I have neighbors that are making my life hell, the rest of the 'neighborhood' is junk.  People getting drunk and passing from home to home, children playing in the roads after dark with no adults in sight (and I'm talking 2-7 year olds, not that older than 7 is any better...)  And then there's the whole 'who wants to date a mother of 5' thing. Even if I knew how to meet people I'd drive them away with my family size.  So, I  am destined to be alone for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-4205138443041774644?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/4205138443041774644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=4205138443041774644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/4205138443041774644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/4205138443041774644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-time.html' title='Hard Time....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-3466505506094011459</id><published>2008-08-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:48:35.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorcing....</title><content type='html'>Yep, finally happening.  I'm getting a divorce.  So far, things have gone from bad, to ok, to worse, to civil between us.  We are discussing our divorce in a civil manner tonight.  The only problem to come up so far is who gets the lcd tv, lol.  I want it because it's mounted to the wall and the kids can't reach it.  He wants it because the old 27 in tube tv is horrible with the xbox and he can't connect a computer to it.  Either way, one of us will get it and a new one will be purchased later on for the one with the crt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another problem is the baby.  He wants me to have sole custody of the kids, but he wants to take her overnight at times.  That would be reasonable if she wasn't breastfed.  I'm fine with him taking her overnight once she is weaned, but that won't be until she is 18-24 months hopefully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really hope things go smoothly now that we have both come to terms with the divorce.  He's moving out this weekend (I think... I hope) and I need to find a part time job and (unfortunately) apply for financial aid to get us by until I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why my posts have been a rare sighting lately.  With all of the yuck that's gone on this summer I've been stressed and overwhelmed and haven't had much good to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-3466505506094011459?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/3466505506094011459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=3466505506094011459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3466505506094011459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3466505506094011459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/08/divorcing.html' title='Divorcing....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-1708192236642637495</id><published>2008-07-20T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:07:15.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roseola????  ACK!!!</title><content type='html'>So, baby is sick.  I've been fretting over her fever for a few days.  Then came the tummy troubles.  As of last night she has a pink rash all over her body!!!  Luckily her symptoms match that of Roseola, and from what I understand it's not serious, thank heavens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where on earth would a baby who is rarely away from her mother, who's older syblings aren't in any kind of child care, and is pretty much never touched by people I don't know GET this????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how she got it doesn't matter I guess, what matters is that she's almost over it (I hope!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-1708192236642637495?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/1708192236642637495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=1708192236642637495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/1708192236642637495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/1708192236642637495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/07/roseola-ack.html' title='Roseola????  ACK!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-6986284624735686186</id><published>2008-06-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:12:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Grandpa</title><content type='html'>This morning my grandpa left this earth and entered the arms of my grandma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom visited him recently and she said that he didn't acknowledge her, but he was reaching for something behind her.  There was nothing there.  She said that when he was reaching for the door he was almost sitting up trying to grasp what he could see.  Last night, a resident of the home he was in was visiting with her granddaughter.  She told her granddaughter to 'tell [grandpa] it's time to go home'.  She did and shortly after he passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was feisty to the end, lol.  My mom said that one of the nurses there told her a story about him.  It was time to do something (I want to say eat dinner but I wasn't listening all the way... still trying to absorb the information I had just been given).  Well, Grandpa didn't want to.  He argued and refused and, finally, said "ok" and held out his arms for help getting into his wheelchair.  When the nurse came over to help him out of bed Grandpa, instead of holding on, popped him between the eyes with his fist.  The nurse thought it was funny and was laughing as he told her the story.  He said it didn't hurt, just startled him a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, you will be missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;By His counsels guide, uphold you,&lt;br /&gt;With His sheep securely fold you;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;Neath His wings protecting hide you;&lt;br /&gt;Daily manna still provide you;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;With the oil of joy anoint you;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred ministries appoint you;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;When life’s perils thick confound you;&lt;br /&gt;Put His arms unfailing round you;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;Of His promises remind you;&lt;br /&gt;For life’s upper garner bind you;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;Sicknesses and sorrows taking,&lt;br /&gt;Never leaving or forsaking;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,&lt;br /&gt;Strike death’s threatening wave before you;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;Ended when for you earth’s story,&lt;br /&gt;Israel’s chariot sweep to glory;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, till we meet,&lt;br /&gt;God be with you till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words: Jer­e­mi­ah E. Rank­in, Music: Will­iam G. Tom­er, com­piled by Rank­in, J. W. Bisch­off, Otis Presb­rey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-6986284624735686186?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/6986284624735686186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=6986284624735686186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6986284624735686186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6986284624735686186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-grandpa.html' title='Goodbye Grandpa'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-4641479618605498650</id><published>2008-05-25T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:59:59.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Spits is 7 months old...</title><content type='html'>Now, congratulate me for posting this ON the day she turned 7 months!!!  Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-4641479618605498650?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/4641479618605498650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=4641479618605498650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/4641479618605498650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/4641479618605498650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/miss-spits-is-7-months-old.html' title='Miss Spits is 7 months old...'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-1867808193880255178</id><published>2008-05-25T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:43:22.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE SITS!!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day Miss Spits reached a milestone!!  We woke up in the morning and I sat in bed playing with her toes, and her tummy and those cute little dimply cheeks on that smiling little face when I thought "Hmm, what would happen if I sat her up"... SHE SAT!!!  For a good 2 minutes!!  I put a toy between her feet and she grabbed for it and just sat there playing with it!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bittersweet....  My baby's growing up!!  Just 7 months ago I was getting ready for an appointment with my midwife (which led to rushing to the hospital to have her forcibly evicted, lol)  Now she's sitting, eating solids (sometimes) and she'll pull her knees under her!!  I remember when Scooty (see &lt;a href="http://rambleonmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss V's blog&lt;/a&gt;) was born... He's a big boy now!!!  Baby's get too big too fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-1867808193880255178?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/1867808193880255178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=1867808193880255178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/1867808193880255178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/1867808193880255178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-sits.html' title='SHE SITS!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-97859406501921600</id><published>2008-05-25T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:35:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone even READ this blog??</title><content type='html'>ROFL!!!  Well, even if it's just me and my best friend that's enough!! Lol.  I suck at journaling so I figure this is just as good!!!  Lol.  Now, let's just hope that blogger's servers are still up and running when my grandchildren try to learn about where their insanity (and genius if I do say so myself) comes from, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're reading!!  Let me know you're there!!!  Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-97859406501921600?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/97859406501921600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=97859406501921600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/97859406501921600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/97859406501921600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/does-anyone-even-read-this-blog.html' title='Does anyone even READ this blog??'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5451052362172982312</id><published>2008-05-25T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:32:52.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!!!</title><content type='html'>18 1/2 hours until my Honey comes home!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to be knocked over by some weirdo wearing a baby and 4 children (2 of whom will likely chew through their stroller straps to attack you at the gate) running at you at first sight!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5451052362172982312?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5451052362172982312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5451052362172982312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5451052362172982312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5451052362172982312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown_25.html' title='Countdown!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-7167482261896211661</id><published>2008-05-25T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:30:21.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute 2 year old'/><title type='text'>Cute 2 year old stuff for your awwing pleasure!!!</title><content type='html'>I just love my little Kiddo!! He is just the cutest little thing!!  Here is some stuff that he has said over the last couple days, mostly today (today meaning Saturday since I have not yet gone to bed, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said to me as I lay in bed trying to wake up "Momma, wate up Momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I put my back into scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, he comes along and rubs my back saying, "Momma, you pree Momma.  Me wuv you Momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I do dishes, him with a really adamant tone to his voice, almost scolding like, "Momma, me wuv you.  You wuv me too Momma.  You pree Momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this gem.... said after something he was playing with hit his chest "Momma, mine boobie hurts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, there are times when I will be in the worst mood and just hearing him say I'm "pree" (pretty)or that he "wuvs" me can turn my day around and put the biggest, fattest smile on my face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-7167482261896211661?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/7167482261896211661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=7167482261896211661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7167482261896211661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7167482261896211661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/cute-2-year-old-stuff-for-your-awwing.html' title='Cute 2 year old stuff for your awwing pleasure!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-2090529919031302288</id><published>2008-05-22T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:02:13.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>3 DAYS UNTIL DA COMES HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy sweetie!! I can't wait for you to get back here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-2090529919031302288?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/2090529919031302288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=2090529919031302288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/2090529919031302288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/2090529919031302288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown_22.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5475090193028237980</id><published>2008-05-22T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:00:19.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats, Chickens and Kittens!! Oh my!!!</title><content type='html'>I am now admitting to a skill I have.  A little known skill that I haven't used in years, but will be using this weekend!!  Here goes... I can milk goats!!  Yep, that's right.  I have a little bit of farm girl in me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from my homeschool group posted on the homeschool forum that she needed someone to come milk her goats and gather eggs and just take care of the animals while she's camping with her family this weekend.  I replied, as well as several others, but I was the only one who has milked before.  So, needless to say I was chosen to be the stand in milker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to it!!  I met the goats last night and, oh, are they cute!!!  I also saw the chickens!!  That was awesome!  And then, of course, I stayed and chatted for a bit, as is my nature. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the kittens?  Well, while we were in the barn meeting the goats her 7 year old son brought in a couple cute little kittens!!  So fluffy and soft!!!  Kinda makes me want another one...  Kitten, that is!! lol.  But then I think... They scratch, they poop in the house and they shed.  No thanks!!!  The 1 cat we have is too much for me as it is, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5475090193028237980?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5475090193028237980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5475090193028237980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5475090193028237980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5475090193028237980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/goats-chickens-and-kittens-oh-my.html' title='Goats, Chickens and Kittens!! Oh my!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-479112978285959334</id><published>2008-05-10T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:16:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have come to a conclusion!!!</title><content type='html'>My walls are boring!  My house is bland!!  My house looks like 5 kids live here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to redo my walls.  My living room and bedroom walls at least.  I'll be using brown paper in there.  Hehe, you're thinking "And I thought WHITE was boring!!"  Actually, a good friend of mine did her walls like this and they turned out beautifully!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, really...  I'm just trying to finally move.  I don't want to live here anymore.  So, why am I doing the walls??  Well, I figure if I fix it up and make it look nice then we'll end up moving.  Pregnancy didn't work so I need to find something different, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the "pregnancy didn't work" thing is only funny if you know the history, lol.  When I was pregnant with Sass, I moved.  When I was pregnant with Queeny, I moved.  When I was pregnant with Bud I moved.  When I was pregnant with Kiddo... that's right... I moved.  Well, I got pregnant with Spitsy and was almost certain we would be moving!!  We started looking at houses and everything!!  Here we are, still, 6 months after Spitsy came along.  She broke the pattern.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I do something nice for this place murphy's law states that we'll HAVE to move!!  Hopefully when we do it will be to a nicer house with a bigger yard and a master suite faaaaar away from the kids' rooms!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-479112978285959334?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/479112978285959334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=479112978285959334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/479112978285959334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/479112978285959334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-come-to-conclusion.html' title='I have come to a conclusion!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5564669576407665405</id><published>2008-05-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:56:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt; days until Da comes home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry home honey!!!  My turn for a vacation now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5564669576407665405?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5564669576407665405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5564669576407665405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5564669576407665405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5564669576407665405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-6458696879207594218</id><published>2008-05-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:55:16.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of being lazy...</title><content type='html'>I have learned that lazy can be nice!!  Lol.  In a grave effort to not lose my mind due to mass amounts of noise and chaos I broke the "We don't watch tv" thing and showed my 7 year old how to use the On Demand feature to watch kids shows!! Lol.  Now, the child who couldn't get enough books just a week ago begs to watch Angelina Ballerina and Miss Spider and my 2 year old yells "Yay! Trains!" when he hears the opening music for Thomas and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, this would have bothered me.  Not now.  Now, those little animated life savers are keeping my hellion of a 4 year old occupied while I sit down and catch my breath or lay down to get Spitsy to sleep or, heck, close my own eyes for a minute!!!  It doesn't last long, but it lasts long enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sprout and Noggin for taking care of my kids while I take a break once in a while!!!!  (ok, quite often lately... they have a lot to catch up on!! lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-6458696879207594218?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/6458696879207594218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=6458696879207594218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6458696879207594218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6458696879207594218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/05/joy-of-being-lazy.html' title='The joy of being lazy...'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-7023869597972096373</id><published>2008-04-29T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:58:04.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff sniff* Spitsy is 6 mo old!</title><content type='html'>This is a few days late as well (I'm good at this whole on time thing, lol).  Miss Spits turned 6 months old on the 25th.  :(  She's not a tiny baby anymore!!  I swear mine are all defective.. I keep asking for a baby that doesn't grow up!  Well, looks like this one's going to get bigger just like the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-7023869597972096373?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/7023869597972096373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=7023869597972096373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7023869597972096373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7023869597972096373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/sniff-sniff-spitsy-is-6-mo-old.html' title='*sniff sniff* Spitsy is 6 mo old!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-7740494106847055539</id><published>2008-04-29T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:55:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the funnest thing about new bike helmets??</title><content type='html'>Riding around the neighborhood showing them off? no.  Of course not!  It's straddling the arm of the couch with them on pretending to ride around the neighborhood!!  Well, that's not the funnest thing, but my boys haven't tried whacking eachother in the head with them on.  I'll know when they do though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*Whack*.. hehe!! *whack* Hehe!  That doesn't hurt! *whack* hehe!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-7740494106847055539?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/7740494106847055539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=7740494106847055539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7740494106847055539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/7740494106847055539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-funnest-thing-about-new-bike.html' title='What&apos;s the funnest thing about new bike helmets??'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-8301481725863070877</id><published>2008-04-26T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:41:29.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mith Thath can't thay her eth thounds....</title><content type='html'>Because she lost her second front tooth!!! Lol.  She now has a rather large gap on top and a smaller gap on bottom... she looks like a mini hockey player, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-8301481725863070877?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/8301481725863070877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=8301481725863070877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/8301481725863070877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/8301481725863070877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/mith-thath-cant-thay-her-eth-thounds.html' title='Mith Thath can&apos;t thay her eth thounds....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-2777279452316757219</id><published>2008-04-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:54:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost it....</title><content type='html'>Today was shopping day.  Hubby got paid today (Thursday)so I figured I would knock out all shopping in one day.  BIIIIG mistake!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left about 2:30 pm and went to Costco... that wasn't too bad, although the boys poked at muffins and the girls were touching EVERYTHING!!!  Looking back now, though, that was pretty good!!!!  Next was Target.  While we were in the parking lot Queeny started dancing around and crying and told me she had an accident... UGH!!!  So, we rushed in, grabbed a pair of pants, a top and a pack of unders, paid for them then ran into the bathroom to change.. After that we grabbed some stuff we needed (I think... I can't remember most of it!!  It's a blur!!!) then made the trek to toys for Queeny's gifts from kids.  Wow... There's no way I'm taking 5 kids there again!!!  It could have been worse but Spitsy was sleepy in the Snugli the whole time.  We stopped by the thrift shop and dropped off a couple bags to donate then I (stupidly) thought it would be a good idea to surf the racks for nice clothes.  We found some cute dresses for the girls, a cute overall and onesie set for Spitsy, a cute top for either Sass or Queeny (whoever it fits, lol) and Sass got some Babysitter's Little Sisters books.  So, thinking.. their tired, there's no way they'll be out of control at Walmart we headed on over there.  Let's just say by the end of the day a couple of moms who got away from their kids for the night helped me get kids in the van and loaded my purchases up in the back.... I envy them... They got away!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.. I'm NOT leaving the house until hubby gets back in a little over 4 weeks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-2777279452316757219?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/2777279452316757219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=2777279452316757219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/2777279452316757219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/2777279452316757219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-lost-it.html' title='I&apos;ve lost it....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5121905928421993304</id><published>2008-04-24T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:44:37.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Miss Drama Queen!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm posting this a couple days late.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queeny is 6 years old as of Wednesday!!! *sniff sniff* My babies are growing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5121905928421993304?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5121905928421993304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5121905928421993304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5121905928421993304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5121905928421993304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-miss-drama-queen.html' title='Happy Birthday Miss Drama Queen!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5996869481963850830</id><published>2008-04-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:07:55.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pig!!!</title><content type='html'>My kids have recently discovered the wonders of Charlotte's Web... remeber that story from when we were kids??  Oh, and the cartoon... I have fond memories of singing along to "Chin up, chin up, everybody loves a smiling face...."  Now, what was it that drew the crowd the second time??  The message??  Radiant.. that's right.  Buddy likes that one.  It must be his favorite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, little miss Drama Queen came up to me with a lampshade on her head.  She asked me "Mommy, what do I look like?"  The correct response.. "Why, a village princess sweetie"  Now, where that came from, no clue, but she insists that's what a lampshade on the head means... I think I need to talk to the dr about her, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, While, the correct response was village princess, Buddy had a different opinion... in response to "Mommy, what do I look like?" he chimed in "Some radiant pig!!!"  Where a 4 year old comes up with a reply like that.... no clue... all though I'm sure hubby would have said something along those lines, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a little butt living amongst my monsters, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5996869481963850830?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5996869481963850830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5996869481963850830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5996869481963850830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5996869481963850830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-pig.html' title='Some Pig!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-3258443305263212722</id><published>2008-04-12T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:23:45.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't 2 year olds Fun?</title><content type='html'>You know that horrible, terrible thing all mothers must do once in a while?  Laundry??  Well, I had to do that yesterday (and because I dawdled I am finishing it today).  Kiddo likes to help.  He'll pick things up out of the basket and hand it to me, only to turn around and pick up another article of clothing before I had a chance to fold the one he gave me not 2 seconds earlier.  Within a couple minutes I have piles of clothes anywhere but in the basket and none of them folded, lol.  If you've ever had a 2 year old I'm sure you're nodding in agreement right now!!  lol.  Well, Kiddo is also rather observant and, cute little thing, listens to every word you say!!  He also is knows what is being spoken about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, laundry.. observant 2 yr old, where is this heading??  Must be just a rambling post.  No, I have a point, I just want to bore you before you burst out laughing!! lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you are prude and believe that children should be raised in a box, and led to believe that body parts should never be mentioned in any matter and that we should all act as if nothing between the feet and head exist then read no further... I talk about boobs!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now on to the boobs.  So, Kiddo was helping me with laundry, he is observant and can apply words to their meanings.... He pulled out one of my bras and said "Momma!!  Booby!!"  ROFL!!!  Now, I decided that hubby HAD to know what he said so I walked over to him and told him... when I turned back around Kiddo was pulling at his shirt right over his chest saying "Booby!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist such a cute little thing??  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-3258443305263212722?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/3258443305263212722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=3258443305263212722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3258443305263212722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/3258443305263212722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/arent-2-year-olds-fun.html' title='Aren&apos;t 2 year olds Fun?'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-1496588492634460759</id><published>2008-04-10T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:05:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAVE!!! Bum Genius 3.0 One Size Pocket Diapers!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/?action=view&amp;current=bumGenius-3_0-open-annotated-400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/KariST/bumGenius-3_0-open-annotated-400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to admit... paper diapers suck!!!  No one likes changing diapers!!!  If you do then there is help for you I'm sure.... Anyway, I was sick of the blowouts, sick of the leaking diapers, sick of the stink of paper diapers.  Well, after an incident with the sposies Spitsy was in as a newborn I decided to take the leap and get cloth diapers!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little backgroud... I had been wanting to cd for a while.  Since Buddy was a baby, actually, but just wasn't able to afford the  nice diapers.  I tried making them, but that failed so I settled and went back to sposies.  All of my younger 3 have been in cloth at some point.  We tried prefolds with Kiddo (the Gerber ones from Target... great burpies... horrible diapers!!!) but hated them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year with the tax refund (how awesome is it that I get a nice sized check every year??) I decided that we were making the switch.  I was eyeing the Bum Genius 3.0 one size pocket diapers for a month or so while waiting for the money.  The second I noticed it in the bank I ordered them!!!  6 of each color except blue!!  Within a week I found them sitting on my porch!!!  Oh happy happy me!!!  Let me tell you, we will NOT go back!!  $406, and SOOO worth it!!!  We haven't had a single blow out, they don't stink as bad and washing them isn't all that bad!!!  I prefer washing diapers over changing nasty sposies anyday!!  Oh, and don't worry about the 'poop in the washer' issue.... I wash and BLEACH rags after each diaper load, lol (yes, that's for you and you know who you are!!!).  I'll have to post a pic of Spitsy in one of her nice little dipes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-1496588492634460759?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/1496588492634460759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=1496588492634460759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/1496588492634460759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/1496588492634460759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/rave-bum-genius-30-one-size-pocket.html' title='RAVE!!! Bum Genius 3.0 One Size Pocket Diapers!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5731666751879690179</id><published>2008-04-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:35:19.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh... A trip to Mexico....</title><content type='html'>Doesn't this sound nice??  Staying in a 4 star (or is it 5 star?) hotel, sun, no cleaning or cooking to do, work out whenever you want, swim when you want, Go to clubs, watch movies (yes, in english, lol) for 6 weeks with no kids???  Ah, I can just imagine it.... but, unfortunately, it's not me going!!  Hubby is going without me!!!  Yes, he's running off to Mexico.  Now, before you accuse him of being a deadbeat jerk I must explain.  Well, I'll give you a minute to entertain those thoughts for a moment... Hmm, hmm, lalala, doo dee doo.. Ok,He's going on a business trip!  He'll be gone for roughly 6 weeks.  He's talking about needing gym shorts for when he doesn't have anything better to do and decides to head down to the hotel gym!!!  Just for that I'm considering making him let me do the Gold's Gym no down $20 a month deal.  I need to get fat butt in shape... not the round shape it is now, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to hubby.  He was notified last week that the office in Mexico was so impressed with the work he did there back in August that they want him to go back and do it again.  Last time he was there he went to clubs, went to a festival of some sort (like an independence day thing I guess) watched movies at the homes of some of the other employees.  He says it's nice there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will be a single mother for about 6 wks.  Luckily the difference here will be I won't have to work to support myself... his checks will still be direct deposited into my checking account to do with as I please *insert evil laugh here*.  I'm thinking a second car, redecorate the whole house with designer furniture and stainless steel appliances... I would upgrade my computer but the geek in him would feel cheated on, lol.  Ooh, I know what I could do!!!  I'll blow it all on a NICE lens for my camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I forgot.  We kinda need stuff like electricity and gas... Well, there go my plans, lol.  I guess I'll feed my kids instead of buy myself toys, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5731666751879690179?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5731666751879690179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5731666751879690179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5731666751879690179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5731666751879690179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhhh-trip-to-mexico.html' title='Ahhhhh... A trip to Mexico....'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-6979836587857074436</id><published>2008-04-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:21:40.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy in a bottle!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, what's better at getting you going and feeling great than big bag of peanut butter cups a caffeine laden carbonated beverage??  Ok, I'm sure there are plenty of things, but none of then taste as good, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily go through a jumbo bag of individually wrapped Reeses pb cups and a 2 liter bottle of Dr Pepper in a day.  Hmm, maybe that's why I wear a size 13 jean and L/XL top, lol.  I just don't have the energy to do anything but sit on my butt and watch the kids trash the house otherwise, lol. Speaking of which, I should probably get up and clean something while the house is calm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-6979836587857074436?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/6979836587857074436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=6979836587857074436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6979836587857074436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/6979836587857074436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/energy-in-bottle.html' title='Energy in a bottle!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659020170142123034.post-5223327166384872577</id><published>2008-04-10T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:19:29.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My adventures in motherhood!</title><content type='html'>Here, get to know me a bit!!  First of all... YES!!  I know how this happens!!  I wouldn't have so many if I didn't at least like it a little, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that that's out of the way I'll go on with a little about me.  I met my husband senior year of high school.  We were both barely 18 when we got engaged.  Not long after that we discovered how fertile we are, lol.  Baby number one was on the way by the end of senior year!!  Well, number 2 wasn't far behind.  16 months later my little girl became a big sister!  22 months later little sister became a big sister too!  This time to a brother.  Well, 2 girls, one boy... gotta even this out.... At 18 months old little brother got his little brother... All is well, right?  No!  Apperently a little girl was still waiting to come to our family.  She arrived when baby brother was 27 months old.  She is now 5 months old and very much loved!  Her brothers and her sisters just adore her!!!  I couldn't ask for better kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why the size of my family makes me not so sane... Now for the rest, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also... get this.... HOMESCHOOL!!!! Oh, the horror, lol.  Do I ever get a moment to myself?? No.  Do I ever get to get my hair done?  Only if I run from the house before hubby catches wind of my plans to leave him with the kids for a little bit.  Do I ever get to spend time with friends?  Sometimes.... the ones who don't mind a bunch of little people bouncing all over them as I sit dazed on the couch in sweats and a t-shirt with my hair pulled up into a sloppy ponytail... lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.. I love it!!!  I can't imagine spending the day without my kids.  I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't had any of them.  I get overwhelmed at times, yes, but who doesn't?  There are times that make it all worth while.  My kids hugging and kissing me and saying "I love you mommy!" out of the blue.  Watching my kids as they *get* it when I teach them.  I would feel as if I were missing out on so much if I sent them to school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late.  I spent the last couple hours looking for a cute template for this blog (In't it cute?!? and so me!) and ended up with a sleeping baby on my lap.  I better get her, and myself, to bed.  Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659020170142123034-5223327166384872577?l=possibly-insane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/feeds/5223327166384872577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659020170142123034&amp;postID=5223327166384872577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5223327166384872577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659020170142123034/posts/default/5223327166384872577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possibly-insane.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-adventures-in-motherhood.html' title='My adventures in motherhood!'/><author><name>Kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
