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term='teens'/><category term='snow'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='leaves'/><title type='text'>The oddly normal life of Clorie</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about my life, which is never even close to what I think normal might be!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6648607686616250081</id><published>2012-02-17T21:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:01:15.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome customers'/><title type='text'>48 happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a crazy day. Other waitress called in....and for some crazy reason the boss had short staffed us even if she had come in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I ran my butt off....went home two hours and went back to run my butt off some more. My car club group came in, and they brought me a cake, and sang happy birthday to me. It was super sweet, and totally unexpected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So ill say it again I've said it before...I have awesome customers. I also got super busy for dinner rush, and made some pretty good bank! Happy birthday to me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IgDjunTTnc0/Tz8wmDQERnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5Mm1gvptxVU/IMG_0071.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6648607686616250081?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6648607686616250081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/48-happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6648607686616250081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6648607686616250081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/48-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='48 happy birthday to me'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IgDjunTTnc0/Tz8wmDQERnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5Mm1gvptxVU/s72-c/IMG_0071.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8087396061996574749</id><published>2012-02-17T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T13:18:57.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ross for less'/><title type='text'>47 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oddly enough I didn't take even one photo today...and its actually tomorrow when I'm posting this blog, so I can't just take one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This week is going by pretty quickly. Took the kids to Exchange some pants....found some goodies at ROSS got the little 2 each new back packs. Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Destiny has a bladder infection. Poor girl. Those really suck. Other than that it was an uneventfull Thursday... Tomorrow is my birthday. Woo.hoo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8087396061996574749?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8087396061996574749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/47-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8087396061996574749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8087396061996574749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/47-days.html' title='47 days'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6610082185049628045</id><published>2012-02-15T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T20:37:41.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painted nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child labor'/><title type='text'>46-fresh smelling dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a good day. Miss Hannah went to work with me. I had her fill all my shakers, and sugars... We also got all her fundraiser candy bars sold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was also pay day. Always a good day. I took my dogs tonne bathed...because, in the words of destiny, they smelled "like vagina".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it. My fun filled Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-v2aDHMZDjUc/TzyIEu86nWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/k8TIly-184Q/IMG_0066.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6610082185049628045?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6610082185049628045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/46-fresh-smelling-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6610082185049628045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6610082185049628045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/46-fresh-smelling-dogs.html' title='46-fresh smelling dogs'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-v2aDHMZDjUc/TzyIEu86nWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/k8TIly-184Q/s72-c/IMG_0066.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-173497402515164239</id><published>2012-02-14T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:14:36.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kohls save money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mechanic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipt'/><title type='text'>45 valentines day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked and when I got home...hubby went to work. So I didn't get to see him....but I am pmsy and when I'm that way....he's usually on my nerves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did save a butt ton on new boots for him. Originally 90.00 dollars on clearance for 27....subtract my 20% off coupon....and then I used my 10 dollar "birthday gift" so after tax, I paid just under 15 dollars for 90 dollar boots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and that crazy noise the vans been making? Needed power steering fluid. Yep. Took it to the shop for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a productive day. Got boots. Cleaned the unbroken van, cooked a Yummy dinner, and the house while not clean....is still standing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nGZMFAGITt0/Tzs_OqZk5uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SERCeQI7qLM/IMG_0064.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-173497402515164239?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/173497402515164239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/45-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/173497402515164239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/173497402515164239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/45-valentines-day.html' title='45 valentines day.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nGZMFAGITt0/Tzs_OqZk5uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SERCeQI7qLM/s72-c/IMG_0064.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8068493832937685757</id><published>2012-02-14T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T05:47:36.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>44 snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday. Back to work. Back to school....and snow! It's not going to.last long but it sure is pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The little kids spent at least an hour playing at a nearby hill with make shift sleds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I got my garage door fixed. Finally. It's nice to open and close it again. Now maybe we can get it cleaned up....and park in it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PJXPOmWc93I/Tzpl9shD1II/AAAAAAAAAWw/dqfude1Tz9k/IMG_0061.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8068493832937685757?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8068493832937685757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/44-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8068493832937685757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8068493832937685757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/44-snow.html' title='44 snow!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PJXPOmWc93I/Tzpl9shD1II/AAAAAAAAAWw/dqfude1Tz9k/s72-c/IMG_0061.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7986301656445492974</id><published>2012-02-13T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T13:27:15.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>43 not a taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; So my second and final day off....I wanted to spend, well OFF. So Tim took the van to work. Leaving me carless and unable to be a taxi. Shucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I made an awesome supper, and got the house cleaned up. All in all it was a lovely day(s) off. I enjoyed myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6PoUHIT7NYw/TzmAMclpLBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Jja5bW7KGWA/IMG_0060.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7986301656445492974?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7986301656445492974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/43-not-taxi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7986301656445492974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7986301656445492974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/43-not-taxi.html' title='43 not a taxi'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6PoUHIT7NYw/TzmAMclpLBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Jja5bW7KGWA/s72-c/IMG_0060.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7695907930251262291</id><published>2012-02-13T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T13:22:13.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genghis grill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids getting along'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>42 genghis grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So damn good. My kids even get along while there. Got a 5 dollar off coupon. As if I needed another reason to return!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PQ9cIjSK2YU/Tzl-81hiTHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JPaHi-REkg0/IMG_0051.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bdKfkECqKt8/Tzl-_w156hI/AAAAAAAAAWg/blyN2ryka68/IMG_0055.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7695907930251262291?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7695907930251262291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/42-genghis-grill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7695907930251262291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7695907930251262291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/42-genghis-grill.html' title='42 genghis grill'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PQ9cIjSK2YU/Tzl-81hiTHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JPaHi-REkg0/s72-c/IMG_0051.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-5793054915362321674</id><published>2012-02-10T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:33:48.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>41 lost in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; Took Hannah to the store....seen Valentine balloons and thought I would get my sexy Valentine one. Running from store to car the string came lose and it flew away....into a tree, too high for me to reach. So for 5 bucks I showed my hubby a picture of the balloon I got him. It's the thought that counts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Two days off baby!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-O6ENRHlljuo/TzX9ulKu_BI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R9jvhbg_54I/IMG_0046.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-5793054915362321674?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5793054915362321674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/41-lost-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5793054915362321674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5793054915362321674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/41-lost-in-love.html' title='41 lost in love'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-O6ENRHlljuo/TzX9ulKu_BI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R9jvhbg_54I/s72-c/IMG_0046.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6740527844735567636</id><published>2012-02-10T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:47:59.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40-birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went to this new place ghenghas. It's a mongolian place. A set up salad bar type spot where you pick your raw meats/veggies spices and sauce....then they prepare it all on this large round flat grill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was AWESOME. The kids even.loved it! I found a new place to sneak off on lunch dates with my husband! Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aUMQ1v6NhrI/TzWQja303NI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NYdZ8SvGIGY/IMG_0043.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6740527844735567636?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6740527844735567636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/40-birthday-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6740527844735567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6740527844735567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/40-birthday-dinner.html' title='40-birthday dinner'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aUMQ1v6NhrI/TzWQja303NI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NYdZ8SvGIGY/s72-c/IMG_0043.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-5434921865534352721</id><published>2012-02-09T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:33:54.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>39- 2 more straight on my 13 day run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At work that is. Today sucked. Work was slammed. I was.grumpy. full moon I guess... Then having an.ok night at home I get a bitchy text (complete with photo) from my boss. No better way to end a freaking fantastic day. I cannot wait for my weekend off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7e6U6VwE4H4/TzPShx7OD7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/r2DjPMe-RpA/IMG_0039.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-5434921865534352721?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5434921865534352721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/39-2-more-straight-on-my-13-day-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5434921865534352721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5434921865534352721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/39-2-more-straight-on-my-13-day-run.html' title='39- 2 more straight on my 13 day run'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7e6U6VwE4H4/TzPShx7OD7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/r2DjPMe-RpA/s72-c/IMG_0039.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8747829472711205893</id><published>2012-02-07T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:34:40.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>38-right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tax refund is in. Time to pay off all of the credit card bills! So much fun. I realized the ear plugs that let me sleep through my husbands shores...are giving me ear aches. So last night I left them out....I'm tired today. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XonzW3b4bhA/TzH7XuP4R8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/X2bMiifO_yM/IMG_0038.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8747829472711205893?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8747829472711205893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/38-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8747829472711205893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8747829472711205893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/38-right.html' title='38-right?'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XonzW3b4bhA/TzH7XuP4R8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/X2bMiifO_yM/s72-c/IMG_0038.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-5024075165066638891</id><published>2012-02-06T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:05:38.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Braces are off! 5000 or so dollars well spent I suppose. Or not. Now she's so pretty I need a bigger stick to beat boys off with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a good good day. Everyone got along with everyone today. Even Tim. Days like today I live for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went shopping with my mom. Made a dinner no one complained about. Work was slow but no drama. Good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RKD-Dfjp5WE/TzCVAEP5MdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nqZ5NZMhQHk/IMG_0034.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-5024075165066638891?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5024075165066638891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5024075165066638891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5024075165066638891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/37.html' title='37'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RKD-Dfjp5WE/TzCVAEP5MdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nqZ5NZMhQHk/s72-c/IMG_0034.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8558894738999404772</id><published>2012-02-05T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:33:56.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 of 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I was reminded of why I love my job. It's my awesome customers. This regular weekend man was in eating lunch. I had just had several tables leave, and was the only one in the store...this customer...cleaned off all 5 if my dirty tables while I cooked a carry out order and his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How awesome is that!? I'm lucky to be blessed in life with the people around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top it all off with the kids cleaning house while I was gone to work..and getting along. I know right. I thought I was dreaming too! Even pinched myself. It's all real. I'm a lucky lady!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oUhm64dhO44/Ty9YM9SiW5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WgEo2MkcJbI/IMG_0025.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8558894738999404772?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8558894738999404772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/36-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8558894738999404772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8558894738999404772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/36-of-365.html' title='36 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oUhm64dhO44/Ty9YM9SiW5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WgEo2MkcJbI/s72-c/IMG_0025.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8900991515803368648</id><published>2012-02-04T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:07:33.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 of 365 annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently I am annoying at work... That's where being a loyal hard working employee gets you I suppose. How annoying it must be to know you can count on me showing up for a scheduled shift. Even more so knowing if you ask me to come in on my day off, to stay late, or work 13 days in a row I will do it....with only mild complaining. How dare I be so damn annoying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It must have been so annoying to watch me fold all those damn boxes, make those orders and wait on those tables. I will try to be less annoying in the future. I have next weekend off. You have honestly NO idea how I cannot wait for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-u3kax5DUlL0/TzQZc7A1rSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0NF85JoTD9E/IMG_0022.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8900991515803368648?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8900991515803368648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/35-of-365-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8900991515803368648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8900991515803368648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/35-of-365-annoying.html' title='35 of 365 annoying'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-u3kax5DUlL0/TzQZc7A1rSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0NF85JoTD9E/s72-c/IMG_0022.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-9000618695698529713</id><published>2012-02-03T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:06:39.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 of 365 self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Self pity: the only other waitress besides me...was no call/show today I'm praying she has a good reason, and shows up. Otherwise I'm the only server, again. That and I really liked working with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Self portrait: talking to the guys at work tonight... My camera somehow came on and I took this lovely photo of myself... Dennis almost died laughing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had parent teacher con. For the littles today. Both are doing well. I already knew....but its good to hear regardless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today has felt like 3 days long, but other than that. It was interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nCW-tTcWB00/Tyy8ZU4ENXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9Tebi9odHyU/IMG_0018.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-9000618695698529713?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/9000618695698529713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/34-of-365-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9000618695698529713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9000618695698529713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/34-of-365-self.html' title='34 of 365 self'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nCW-tTcWB00/Tyy8ZU4ENXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9Tebi9odHyU/s72-c/IMG_0018.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3254758893479468540</id><published>2012-02-03T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:06:25.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 of 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not always gross when I cook. Homemade cheese sticks were a hit. Tim didn't even get to try one! Oh and he's back to work at Monte ne. Thank goodness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QndES07RKFI/TyxkrtkQziI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bvphyVKLev0/IMG_0014.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3254758893479468540?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3254758893479468540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/34-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3254758893479468540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3254758893479468540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/34-of-365.html' title='33 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QndES07RKFI/TyxkrtkQziI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bvphyVKLev0/s72-c/IMG_0014.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4496949779137438277</id><published>2012-02-01T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:28:11.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 of 365-it never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It just doesn't. Certain chores. You do them, and normally, before you've even finished there's more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dishes. As soon as you've washed the last cup. Someone needs a drink. Cat box. Get that last clump of litter out, someone's gotta poop. Laundry, once you have that last load in the dryer....someone has to go to bed...which involves removing clothing. I guess that's why chores are considered, chores, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QNdghGrQlKs/TyoCw5XYAtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/nwiCrhcBkFA/IMG_0012.JPG' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4496949779137438277?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4496949779137438277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/32-of-365-it-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4496949779137438277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4496949779137438277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/32-of-365-it-never-ends.html' title='32 of 365-it never ends'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QNdghGrQlKs/TyoCw5XYAtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/nwiCrhcBkFA/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6749205031163393788</id><published>2012-02-01T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:06:21.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 of 360- meal time=family time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing to cook in the house. Was hoping, since promise has proven she can chew...we could to out for tims birthday meal....of cours one kid kept going on and on about it....then got attitude ( not one of the teens either BTW) so I said forget it....remembering several dining experiences with my kids on tude days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll go get something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess normally this means fast food....since everyone started belting out an order or 2 or making establishment suggestions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I went to Walmart. Got stuff to uh, cook, at home. Broccoli cheese soup, grilled ham sandwiches, and pickles. #1 comes out when she sees I'm home....expecting still a bag of.already made fast.food....taco bell was on her wish list....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"oh. Your cooking....GROSS" said in the nicest way possible I am sure. Makes you feel really appreciated. Guess what family.will NOT have take out food this month?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the 35 dollars I would have spent on ONE.FAST.FOOD.MEAL.&amp;#160; to feed my family. I got: soup mix, enough left over over today for.my lunch. Ham also some left. Provolone cheese, still lots.left. loaf of bread-half loaf still remains. Big jar.of.pickles. angel.food cake to bake with strawberries and whipped cream. Oh and 4 cute Orange cups. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I just can't win.oh and I broke my crock pot insert. Hip-hiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-u3v-m1e54NM/Tym3XH5XPZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vfDiZtew1_g/IMG_0008.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6749205031163393788?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6749205031163393788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/31-of-360-meal-timefamily-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6749205031163393788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6749205031163393788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/31-of-360-meal-timefamily-time.html' title='31 of 360- meal time=family time'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-u3v-m1e54NM/Tym3XH5XPZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vfDiZtew1_g/s72-c/IMG_0008.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1002243023153891578</id><published>2012-01-31T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:54:49.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I had a day off. Second in a row. It was also tims birthday. Promise had oral surgery as well. So my day off, as usual was not really spent "off" just not at work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Promise did really well. She didn't act a fool high on drowsy drugs. Kinda sad about that...we were gonna u tube it. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-il0DhYu-lWg/TyibaBbGQAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WZJuA3qfMyc/IMG_0006.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1002243023153891578?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1002243023153891578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1002243023153891578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1002243023153891578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-30.html' title='365 30'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-il0DhYu-lWg/TyibaBbGQAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WZJuA3qfMyc/s72-c/IMG_0006.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6521798324124166809</id><published>2012-01-29T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:30:58.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 28 and 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I worked quite a bit this week and I was a single mom...so dinner has been fast food...it what the girls can easily cook...but last night I had promise make chicken breasts and parmesean noodles....Bailey asked what was for dinner....after I told him he said "finally we get to eat real food!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This made me feel pretty horrible. I have slacked in my mom duties in order to take on more hours... And have.fed.my kids crap all week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that was yesterday. Today my husband is home! Woot woot! Enough said too busy for pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6521798324124166809?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6521798324124166809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-28-and-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6521798324124166809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6521798324124166809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-28-and-29.html' title='365 28 and 29'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7842571535371015778</id><published>2012-01-27T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:55:21.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 of 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've made it nearly a week without my husband. It was not so hard. The kids have really been good and quite helpful believe it or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So today you get a blog without a photo. I worked all day and I am exhausted.... I don't  have to take kids to school tomorrow... But I have to work, and am excited to be able to "sleep in" until 8 LOL. Goodnight blog. &lt;font color ="#000000"&gt;ha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7842571535371015778?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7842571535371015778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/27-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7842571535371015778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7842571535371015778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/27-of-365.html' title='27 of 365.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8141933601858601947</id><published>2012-01-26T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:08:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 of 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worked hard today. Once again someone has just left a job...in an economy where so many are jobless and working so hard to get one....we have people that never call or show....or show up late or call in....or just leave mid shift. I guess having a job and paying bills is highly over rated for some....me I like my electricity on....the luxury of cable....and health insurance. I know I complain about my job....but its really perfect for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after working hard....I rewarded myself and the kids with a night out. We went to Chinese, and then goodwill. Fun times. Ready for two split shifts...then...2 days....in a row....OFF! WOOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mPHVrdk_Xi4/TyI_VlPlfiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zhiEKM5GT78/IMAG0193-1.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8141933601858601947?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8141933601858601947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/26-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8141933601858601947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8141933601858601947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/26-of-365.html' title='26 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mPHVrdk_Xi4/TyI_VlPlfiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zhiEKM5GT78/s72-c/IMAG0193-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1623895758177767787</id><published>2012-01-25T21:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:49:51.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 of 365 my butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So 2 days ago I went to the tanning bed....I guess I forgot I had not been in forever and should go for a very short time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say areas that don't naturally see the sun, burned. Badly. I showed Hannah my back and was telling her about my butt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"your going to have to have daddy take a look at your butt when he gets home." She says. "hes the only one that wants to see mom butt in this house." LOL some times they say the darndest things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So no sympothy from my family there.... I'm sure though, hannaha right. When daddy gets back he won't mind taking a peek. 4 days until he's back home. I miss him. Who'd of thunk it. Lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-v8WHijZvG1Y/TyDpfqM89UI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P5UeueLzDzM/IMAG0185.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1623895758177767787?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1623895758177767787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/25-of-365-my-butt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1623895758177767787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1623895758177767787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/25-of-365-my-butt.html' title='25 of 365 my butt'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-v8WHijZvG1Y/TyDpfqM89UI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P5UeueLzDzM/s72-c/IMAG0185.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8049974646128159940</id><published>2012-01-24T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:53:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 of 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;My little book worm. Hubbub still gone. Been spending time with my kindle instead...guess I'm rubbing off on the kiddoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qssHJkvzRcE/Tx9uw5OYQxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zDASXr1PzgY/IMAG0181.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8049974646128159940?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8049974646128159940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/24-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8049974646128159940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8049974646128159940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/24-of-365.html' title='24 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qssHJkvzRcE/Tx9uw5OYQxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zDASXr1PzgY/s72-c/IMAG0181.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2469780338912482819</id><published>2012-01-23T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:45:46.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 of 365 "single parent"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to do the single parent thing...but back then the girls were little, friends were only the kids next door.&lt;br&gt;They didn't care if I took them somewhere it we stayed home. They didn't have homework it projects unless I had come up with one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me just say...being an only parent is tiring....but the worst part is once the kids are in bed....and your all alone. No one to talk to....just quiet. &lt;br&gt;Lots if time to read though....but not tonight. I'm sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iAD4iEg-94U/Tx43eA1TMGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rR-q0p5N75k/IMAG0172-1.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2469780338912482819?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2469780338912482819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/23-of-365-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2469780338912482819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2469780338912482819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/23-of-365-parent.html' title='23 of 365 &amp;quot;single parent&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iAD4iEg-94U/Tx43eA1TMGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rR-q0p5N75k/s72-c/IMAG0172-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8629940544656362966</id><published>2012-01-22T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:33:11.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 of 365 empty place in my bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; I took my hubbub and his brother to the bus station today....a week long trip to Texas. Visiting family, and old friend and his mothers grave... I'm thrilled he's able to go...he's been give twelve hours and already I miss him like crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; No one here to make the bed and cover me up. No warm body to snuggle. Tomorrow morning I have to take the kids to school....make my own coffee....and come home to an empty house...again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; On the plus side...no snoring lol. So off to my empty bed I go.... Night night blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-k28nPhve3XY/TxzjBdr2GlI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aUrfbPwAtkw/IMAG0163.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8629940544656362966?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8629940544656362966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/22-of-365-empty-place-in-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8629940544656362966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8629940544656362966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/22-of-365-empty-place-in-my-bed.html' title='22 of 365 empty place in my bed'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-k28nPhve3XY/TxzjBdr2GlI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aUrfbPwAtkw/s72-c/IMAG0163.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-9147060432463857112</id><published>2012-01-22T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:33:41.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365-20/21 work is my new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny. I used to work 11-2 m-f yeah....15 hours a week...here lately I find myself there 6 days a week. Not complaining I asked for more hours. I got a raise. My kids are bigger and don't need me home so often (no one needs a boob)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either way the jump in hours has worn me out this week....and my day off, spent running everywhere I hadn't all week, seems to last forever and fly by all at the same time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed my blog yesterday. I took a photo....an adorable photo of my aunts little boy....because he is currently a foster child, his photo cannot be posted online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was nice seeing them though...and my car club group for the first time in a few months... It's like seeing old friends....which, pathetically work people....coworkers and customers...are like my ONLY friends anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vjFitzHuGJ8/TxzgD4gVdWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4hQ4u_SHOGA/IMAG0155.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-9147060432463857112?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/9147060432463857112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-20-work-is-my-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9147060432463857112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9147060432463857112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-20-work-is-my-new-life.html' title='365-20/21 work is my new life'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vjFitzHuGJ8/TxzgD4gVdWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4hQ4u_SHOGA/s72-c/IMAG0155.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4383792039289620087</id><published>2012-01-19T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:43:11.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 of 365 a man of many shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today my son put on I think at final tally it was 14, shirts. Why? I have no idea. Just came out if his room with them all on. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that...I worked. A split. Blah. Work sleep eat and shit....its all I do lately. I cannot wait until Tim gets back to work and I can drop a few hours....my ankles hurt from standing so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4PsNNutBUx4/Txjw3Q54lSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Qd8Z9V_kDN8/IMAG0152.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4383792039289620087?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4383792039289620087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/19-of-365-man-of-many-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4383792039289620087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4383792039289620087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/19-of-365-man-of-many-shirts.html' title='19 of 365 a man of many shirts'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4PsNNutBUx4/Txjw3Q54lSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Qd8Z9V_kDN8/s72-c/IMAG0152.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6261346379673326109</id><published>2012-01-18T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:24:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 of 365 fourty dollar dog.food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spend about fourty dollars a month on dog food....lamb as the first ingredient....and every chance they get, they instead are eating the waste of the 30 cat food! Gross dogs. Come at me for kisses with litter boogers and shut breath.... No thanks doggie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7-GXZ9Xh210/TxebBHuyMEI/AAAAAAAAATw/uiVIopLXupo/IMAG0150.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6261346379673326109?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6261346379673326109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/18-of-365-fourty-dollar-dogfood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6261346379673326109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6261346379673326109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/18-of-365-fourty-dollar-dogfood.html' title='18 of 365 fourty dollar dog.food.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7-GXZ9Xh210/TxebBHuyMEI/AAAAAAAAATw/uiVIopLXupo/s72-c/IMAG0150.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3107906562531380966</id><published>2012-01-17T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:18:22.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 of 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I had....drum roll please...the day off! I slept in until 9. Took the girls to the orthodontist, then out to lunch then to schoool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home I scheduled promises oral surgery...got a medical bill to.go.through my insurance...read a book and took a short nap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the kids got home I helped promise with her phone, watched magic tricks by Bailey and Hannah....argued with Destiny... Cooked an awesome meal only one kid complained about. Watched biggest loser then baked (and ate-way too many) cookies! Oh and I even cleaned up my mess....loaded the dishwasher and folded laundry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to work tomorrow. The kids are all going to church tomorrow....I see another nap in my future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kTjVYcAai8I/TxZWHX_MCfI/AAAAAAAAATo/SKC28YVfrl8/IMAG0146.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3107906562531380966?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3107906562531380966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/17-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3107906562531380966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3107906562531380966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/17-of-365.html' title='17 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kTjVYcAai8I/TxZWHX_MCfI/AAAAAAAAATo/SKC28YVfrl8/s72-c/IMAG0146.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-352756398557655133</id><published>2012-01-16T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:51:18.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 day 16</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It feels like I have been doing this forever. Lol. 16 days out of 365. Blahhhhh. Interesting stuff happens everyday but when I get home to actually talk about it its all gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So today. I get up for work, after like NO sleep. I am running late but I stop to get an EXTRA CAFFINE mocha anyway. Otherwise no one would have been happy with me. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Were training a new guy in the kitchen and the guy who is leaving, is supposed to be teaching him, but did not tell him to date things. So I teach him the CORRECT way, not the GRANT way. Grant says he cannot understand why I have made it so long in this place, because he "hates the job" then he tells me that its because I am the one who does the bitching, and I never get bitched at... I said I don't get bitched at because I usually DO my job... He says "oh you just do what you need, to get by"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF mother fucker? Seriously? ALL my salad bar stuff, is FRESH,  DATED, INITALS ON IT. ALL My work is done every day before I leave, I am  curtious to EVERY Customer even those who do not tip... To my knowledge  I have not had a legitimate complaint in my 9 years there... I RARELY  call in, in fact in the last 9 months, I have called in ONCE and I had  to come in anyway... With a horrid tooth ache. I come in when scheduled  and I pull my weight. FUCK YOU GRANT! UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yes and  on top of my working extra hard, and dealing with not one but now TWO  teenage children... I am PMSy So DO NOT FUCK WITH ME!!!! GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;SO the&amp;nbsp; moment I get home, start to heat up my lunch I am asked, then begged, then have a kid having a FIT for me to take him to get shoes, then when I give in and say yes he does not want to go anymore...after 30 min of fighting with him, we go get shoes. I Looked skinny in the funny mirror. The highlight of my day. As I was taking this picture a lady walked by and said "O M G you have GOT to be KIDDING ME" She must have had a bad day too. :o/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/396280_10150700195484972_772414971_12260997_356844695_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/396280_10150700195484972_772414971_12260997_356844695_n.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-352756398557655133?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/352756398557655133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/352756398557655133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/352756398557655133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/365-day-16.html' title='365 day 16'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-5331729601988185911</id><published>2012-01-16T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:35:57.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 and 15 of 365</title><content type='html'>14. Saturday. No picture. Why? Well lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was supposed to work 9-4 but Brad was going to be late, so could I stay until he got there... SUUUUUURE. Well 5pm rolls around, no brad and boss tells the OTHER guy he probably wont need him... So just to be "on call". Um? Hello? Clorie has 5 screaming girls at home, a cake to bake, and shit to do??? Oh OK I'll stay brad should be any moment now.... Then RING RING RING phone blows up. Boss is gone on delivery... I am the only one in the store. Call in boy who was told he porbably would not be needed as Brad is now LOST somewhere in Oklahoma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boy who was supposed to be in complains, he has fish in his truck that cannot live long in baggies... Clorie complains she has a cake to make and he needs to STFU. Brad calls and asks clorie to close for him. Clorie goes off. NO she cannot close for him. She is hitting OT hours which are NOT allowed. She also has 5 girls at home she promised to take skating, and a cake to bake. Oh and her feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So finally once my time clock starts clicking 40.00 boss tells me to leave. By this time, I have already had my husband come get the van, leaving me the moped, a jacket that does NOT zip anymore, and a long, cold, ride home. BRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got home, and said FUCK making a cake from scratch. Hello Betty Crocker! Stayed up until 2am or so with giggling girls making a hoopla.&amp;nbsp; Where in all that time did I have a moment to even snap a picture with the cellular device? I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH and during that time I had my daughter text and when I did not respond she had my other daughter text so of course I finally look at texts, call teenage daughter she asks a question she KNEW would be answered with a large fat size NO and then she gets tude with me over the fact that I said no, and did not give a reason (She knows the reason). I was told by my teenager, after 9+ hours of work, after a split shift the day before to "GEt off your period... GOOOOOOO-OD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Onto day 14. My daughters b-day party. I Get up at 8, on my day "off" I frost a cake, hubby helps. I load the van and 4 giggly girls who are all trying out tampons for the first time, my daughter has impeccable timing for a pool party apparently. I get there thinking it will be great, they will swim, I will read on my kindle. SUch is not the case. I am mommed to death even at the pool. Bailey cannot find his goggles, Hannah's are his. Hannah wont share, the other pair is missing, one child lost her cellphone, 2 others need me to let them know when its 3:30, they have to leave early, another needs to know when its 4... oh and the pool SHUTS DOWN For 20 min to "rest" so I have to entertain during this time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thankfully I was smart enough to put dinner in the crock pot the night before, so I don't have to cook. I Could not have cooked. No way no how.&amp;nbsp; So we eat dinner, I get overly full as its the only meal I have thought to eat all day. Then my husband who spent the day home, doing virtually nothing with no kids in the house... Falls asleep on the couch which irritates me. Then upon hitting the pillow in bed, he's snoring. Then he's pissy that I go to the couch. Then I can't sleep on the couch because the dogs are clicking around, getting in the trash, licking sniffing. Oh and I can still hear him snore from the couch. I go in my room and he's slothed all over both sides, snoring it up. I briefly consider smothering him with my pillow but instead, I go into Promise's bed.... Where for some reason I can still hardly sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;SO needless to say I am exhausted. but hey... work as usual tomorrow (which is really today because I am a day late posting this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are two pictures from Sunday to make up for missing Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Weo9hlAOZBw/TxSz-idahmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5NW2DhCfNvc/s1600/pool+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Weo9hlAOZBw/TxSz-idahmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5NW2DhCfNvc/s320/pool+girls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W41-7jjeRj8/TxS0UFWqKNI/AAAAAAAAATg/6E1jGXtqwIc/s1600/promsiecake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W41-7jjeRj8/TxS0UFWqKNI/AAAAAAAAATg/6E1jGXtqwIc/s320/promsiecake.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-5331729601988185911?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5331729601988185911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/14-and-15-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5331729601988185911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5331729601988185911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/14-and-15-of-365.html' title='14 and 15 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Weo9hlAOZBw/TxSz-idahmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5NW2DhCfNvc/s72-c/pool+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8822415310165781450</id><published>2012-01-14T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:08:06.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day  13 Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a day late posting...and today day 14 I didn't even get a.picture taken. Not even on the cell. I woke up went to work....ended up working late...going over 40 hours. Had to ride the moped home. Once I thawed....I made dinner and.baked a cake....3 actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can we say super mom? Ha! Let's hope this zebra cake turns.out alright. 9000 kids at the birthday party tomorrow....let's se if I make it through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KAWWU8SxQgw/TxJtRcnSj0I/AAAAAAAAATI/f3kdGvWuZEg/IMAG0132.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8822415310165781450?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8822415310165781450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-13-friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8822415310165781450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8822415310165781450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-13-friday-13th.html' title='Day  13 Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KAWWU8SxQgw/TxJtRcnSj0I/AAAAAAAAATI/f3kdGvWuZEg/s72-c/IMAG0132.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1331321859128487888</id><published>2012-01-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:00:20.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She lived to be 13....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Oh Promise. My little blonde babe. 13 years ago today. Lets go back shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could not eat past midnight. I had to have a planned Csection. Promise was almost a month late, considering she was DUE on December 19th. So January 12th they finally put me out of my misery and took her C section. Not only was she late, she was also breech. They had, for some odd reason thought my due date was off, and let me go miserably fat, and pregnant so long because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had not found out what Promise would be before hand. Boy or girl, she was a surprise. When the doctor removed her from my belly I remember him saying to the nurse first off, that she was double footling breech... Both her feet were in my crotch and her head up in my ribs. Because I carried her SO differently I had always thought she was a boy. After the doctor announced her position he said "Well, looks like a girl!" in my drugged up, blood lost state, I remember thinking... He said it LOOKS like a girl... He didnt say IT WAS a girl.... LOL. I guess I had wanted a boy, since I already had a girl, but I would not go back and change it now if I was offered no way no how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So once they got her out, cut the cord and took her to be weighed, she was raising hell. Crying. This was lovely as my first, Destiny, did not cry and nurses rushed in and that was scary. I felt helpless strapped to the table, cut open like a fat whale... The nurses swaddled her up, and handed her to daddy... She was still crying, and he put her next to my face. I kissed her sweet little round head, and I said "hey baby girl" she stopped crying immediately. She knew who I was. I had loved her from the moment I knew she was in my belly... but love at first site was real, the moment I saw her, she was beautiful, perfect and I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Promise was a wonderful baby. Besides not sleeping through the night. She was happy and bubbly. She'd sit in her swing or walker and just play. She loved her big sister and any time she'd spend with her. She was lazy though, never crawling only the "army crawl" She was hardly walking by her first birthday and would not talk, only GRUNT to get things she wanted (boy has she made up for the late talking by now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Promise has always had a sassy little attitude that has grown right along with her. She's so cute and smart and sweet when she wants to be, it makes you forget her little tude issue. Promise is the dreaded middle child, even though I have four, Bailey being the only boy takes him out of the whole middle child syndrome. Promise has to share a room with a younger sibling, and deals with a lot. She is very mature for her age, admits when she is wrong and is a great friend and I would not trade her for the world (whoever traded me would trade back anyway lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think Promise will go far in life, she has goals and dreams and she is stubborn enough to keep trying until she gets exactly what she wants, she wont settle for any less. The last 13 years have been awesome and horrible and emotional and scary and Promise has put up with it all and has become the most amazing 13 year old I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you baby girl, you blonde bubbly butt head. Keep chasing your dreams, reaching for the stars and insisting on the best, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8i6MUolCqo/Tw-eMTzphzI/AAAAAAAAATA/mRFM5Pp9CbE/s1600/promiseisateenager.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8i6MUolCqo/Tw-eMTzphzI/AAAAAAAAATA/mRFM5Pp9CbE/s640/promiseisateenager.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1331321859128487888?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1331321859128487888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-lived-to-be-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1331321859128487888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1331321859128487888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-lived-to-be-13.html' title='She lived to be 13....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8i6MUolCqo/Tw-eMTzphzI/AAAAAAAAATA/mRFM5Pp9CbE/s72-c/promiseisateenager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-227957330606429325</id><published>2012-01-11T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:05:46.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much to say today. Work seemed to suck. I am pmsy and cranky. So you get a picture of my daughters cat. Meet oreos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TCWilux5bvU/Tw5qKEWtKVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9iYGg0X9MfU/IMAG0124.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-227957330606429325?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/227957330606429325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/boringblog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/227957330606429325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/227957330606429325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/boringblog.html' title='Boringblog'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TCWilux5bvU/Tw5qKEWtKVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9iYGg0X9MfU/s72-c/IMAG0124.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rogers, Rogers</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.33202 -94.11854</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6242424701399524419</id><published>2012-01-10T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:17:24.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 of 365-don't worry....be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes life is too much. You can let depression or anxiety take over...or you can grin and bear it. Sometimes a fake smile turns into stress relief....sometimes you fool yourself into actual happiness.... Not such a bad thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when life has you down, count your blessings and realize it will all be ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uurcK3DtLOk/TwzxMvY0YnI/AAAAAAAAASw/Mz1SYdDISC0/IMAG0120.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6242424701399524419?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6242424701399524419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-10-of-365-don-worrybe-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6242424701399524419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6242424701399524419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-10-of-365-don-worrybe-happy.html' title='Day 10 of 365-don&amp;#39;t worry....be happy'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uurcK3DtLOk/TwzxMvY0YnI/AAAAAAAAASw/Mz1SYdDISC0/s72-c/IMAG0120.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rogers, Rogers</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.33202 -94.11854</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7870578181930276853</id><published>2012-01-09T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T18:24:17.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day9 of 365-date night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my favorite customers gave me a gift card to abuelos for Christmas. Tonight we used it. I am overly full and bloated....with enough leftovers for lunch and dinner tomorrow! It was nice to have some alone time....time away from the kids and house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xhstMzHc7vY/TwuhT4rVeZI/AAAAAAAAASo/zbTucmgump8/IMAG0115.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7870578181930276853?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7870578181930276853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day9-of-365-date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7870578181930276853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7870578181930276853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day9-of-365-date-night.html' title='Day9 of 365-date night'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xhstMzHc7vY/TwuhT4rVeZI/AAAAAAAAASo/zbTucmgump8/s72-c/IMAG0115.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2669312095664975890</id><published>2012-01-08T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:20:02.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and you shall receive 8 of 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So since Tim is laid off....we need extra money. I asked for extra hours at work.... Well ask and You shall receive. I feel like I have not left this place all week long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not complaining....well yes I am. I am thankful though, for the extra hours so we don't get (any farther)behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-oOQOFg-tOPk/TwoWLnBpylI/AAAAAAAAASg/DlBpORZkzUA/IMAG0108.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2669312095664975890?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2669312095664975890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2669312095664975890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2669312095664975890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and you shall receive 8 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-oOQOFg-tOPk/TwoWLnBpylI/AAAAAAAAASg/DlBpORZkzUA/s72-c/IMAG0108.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jim's Razorback Pizza, 326B North Bloomington Street, Lowell</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.259235 -94.13684</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2416134812229392813</id><published>2012-01-07T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:51:23.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 days day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basket hanging on wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet paper'/><title type='text'>Day 7 of 365</title><content type='html'>Yes I am starting at day 7. I technically have taken a photo every day up until now, and possibly might upload them later (yeah right probably not....) so I am starting on day 7... Since today is day 7 of my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/400999_10150675892674972_772414971_12175813_528901479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/400999_10150675892674972_772414971_12175813_528901479_n.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am having an affair with a site called pinterest.com I have found so many awesome ideas and recipes. One of which is to take a basket and hang it on the wall Like the picture above... To store things. Larger baskets can be used for towels and wash rags and that kinda stuff. I had a basket on the back of the toilet... and it was constantly being knocked down... toilet paper on the floor and wet... SO I hung it on the wall... I like it already! :) See all that time looking at that site is NOT "wasted" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2416134812229392813?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2416134812229392813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-7-of-365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2416134812229392813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2416134812229392813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-7-of-365.html' title='Day 7 of 365'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4168183353938047684</id><published>2012-01-07T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:43:40.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So 7 days later...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Ive not blogged, or taken "good" photos for the project... My diet went down the toilet yesterday and although not OVER on calories for sure today... Its not been much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I Should have made my resolution to sit on my butt, look at pinterest, play words with friends, work and cook dinner. THOSE are resolutions I can keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously though the 365 thing gets me because I try to do it on Flickr, but then I want to put the pictures of facebook too, and then I feel like I have to spend 3 hours uploading editing and posting a picture... I don't have that much time to waste its a fact. Not with 2 teenagers (well one ALMOST) and 2 kids (one who has the tude of a teen already thanks to watching her big sisters be one) I just don't have time. In fact I am shocked some days that I even get supper (A normally pretty decent one) on the table as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So here it is one week into resolution time... and I am changing them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want to BLOG a photo a day. Probably mostly cellphone photos. Probably mostly a photo of what I ate, knowing me.... Even as a kid, I would write down what I had for dinner in my diary... I guess we really don't change sometimes! So my blog can be seen from those on facebook if they want to see it. So I ONLY have to post ONCE and I can upload from my phone in moments. Then that is my blog and photo all combined saving time and energy on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also want to make 100 new recipes this year. I want to blog them as well. Chronicle them or what not. I love taking pictures of food and this gives me an excuse to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will fill my cup daily with water and drink it all. (32oz) soon I hope to double that amount. Progress, not perfection. I still want to fit in those size 9's I hung on my wall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4168183353938047684?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4168183353938047684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-7-days-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4168183353938047684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4168183353938047684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-7-days-later.html' title='So 7 days later...'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-5201955692174384040</id><published>2012-01-02T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:51:08.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one of those days.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Like a big time one of those days. First I go to work, of course, and I was like the only one who showed up. Customers were far and few between since its a "holiday" or whatever... So I pulled out all the booths, swept behind them, cleaned tables that were left dirty, scrubbed toilets (and really how does shit GET on that part of a toilet anyway??) so then I spent the next hour or so, playing on pinterest... My newest found addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I get home, after working all day... and my husband apparently took today as his day off, from everything. The laundry did not get folded, dishes were not done, so I got to do them before I could make dinner. Oh yes and I had to take kids to exchange a shirt that was too small, trade my blue ray player for one that worked, and do some general shopping for various odds and ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I get home, and my husband is still doing nothing much... Unless you count hiding in the bedroom, laying on the bed watching TV doing something. I think he came out to eat some dinner (which was CHILLI dogs since I was so busy actually doing things today) Then he's been back in there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah I am a bit irritable, and no its not that time, I don't think. I could use help, every day... Especially when my husband is home, sans job at the moment I expect it. I am stressed out with children and responsibillities and bills and my job. STRESSED OUT! A little help would have been lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hopefully though tomorrow is a nice day. Boss is off, so that always makes things interesting. We'll see how it all goes down! Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-5201955692174384040?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5201955692174384040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5201955692174384040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5201955692174384040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s been one of those days.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6178465429042707316</id><published>2012-01-01T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:47:47.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Wow 2012 already. Its amazing how time flies. Seriously flies. When I was young... Omg listen to me... Next I'll need a cane to walk around with... When I was a young lady....&amp;lt;&lt;wrinkled face=""&gt;&amp;gt; Time passed by so much more slowly. &lt;/wrinkled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have customers come in with children, who are school age, who had come in with babies in utero! My best friends daughter is getting MARRIED this summer. MARRIED! I met her when she was about 6, how is it possible she get married? It honestly makes me realize that I am, actually old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aside from all that it is a brand new year. With bright new starts! I hung a pair of size 9 jeans on the wall. I hope to fit in to them sometime this year. This year I vow to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Buy a new calender&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;drink water&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;try to bitch less&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Be more positive&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog more often&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;do 365 pictures&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;try 50 new recipes and blog them on my other blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So my New Year has started out pretty well. The kids go to school Monday (2 of them) and Tuesday (the other 2) I got extra hours that I asked for at work while Tim is laid off. I have a pretty funny boss, and awesome co-workers. A healthy family and wonderful friends. Enough wood to heat my house for a long time, and nice warm covers to sleep under. Oh and a kindle. Who could ask for more? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6178465429042707316?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6178465429042707316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6178465429042707316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6178465429042707316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4059552706626689223</id><published>2011-12-31T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:15:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New years reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I look back to ten years ago...three....Sometimes even looking at the day before....I look back at it....realizing I made it through and think now....hay that wasn't so bad...what was I so stressed out abou?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in the now. Living it. That moment....it all seems so daunting, never ending....frightening. I just hope when I look back later, at times like this.... I am proud of the fact that I survived.... If I survive. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy new year to all.... My husband is on his way home with drinks for us and bubbly juice for the kids. I just wonder if I will even make it....till midnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4059552706626689223?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4059552706626689223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4059552706626689223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4059552706626689223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-reflection.html' title='New years reflection'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3844590280390925367</id><published>2011-12-29T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:58:06.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its almost over...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;The year that is. Crazy. Already almost over. I cannot believe it. Christmas came and went in the blink of an eye this year. The kids were happy with what they got and I think I got them mostly needs, and then a few big things we can all enjoy together. No one was upset with that, so its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So what has been going on in my crazy normal life? Same ole same ole mostly. Another one bit the dust at work, almost 2. Almost. A little ass kissing brought it back down to just one down. I am happy with my job at the moment, as I normally am for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life is good at home. The two oldest kids used break to get out of the house as much as possible so far.... I had heard plans of them going to the other families for Christmas, and even Thanksgiving as they loomed closer no one ever mentioned anything so I guess it was a no go, obviously.Whatever. The girls have been hanging out with friends, and the oldest the boyfriend, who now moved less than a block away (yee haw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The husband is still grumpy all the time, the crease marks between his eyebrows prove that. I wonder sometimes if he's ever really happy inside. He says he is, but he certainly doesn't act as if he is. I just do my best to keep myself happy. After all if mama ain't happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;About being happy. I really am. Sometimes I think I shouldnt be. Like I am settling for less, and happy with it. Like when someone mentions one day I will get a "real job" I think, maybe I should strive for more... more than a server job... but then in the same breath, I think why? I make money to pay my bills and I like my job and I am happy there... So why should I strive for more, when what I already have... is everything that I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not sure how that works, like you should always reach for the stars, but if your in space, well then hmmm. Just pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lets see, I have one really good best friend and she never really bothers to talk to me anymore, when she does it is just a random text... Oddly enough that does not really bother me. I think I am different and I am changing and that is not really such a bad thing. I have my mom, and my aunt, and my husband and my children and I have me time at work and that is really all I feel that I need. Maybe I should reach higher but currently I feel like I am just as high as I need to be. Anyway I am afraid of heights! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So with a New Year approching I of course have goals. Not to further my career, but to of course lose weight, just like everyone else in the world. The slim fast shakes are already lining the isles of walmart along with the sales on workout equipment. I will follow the trend and home to lose some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would also like to be a better parent, of course. I am not the best, and I yell and I do not follow through like I should. So that would be a goal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yes and my silly just for fun, never actually do goals: 365 picture taking (yes again) and... To keep up with this damn blog! HA! Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3844590280390925367?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3844590280390925367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3844590280390925367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3844590280390925367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-almost-over.html' title='Its almost over...'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7186213539688816891</id><published>2011-12-06T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:12:34.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little things that made me happy today</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;First off, my favorite customers coming in. I told them about my blog and so just in case they read it, I want them to be mentioned...They know who they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This morning, it snowed, and school WAS NOT canceled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On my way home from work, there was a little girl getting of the bus, her mom and dog were waiting on her. When she stepped off the bus that dog was so very happy to see her. Jumping up and down, tail wagging. It made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;THEN on my way to take my hubby to work I saw a very bright red cardinal on a tree, it was so bright red against the dusting of snow we got (that also made me smile, because it looks so pretty and wintery out!) on my way back from dropping him off, that cardinal was still there, still looking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then coming home, to my cozy warm house with the fire going, and the dishes all done because my hubby was a good boy. All those things today, made me happy. Hope the rest of the day is just as good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7186213539688816891?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7186213539688816891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-things-that-made-me-happy-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7186213539688816891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7186213539688816891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-things-that-made-me-happy-today.html' title='little things that made me happy today'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3136045961945703041</id><published>2011-12-05T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:08:45.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night at dinner I told Bailey "Bailey....sometimes it's inconsiderate to be rude."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; That's right. Remember that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3136045961945703041?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3136045961945703041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/mom-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3136045961945703041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3136045961945703041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/mom-wisdom.html' title='Mom wisdom'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1413846809968876441</id><published>2011-12-01T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:03:14.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be the one she ran to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am asked to leave the room. Today is a hard and emotional day for me. Not something I can really give detailed info about....but my baby is growing up. That's rough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I remember when she would fall....she'd get up and run right to me for comfort. When she was sick, hungry, cold, sad, I was always there....I'm still here....but I am no longer who she runs too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Now she runs to friends...even other mom's usually before she comes to me. She still comes to me when it's important though I guess... when it really matters. It's hard to let go...that bond coming apart....it was easy for her....but all that glue residue is stuck to me....a sad reminder that my baby is growing up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1413846809968876441?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1413846809968876441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-used-to-be-one-she-ran-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1413846809968876441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1413846809968876441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-used-to-be-one-she-ran-to.html' title='I used to be the one she ran to....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4678559614827306576</id><published>2011-11-28T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:04:39.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy mechanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today my hubby replaced the brakes in our van. And the rotors. He got all dirty and sexy like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily his dad was here to show him the way. When he was finished he drove it to test it....when he got back he said, for some reason the brake light was on. "Is the emergency brake on?" No...long pause... let me just check.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay for new brakes. Very thankful for them.our huge truck load of wood, my father in law, .and Bailey, who was home sick today, but he got right out there helping load and unload wood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a lot of hard working, amazing, men in my life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4678559614827306576?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4678559614827306576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexy-mechanic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4678559614827306576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4678559614827306576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexy-mechanic.html' title='Sexy mechanic'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8078810275943581280</id><published>2011-11-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:48:31.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;it was of course fantastic. good food, wonderful family and a full belly. nothing really can beat that can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So then there was the weekend. The kids had already had the week, or the majority of it, off, so that was a bit of a fiasco. Everyone was by then bored with each other and figured that fighting was the way to solve that. The boy has somehow contracted a cold, which has lead to a barky cough/ earache like it does any and every time he gets a cold. Hopefully he's well enough for school tomorrow, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hannah clipped her nasty toenails finally. I swear I have never seen nastier toes in my life. Upon clipping a toenail flew off and into her eyeball. That was a hard thing to do. Get a toenail out of a child's eye while trying not to laugh, because I mean, HOW does that happen anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;All of my kids have been able to go to the store and get each other gifts, only Promise left to go there... I am making plans for my annual "cookie decorating party" and this weekend I took the time to set up all the Christmas decorations! I feel so festive, except when I am stuffing gifts back under the tree, or putting ornaments back up on the tree, because the dog gone cats have been playing under there. Other than that I love it. Its pretty. Oh and other than the fact that the strand of lights on the mantel were touching the wood burning stove apparently and melted, so now they do not work on 1/2 of the strand, which of course is the part of the strand that is the FRONT. So I have to buy a new strand and re hang those. Other than that, all is well with the decorations. I am ready to start my baking of goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/384656_10150568751074972_772414971_11753406_1413744600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/384656_10150568751074972_772414971_11753406_1413744600_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ho Ho HO bloggers! :O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8078810275943581280?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8078810275943581280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8078810275943581280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8078810275943581280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-9112559548489130566</id><published>2011-11-22T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:41:47.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucking at the thankfulness posts.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;i knew i would, pretty sure i said so in my first thankful blog. oh well. i am thankful. thankful for everything. sometimes, i do take things for granted but i know that i am truly blessed. i have a home, food in my fridge all my bills paid for and still on, i am able to do christmas for my children, have a family thanksgiving with wonderful people who i love. i live close to my mom and am able to lean on her often. i have great friends, great neighbors and life in general is awesome. i take it for granted sometimes but i can honestly say that every day at some point i take time to sit and realize what ive got and i am always thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;today i am thankful for my 'youthful appearance' seriously though. i have often gotten the 'your her mom??/' comment when out with destiny, who is 15 going on 18 anyway so its not that huge of a compliment, i mean i was 16 when i had her, so technically i am&lt;i&gt; too young&lt;/i&gt; to have a child her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i have brought pizza into promise's class for her birthday when a child said in awe.... that is your MOM??? and lately its happened more with promise as well, who is 12. so technically i am old enough to have her, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;today&amp;nbsp; though, today tops the cake. or whatever that saying is. first off, at work. the air filter guy came in i am without makeup&amp;nbsp; i cheated and did my face after getting to work...shhh don't tell my boss. so before make up air filter guy is leaving and he says to me 'you know, your pretty nice to look at.... easy on the eyes' of course he's like....90 but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;then promise had a few friends over after school.... she introduced me to the new one i had not met before, and she says to promise...is that your mom? oh, she looks so young! &amp;lt;&lt;insert head="" swelling=""&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;then... i take bailey and hannah to the store to get toilet paper (which i am thankful i had the cash to purchase) when the man checking us out asks if i am the mom. i tell him i am, and he says i look so young, like i should be the big sister, not the mom... he says maybe its because he's old... pushing 40. ha! so yeah... i had to deflate my head before i could get out of the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;so today, even though i have missed several days. today i am thankful for looking young ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-9112559548489130566?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/9112559548489130566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sucking-at-thankfulness-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9112559548489130566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9112559548489130566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sucking-at-thankfulness-posts.html' title='sucking at the thankfulness posts.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8365172389183973330</id><published>2011-11-16T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:43:05.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day 16</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Today I am thankful for my ability to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep I am going to toot my own horn here. I am a damn good cook. I owe a lot of it to my mom's ex boyfriend and so in part I am thankful for him as well. Don taught me to like guacamole, before I met him I thought it was nasty... Only because I had only had that gross "chip dip" kind. Now I love avocados, I know what a roux is, and how to make one...Among so many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful I have the ability to cook healthy, flavorful dinners for my family. I am thankful for my nice new pans my mom got me, my flat top stove that came with my house and for my dishwasher that does all the dishes for me when I am finished! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8365172389183973330?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8365172389183973330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8365172389183973330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8365172389183973330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-16.html' title='Thankful day 16'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-339108096377980679</id><published>2011-11-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:26:49.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful day 15</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Today I am thankful that when the Novocaine wore off... My mouth no longer hurt! Thank you Dr. Furgus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really love this dentist and recommend him to anyone near by who is looking for a new dentist. My mom is afraid to go, and they have helped her. They are always super nice, and they even have TV you can watch while your getting your work done! Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh I am also thankful to my boss, who allowed me to come in late, I tried to call in.... but instead he just opened for me. So I got to sleep in and I really needed it. So thanks to you too Dennis. The best boss ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-339108096377980679?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/339108096377980679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/339108096377980679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/339108096377980679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-15.html' title='thankful day 15'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8181110171083251371</id><published>2011-11-14T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:45:06.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='root canal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><title type='text'>12, 13, 14</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I knew I would suck at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day 12. I am thankful for children with such big hearts. My kids found a stray dog and they will walk the neighborhood until they find the owner. This last time the dog was already so worn out from its escapade... So they pushed it around the neighborhood in a wheelchair. Either way they found the owners, they were proud of themselves to have rescued doggie and I am proud of them for caring enough to try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day 13. I am thankful for my children being old enough to babysit. Its SO nice to be able to leave the house for a few moments, and NOT have to take all four, to not even have to take ANYONE with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day 14. I am thankful for 2 things today. First I am thankful for Carecredit which will allow me to get my root canal tomorrow that I am desperately needing as I am in a lot of pain.... which brings me to my second thing to be thankful for today... PAIN MEDS. Thank you so much pain meds. Without them I think I would be wanting to kill myself right now. It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8181110171083251371?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8181110171083251371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/12-13-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8181110171083251371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8181110171083251371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/12-13-14.html' title='12, 13, 14'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2971456727150009107</id><published>2011-11-11T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:39:18.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veterans day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><title type='text'>11-11-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty cool date! And it's Friday...and it's veterans day. So what am I thankful for today...and everyday? For the brave men and women who have, are, or will one day serve our country!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course my husband is at the top of that list. He served in dessert storm while I sat in my best friends basement playing Barbie dolls! I remember all the talk of Warcraft really freaking me out. I cannot imagine actually BEING IN IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls father is serving as well. Out on a ship right now learning what needs to be learned and doing what is asked of him. Miles and months away from his family and friends...all to keep not only his own children, but mine and everyone else's children safe. It's a huge sacrifice to make for anyone and I am very thankful that people make that sacrifice for our country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I an also thankful for my little boy and girl scout who get to seat all the veterans in the assembly at school today. They are so proud of their daddy too. Wearing their little uniforms today. Wish I could be there for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy veterans day to all. And to those deployed I hope and pray that you return home safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2971456727150009107?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2971456727150009107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-11-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2971456727150009107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2971456727150009107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-11-11.html' title='11-11-11'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4890043074893789096</id><published>2011-11-10T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:32:28.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='send button'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 is not old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>You know your old when....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Its a story I have been meaning to document on my blog, but keep forgetting about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few weeks ago, I went shopping with Hannah. We went to Salvation Army. They were getting ready to move locations and so they were clearing out everything in the store, rather than move it. Everything was just .25. I got a lamp there, and Hannah is so excited to tell EVERYONE about our quarter lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hannah also found a phone, a phone that someone would have on their desk at work or in the office. Hannah wanted to buy it and it was only a quarter, so why not. So we take the 1.00 worth of items and leave the store. Hannah is in the passenger seat, and she is playing on her phone. She dials the number, and then looks at me "&lt;i&gt;How do I send it?&lt;/i&gt;" What do you mean...send it?? "&lt;i&gt;How do I call them, I dialed, but I don't see the send button.&lt;/i&gt;" OMG! My child has never used a "normal" telephone. She's always called on cellphones, we don't have a land line! I just thought that was crazy... Like when I was little looking at a rotary phone. She's like that with a regular one. What is the world coming to? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4890043074893789096?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4890043074893789096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-your-old-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4890043074893789096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4890043074893789096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-your-old-when.html' title='You know your old when....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3656936882443785867</id><published>2011-11-10T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:27:25.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful 7 8 9 and 10</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I knew I would suck at this. Sometimes life just gets in the way ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;7: I am thankful for my AWESOME in-laws. I know quite a few married couples who really dislike the in laws. Not me. I have the best ones ever. If I ever did divorce Tim, I'd keep his dad and Jane ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;8: I am thankful for my Aunt. This year, since she's been pregnant again (and I do love babies) I have spent a lot more time with her and her family... I Like to have that closeness with someone who is family and has to like me no matter what. So today I am thankful for my Aunt and her family and for getting to hold precious Emma as often as I am allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;9: I am thankful for having a running vehicle. We have gone without several times and it always sucks. Especially with the amount of kids I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;10: I am thankful for my best friend Pam Wheeler. Its great having someone that you can tell deep dark secrets to, things your ashamed even for anyone to know... Knowing that she wont judge me, think less of me and will help me through it is an awesome thing. I could not ask for a better friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3656936882443785867?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3656936882443785867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-7-8-9-and-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3656936882443785867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3656936882443785867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-7-8-9-and-10.html' title='thankful 7 8 9 and 10'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4307857988801505075</id><published>2011-11-06T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:19:35.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Today I an thankful for my mother. She's always been my best friend. She knows me better than anyone else ever will. She came into my room every time I called her name. She kissed my boo-boos and she loved me no matter what I did.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt; I am not sure where I would be...or how I would have turned out had it not been for her influence on my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Even today as a mom myself I find my self needing my mother. For advice, to tell me I am good at what I am doing and sometimes even to keep me in line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I love my mom with all my heart and I hope to have many more years with her in my life guiding me and being that shoulder to lean on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4307857988801505075?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4307857988801505075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4307857988801505075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4307857988801505075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-6.html' title='Thankful day 6'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-320927768951716180</id><published>2011-11-05T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:02:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day five of being thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I figured for day 5 I would be thankful for something that has 5 parts. My family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Timmy- my amazing and handsome husband. A man who loves me all the time. Bitchy happy mad sad sick or ugly....he's always on my side and there for me. Not only for me. He has a big heart and is very helpful. He works hard to support our family and then comes home and does his part around the house. I an lucky to have found such an amazing person to share my life with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Destiny- my first born. I am so thankful to have the opportunity to be her mother. She has grown into a smart, beautiful, funny and caring young lady. She reminds me a lot of myself. Seeing her nearly grown and watching her spread her wings is tough but oh so rewarding. I also thank her.... for pathing the way for her siblings. Being the oldest is never easy I am sure. I might have had her young and started out to early.... but I would never change a thing about her, everything happens for a reason and I an glad to have brought her into this world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Promise- my blonde one. Promise is an amazing child. Like destiny watching her grow has been amazing and I am blessed to have had the opportunity. Promise is smart and beautiful and very willing to help others. She is a middle child and has to fight for the attention she gets. She plans to be an extreme couponer and says when I am old I can shop at her house for free. She gives the best hugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bailey- my boy. My only son. Bailey has been through so much in his 10 years. After knowing we could have lost him....it makes you think how important every moment can be. Bailey is a lover and a fighter. He has the kindest heart of any child I know. He loves hard and with all he has. Becoming a big brother when he was just a baby himself...he was never jealous, always helpful. He's the best son I have. I am thankful to have him here, and healthy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hannah- my baby. Hannah is a little sponge. She loves to soak up everything she can. She loves to learn and to help others learn too. For an 8 year old Hannah is wise beyond her years. She knows it too....which is sometimes a bit of a downfall... Hannah is a great kid. She might be a little wrapped around my finger I'll admit...but she's my baby. Forever and always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really blessed beyond words for all that I currently have. A wonderful family, husband, home, and job. I really shouldn't complain as often as I do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-320927768951716180?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/320927768951716180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-five-of-being-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/320927768951716180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/320927768951716180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-five-of-being-thankful.html' title='Day five of being thankful'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3881712649430468854</id><published>2011-11-05T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:15:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Somehow it never posted. I'm posting from my phone and it's a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3. I am thankful for my job. I know I often complain about it....but mine and my husband's jobs are what it takes to keep us afloat...and times are tough right now. A lot of people are without jobs or income at all. So for mine and my husband's jobs I am very thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3881712649430468854?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3881712649430468854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3881712649430468854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3881712649430468854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks-day-3.html' title='Giving thanks day 3'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2204015172823150611</id><published>2011-11-05T10:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:27:40.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Giving thanks day two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I know it's technically the 3rd so this is a day behind...I am OK with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I an thankful for the seasons. Fall especially. For the beautiful colors on the trees...for the crisp smells in the air....and for the crunching sound made when you walk on the fallen dried out leaves. I just love fall. It's hard not to smile when you see so many colors around you! Although I know it means winter is around the corner....I love this time of year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2204015172823150611?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2204015172823150611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks-day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2204015172823150611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2204015172823150611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks-day-two.html' title='Giving thanks day two'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2537083336229842643</id><published>2011-11-05T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:27:23.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day four of thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming home from work. To my house. I an reminded how lucky I an to not only have a place to live...but to be buying my own home. A nice sturdy good sized house. A place to raise my children. A lawn to mow, yard to play in, the American dream and I've got it. I come home to it every night. I am so thankful....to have a nice home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2537083336229842643?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2537083336229842643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-four-of-thankfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2537083336229842643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2537083336229842643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-four-of-thankfulness.html' title='Day four of thankfulness'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1004234992397326090</id><published>2011-11-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:08:11.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pluming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calgon take me away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 3'/><title type='text'>Thankful Day 3</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;November 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I am thankful for hot baths. For indoor plumbing. Amazing stuff. Often taken for granted, but I have lived through several times of no flushing toilets and only one (long ago) with four children... I am thankful that we have a washer and dryer, dishwasher, flushing toilets and sinks that drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful that my kids are all old enough, that when its needed (and tonight, it was needed) I can lock myself in the bathroom for a little while and take a scalding hot bath. Soak. Have my ears under water and let everything just disappear... Sometimes you just&amp;nbsp; need a bit of peace and quiet. Sometimes the only place to do that is with your head under water in the tub... So thank you, indoor plumbing. For taking away our waste, helping us to clean things and ourselves, and for allowing me alone time, and time to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1004234992397326090?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1004234992397326090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1004234992397326090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1004234992397326090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-3.html' title='Thankful Day 3'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-5297516099008877701</id><published>2011-11-02T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:10:11.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere on Facebook it all started....your supposed to post one thing, each day until Thanksgiving, that your thankful for. Like most things I start and never finish....this will likely be added to the list...but I an going to start it anyway....and I am hopeful that I will also finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;November 1St today I an thankful for emergency care. For doctors, nurses, xray technicains....the whole sha bang there. To spend so many years in school to learn how to help others....to be around sick people....complaining people day in and day out. It's got to be rough....so thank you for going through so many years of school and constantly learning and trying to come up with new ways to help sick and injured people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-5297516099008877701?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5297516099008877701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5297516099008877701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/5297516099008877701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4427545851418838749</id><published>2011-10-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:56:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Udating my Blog</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I find myself rarely on the computer. with a "Smart phone" Everything I normally do online, can be done on it... So I use it instead. I of course could even blog on it, but its a bit hard to type on... and well we all know how long and ranty my blogs become... Hard to do on touch screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;SO how is life? Well its going. I wouldn't say it's at its lowest, but its certainly not at the highest point either right now. My children are all doing really well, getting along better than normal actually. Fall break went by without many issues or much boredom. They went back to school and are all getting good grades, Hannah got the ALL A's Award! So I really can't complain much there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its all personal things that are troubling me. My moms Ex. I am caught in the middle. Whenever he would call it was to whine/complain/cry about my mom. I got tired off it and now I am just not answering his calls. I told him I still wanted to be in his life, and I do, but not if he's drinking and using my shoulder to cry on, and nothing else. I want to be his friend still if he's going to be sober and talk about recipes and good deals at walmart and stuff we used to talk about... Not my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then there is my mom. I have to say I guess looking at the situation now I am a bit preterbed with her as well. She left him, and is now with a new guy. She says he makes her happy and she seems happy and that makes me happy... but I still think WOW. Its crazy that she was with Don for so long and able to just drop him like a rock and move on. The whole restraining order thing and him going to jail seems so unfair. He said stuiped things but I doubt he would ever follow through... and then of course there are the constant excuses. She is always going to do something and then ends up not. I had a hard time getting excited about our Silver Dollar City trip until we were ON our way to her house to get her... I Just figured she'd have other things come up or not feel well like usual. Hannah wants to stay the night with her, something she's never done. All her friends stay with their grandparents, and Hannah wants to do that. She had told Hannah she could but now she's asking if I think its a good idea "Because of Don" Um DON knows where I LIVE he has no clue where you live now... so how is this an issue? Just an excuse probably. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then there is teenager stuff. Private stuff. Probably bad parenting on my part I am sure... and if certain people find out oh they will just have a hay day on my ass. (and no she's not pregnant) You know once they are over the age of say 5, you just cannot be there to supervise every moment of every day of their lives. You have to give them freedom, even when grounded I mean they use the toilet and sleep alone... And things can happen in that time. Things you cannot control, things that will make you crazy. Things you wish you could make not happen, pain you wish you could take away... but the thing is... You can't. They have a life to live and you have to let them live it. You can guide them, direct them and hope... but you can't make decisions for them, and you cannot watch over them 24/7. Mistakes will be made. Dumb choices are going to happen. Things out of your control... Its hard. This mom thing is hard. It gets harder everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are signing the kids up for camp this summer. I hope they get in. I hope they all get in for the same week session. What would I do in my house, for an entire 7 days without children? Really. What would I do with myself? Sometimes just the afternoon alone in the house feels crazy empty. What will I do when they grow up and move away??? They make me crazy but just thinking about them leaving my nest makes me crazier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So its basically life as usual. Work is the same too. I go in, leave my issues at the door and I am happy and nice and I care... It usually doesn't matter to anyone but my customers but that is why I am there anyway. Well that and of course the money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Speaking of work, its about time for me to return there for my double shift. Woot Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4427545851418838749?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4427545851418838749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/udating-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4427545851418838749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4427545851418838749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/udating-my-blog.html' title='Udating my Blog'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8309137265845458852</id><published>2011-10-18T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:56:46.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bladder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 legged cat'/><title type='text'>Damn Cat!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I have used this phrase more than 30 times today. Damn cat... damn cat... damn cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5329388352_b48d084e2f_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5329388352_b48d084e2f_z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So Pawlie, our infamous 3 legged 1,200 dollar cat. Yeah. Well here the past few days I thought I noticed him using the litter box a little too often. I blew it off. Dumb move. As of last night he was acting quite sick, and his... area, was swollen and quivering. I thought he had a UTI as per my internet diagnosis done online. I also read this can be quite harmful to a cat, quickly. So I called the vet, they didn't have any appointments open but I could come as a walk-in and wait. I made an appointment for early tomorrow, but my gut said to take him in today and just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My gut, well it knows whats best. Once we finally got him in (They were not lying about the "wait" part) The vet did a quick feel of his stomach and said that his bladder had an obstruction and he was unable to urinate. This could be life threatening and she immediately took him back to cath him... Meanwhile I signed papers saying I would pay way more money than I ever thought I would spend on a cat ( but less than we spent on him last time ) I mean, after you pay 1,200.00 to keep a cat alive, how can you, 6 months later, let him die because of this? He deserves to live his nine lives and I have care credit (awesome btw no interest for 18 months) So I signed my savings away to save my damn cat....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Damn cat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You know what, that fucker will come home and lay on Tim and love on Tim and only care about me when he's not around even though I am ultimately the one who has chosen TWICE NOW to save his life.&lt;b&gt; Damn cat&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The vet did call this evening. Pawlie was out of surgery and doing well. Awake and they gave him food and water, and pain medication. No one is there over night they had asked if I had wanted him at the ER clinic for the night (700.00 stay) I declined, hopefully he does okay with what they gave him to last through the night. If not, well I am sorry if he has to be in some pain, but I could not justify a 700 dollar cost for someone to babysit my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So that was my day today.... All about that damn cat. I made hot dogs for dinner, Hell we didn't get home until 6. The day with the kids was well. I guess when the pets have all the drama, the kids chose to be well behaved. Heh. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I am glad I took the damn cat to the vet today. I am also glad he made it through surgery and his 4 of 9 lives... less if he has many more issues. Did I mention he has to have special food now for the REST of his life? how is this going to work with FOUR other cats I wonder? UGH. I also read that dry food is bad for cats, that they need moisture from the food they eat, because that is how they hydrate themselves... So I will also be spending more money on wet food, considering in the long run its quite cheaper to do that, than to spend 600.00 on bladder surgeries. Damn cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So that is all I have to say really. Damn cat. I am glad he's going to be okay. I hope one day he pulls me out of a burning building or something to repay me... Dials 911 something. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8309137265845458852?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8309137265845458852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/damn-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8309137265845458852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8309137265845458852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/damn-cat.html' title='Damn Cat!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5329388352_b48d084e2f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3393344358391090240</id><published>2011-10-17T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:09:23.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey crisp apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crock pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caramel'/><title type='text'>Watch your mouth! I can't my nose is in the way!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I had to work on Sunday. My husband was off, so it was nice that he had the house all cleaned for me by the time I got home. I was glad, because I had worked my butt off, at work... Literally almost. It was crazy busy for a Sunday (last Sunday I worked, we had 3 dine in and one delivery) This Sunday there were about 6 dine in tables, a party of THIRTY and nearly 10 Deliveries, all out to the other end of town (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So after a long hard Sunday I was ready to come home and relax. Watched a movie with my hubby. "Horrible Bosses" Good, funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today there was more drama at work. One employee was telling a story, and said one or more curse words, so the other employee said he needed to watch his mouth... As he continued his story, he used another curse word and this time the customer got in on the whole "REALLY? are you REALLY going to continue to curse?" There was if I was your boss I'd fire you and this and that. At one point I thought employee and customer were going to get into it. Then I thought the same with employee to employee... It was lovely. I don't do well with that kind of drama so my stomach was turning. Its all blown over now, I think. No harm no foul. What a day though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am making caramel while I sleep again tonight. In the crock pot. Super excited to eat some tomorrow with my Honey Crisp apple. Nomnomnom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and 2 of the kids are out of school this week, so that is a bowl full of cherries and then some! My little cousin turns FOUR weeks old already this Wednesday and Christmas is SO close to being here I am about to crap myself... How does time fly by so fast????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3393344358391090240?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3393344358391090240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch-your-mouth-i-cant-my-nose-is-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3393344358391090240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3393344358391090240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch-your-mouth-i-cant-my-nose-is-in.html' title='Watch your mouth! I can&apos;t my nose is in the way!!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3884684413991712212</id><published>2011-10-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:19:39.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best Aunt ever!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;First off, I have always said I was a lucky girl. I have an awesome family on both my own and on Tims side. Not everyone gets that. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today my Aunt got new furniture, and she gave US her old stuff. Mind you this couch love seat and chair do NOT look old, she takes SUCH nice care of things it still looks brand new to me. I have always loved her couches and now... they are MINE! I cannot wait to get our floors done and see my "real" living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had dinner at her house, her hubby took my kids to church then we had dessert and I, of course, held the baby the entire time. She's so beautiful and already growing quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today was a wonderful day and I feel very loved, and excited, and comfortable on my new couches!&amp;nbsp; Thank you Aunt Heather, your the bomb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3884684413991712212?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3884684413991712212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-best-aunt-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3884684413991712212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3884684413991712212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-best-aunt-ever.html' title='I have the best Aunt ever!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3483532532259946774</id><published>2011-10-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:02:59.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "wild" weekend!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So wild in fact there was not time to blog about it until now. Even now there is not really time, but I am taking it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The most excitement. Police at my door. Again. Yep. Just hand that mother of the year award right over. This is like the 3rd time a cop has shown up AT my door for one of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys were camping, just us girls. Destiny had just left for her home coming dance. I was pantless and relaxing on the couch when someone knocked at the door (which was open, just the screen shut) Hannah walked up to the door and comes back to me. "Mom. Its a police." She says very somber. O M G. The first thing that went through my mind (this is horrible) was &lt;i&gt;Dear Lord, the child &lt;b&gt;JUST LEFT&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; I immediately figured he was there for Destiny. Then my mom popped into my mind after all her boyfriend drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I have to walk by my open door, in order to get to my pants that I am not wearing. As I walk by I first realize it is, indeed a police. I motion to the fact that I am not wearing pants, and then put my finger up to let him know I will be to the door in a moment. Stick pants on and shaking, answer my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Turns out when Destiny got her new phone, and her old phone still had charge left Hannah was playing on it, games and the camera still work. It says "EMERGENCY CALL ONLY" or whatever and if you click that, it goes straight to 911. She had pushed that, and hung up when a picture showed of an ambulance. She didn't realize she'd even called, or connected. So although I thought it was VERY awesome that a no longer used phone without a SIM card in it would still lead them to my home... I was stressed the hell out that a police officer had been to my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I then realized that Promise, my angel child, is the only one who has not had police show up at my door (yet). She has walked around all weekend, shining her halo. Proud to be my angelic child for the time being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom's ex went to jail, and got out of jail. He is now saying while he was in jail someone, broke into his home. Family members say he's not in his right mind. He's drinking again I know that, as he had admitted it to me earlier when he was still calling me. Its a really sucky situation and I wish it could just end somehow. Its sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So other than the cops showing up, the weekend was pretty uneventful. I was a taxi driver, on a moped. That was quite the fun time. I feel under appreciated and over worked at home. At work I feel like, oh wait. I forgot I cant blog about how I feel about work. Well I feel like I was the only one there today, again. Another Monday alone. Whatever, I needed the money so it worked out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is a new day, and this week, this week I am OFF on Thursday, Destiny has her orthodontist appointment. I am going to sleep in and relax and enjoy my mid week day off, especially since I have to work on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3483532532259946774?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3483532532259946774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-wild-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3483532532259946774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3483532532259946774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-wild-weekend.html' title='Another &quot;wild&quot; weekend!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-65449629915090629</id><published>2011-10-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:57:44.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It started with the big boss critisizing my salad bar... or well his salad bar I guess. I put LOVE into that bar every day. Nothing is out on that bar that I myself would not eat or feed my family. The salads are all made by me, my recipes and I have been told how great they are on MORE than one occasion. I am all for someone asking for improvement but at least say something positive! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It made me feel better that by the end of the day the big boss instead was on my bosses ass for not watering plants. He then tried to make that my new job "gardener" but I refuse. I am NOT going to be in charge of those damn ugly ass flowers out front. Stick some fake shit out there and call it a day. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The hubby is gone for the weekend after being gone 2 days. I miss him already. I also miss my mini van. That moped is fun... but it loses that fun stuff after you HAVE to take it wherever you go. There is something to be said for doors, and windows that roll up and seat belts and not having to wear a helmet. Plus that wind today wanted to blow me right over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So its eleven PM and I am exhausted. Not sure why I am so very sleepy lately. I feel drained emotionally and mentally as well as physically. I am calling it a night, I have control of the remote tonight so TV land here I come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-65449629915090629?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/65449629915090629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/65449629915090629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/65449629915090629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4721076124799896561</id><published>2011-10-05T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:39:04.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control of the remote!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Hubby and the boy are gone. A trip to Little Rock. I miss them like crazy when they go away but I must admit, some girl time is nice too. Its nice to just sit and giggle and have control of the remote and watch whatever I want to. Which tonight will be the Biggest Loser episode I missed last night. Such excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I have the second vehichle which is now a moped for the next two days and then also this weekend. This is not such a big deal, but it is trying at times. For example I can only ride one kid with me to any given place. I cannot go to the grocery and get a big ass thing of cat litter, and a gallon of milk and carton of eggs... So... yeah it does make things difficult but we will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its funny though. I find that I am usually pretty willing to help my friends and family out. Giving rides when they are without a car. Letting someone stay with us when they have to fumigate or something... I rarely ask for help myself, because I hate to do it. So whenever I do break down and ask, its usually because I REALLY need the help and nearly always I am shot down. Whatever. Karma is not working out in that way for me... some day I guess, maybe it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to my Aunts and held her precious newborn baby for as long as I possibly could stand it today. She's the cutest thing and I know, within a blink of an eye she will be walking and talking, and although that too will be the cutest thing ever... I LOVE newborns so I am sucking in every moment I can without creeping out my Aunt or making her sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess I really had nothing much to blog, I just wanted to do it since it had been a while. I can't really blog about work crap because I get in trouble for it. I can say I was late yesterday... You see Tim took the van to the dentist, and I was going to take the moped to work... I got all up on the moped and realized that I didnt have a key to open at work... It was on the van key ring. SO. I called who I could and told them I would be late, and I indeed was late by 20 minuets. I was reamed out a bit today by "Big J" for being late. He said at one point "well if your going to be late then you need to let us know ahead of time." Now really? I mean I did not PLAN on being late. If I had planned on it, I would not have been late, it would have been scheduled that way afterall, because I would have said something before. Sometimes... Shit happens "Big J" I wonder if he's ever late? Whatever though I mean I don't think it was THAT big of a deal, he just had to say something because that is what he has to do. I was late, it was my fault. I have since made my work keys SEPERATE from the cars so no matter what I am riding to work, driving riding a bike getting a ride from a stranger... I will have the correct keys on me. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Off to lay on my honey bunches side of the bed, and watch my shows. Night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4721076124799896561?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4721076124799896561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/control-of-remote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4721076124799896561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4721076124799896561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/10/control-of-remote.html' title='Control of the remote!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2707428721758992658</id><published>2011-09-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:43:12.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom of speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new bread recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot clorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Stalker Tendancies</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It seems odd to me, that someone who was always getting mad at me, who felt that I was "shitty to work with" Still takes time out of their day, to read, and then go on to talk about what they read, in my blogs.&amp;nbsp; I guess its like that quote, &lt;i&gt;"Love me or hate me, either way your thinking about me" &lt;/i&gt;ha. Insane in a way really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So work went really well today. Busy but not insanely so. Just enough to keep us moving and make time pass by the way it should. Then I get home and I am told that I apparently have a stalker, so once again I am told I should keep what I say in MY Blogs to myself. Freedom of speech is an awesome thing. I am not going to stop blogging, I enjoy it. I enjoy going back and remembering my crazy days, or remembering how I thought something was the end of the world and when I go back and read it thinking oh wow... It gets so much worse! I love re reading the funny things my kids have said and done, and the odd stories customers have told me. Also the blog is my outlet to just get off my chest whatever I want to. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it, its not like I am shoving it into anyones face. I blog, and you can go to my blog or you can not. I don't care. I wont block certain people, or make it private or anything else. I don't care if people read it, or don't. I blog for me, not you, not her, not him. Its all for me. Its a selfish blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tonight for dinner I am trying out a recipe for "bread bowls" and since, I took all that time, making the bowls... I had hubby go by a "Mix" to make the soup. Cheating I know. But I worked SO hard on the bowls themselves... Of course while hubby was at the store, and I was "blogging" about my day and my apparent stalker. I smelled this smell. My bread, that was rising? Yeah its in the oven... That I for some reason TURNED ON. Just an FYI the oven should NOT be turned ON for your bread to rise. ESPECIALLY if your bread is covered with a cloth, your favorite sunflower cloth... and ESPECIALLY not if your bread is in a PLASTIC bowl. Yeah. Thats lovely. Dinner's going to be a little bit later than last expected. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2707428721758992658?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2707428721758992658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/stalker-tendancies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2707428721758992658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2707428721758992658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/stalker-tendancies.html' title='Stalker Tendancies'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8319720939624127606</id><published>2011-09-28T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:54:00.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairy ball sack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balls'/><title type='text'>How Do You Highlight a Day Like Today?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;You really can't sum it up into one paragraph. Most days I have you can't but today was one of those days where so many memorable things happen...Memorable in the sense that you wish you could forget it all memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let's see. Work. We'll start there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;First Miss M, chose today to try out her "new" anxiety medication. it "makes her legs feel like jello" and made her have a look of someone who might have just had a six pack on her face. She chose to try this out before work, which apparently makes her anxious, on our busiest day of the week. She was trying to get to go home I think... I told her she should not ask to go home on our normally busiest day... She says she asks to go home every day. This is true, but even so. Just so ya know, try your new drugs out on lets say your day off, for the first time, so you know how it makes you feel, before you have to focus and all that at work while on it. Oh well that was just Miss M being Miss M I guess. She's a great girl and insanely funny and fun to work with... So I will get over her silly pill poppin' calling in butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we are all sitting around, waiting for bossman to bring our checks. Eating lunch, and basically goofing off. Were all off the clock so its okay. For some reason I mention the fact that I finally, have shaved my legs. Jules says hers are pretty hairy... when Cman chimes in with "I haven't shaved my balls in a while... Im letting them grow out for the winter" UM OMG? Really? Later when I mention this to bossman, who by the way let me know HE ALREADY HEARD... Cman told bossman that I had brought the subject up. Um no. I brought up shaving my LEGS. I did not bring up balls, at all. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So then at home, Bailey boy had stayed home... He was sick, but by time I get back with the girls from school, he's up and around and he's found a STRAY DOG. This dog is FAT and well taken care of. I know she has a home, and I PRAY he finds it, because he has a soft spot in his heart for animals like his daddy... and we do NOT I REPEAT DO NOT need another dog or cat or any animal for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So after 2 hours, knocking on various doors and making friends with several little elderly people he had not yet found doggie's home... As he was on his way back to the house... Someone stops. The OWNERS!!! They had been out looking for the pooch and YAY reunited and it felt SO good. Dog was happy, owners were thrilled and so thankful and my son had done a good deed so he felt good as well. Me, I am enthralled because now I don't have to keep chubby pup while we put up FOUND DOG fliers and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made salsa this evening for dinner, along with our tacos. My salsa tastes JUST LIKE THAT of the favorite Mexican place we go to! The kids are thrilled. This is great news, and it was SO cheap to make. Cheaper than buying salsa. That was exciting as well. My tacos were also yummy. I got these "authentic" taco shells and they were pretty nummers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and at work, a lady said that the macaroni salad on the bar (That I make from scratch) was "The best she'd ever tasted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course the day had its crappy parts as well. The dog pissed in Bailey's room. He got irritated with me when I helped him with homework. Destiny is mad at someone and won't tell me who, shes talking to her dad again, which is good, but she explained just makes her even more sad that she can't see him more... Hannah is mad that I wont let her read TO ME every single night, how dare I expect her to read to herself now and then... and the moped battery went dead, a new one even though SO much tinier than a cars battery, cost the same. Go figure. So my paycheck I got today? What paycheck? Yeah... That's right. Oh and the fact that Cmans' hairy balls are stuck in my head.... Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8319720939624127606?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8319720939624127606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-you-highlight-day-like-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8319720939624127606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8319720939624127606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-you-highlight-day-like-today.html' title='How Do You Highlight a Day Like Today?'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1865884009738155384</id><published>2011-09-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:42:12.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constipation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepto bismol'/><title type='text'>All Kinds of $hit</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So what's been up with me? Read the title. Lots of $hit. Nothing too major or full of drama though. That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kids have been going to school. Hannah had her first big project, she loved it, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/315523_10150450252169972_772414971_11117769_1717728712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/315523_10150450252169972_772414971_11117769_1717728712_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt had her baby, Emma Marie, the most beautiful baby ever thus far! I am honestly in love with her, and would totally kidnap her if not for the fact that I know my Aunt is the milk maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those sweet baby cuddles. Luckily my Aunt lives near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Work has been going pretty well. Everyone getting along for the most part. No 2 days are alike that is for sure. Between Grant making a "dough dick" and Misty whining out her nose every day is something new, and equally as insane as the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/312015_10150451085459972_772414971_11122281_1941885743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/312015_10150451085459972_772414971_11122281_1941885743_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I noticed this past week, that every day, we would have at least one conversation about shit. Its almost like Forrest Gump and the whole "SHRIMP" thing with Bubba. We have spoken about: Snake shit. Shitting too often. Being constipated from the consumption of pepto when shitting too often. Sex shit (don't ask, Misty gagged) baby shit (read about about Aunt having baby). Red Velvet shit. oh and Bossman's wife had surgery of her colon, and was unable to shit but then had a prescription called in, and after one dose, all was well and she wont need to go to the hospital shit (hallelujah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So that is how shit has been going around here. Not all shitty. Its actually been a really nice however long its been since I last blogged. Life is good today, I cannot complain (I know right?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1865884009738155384?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1865884009738155384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-kinds-of-hit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1865884009738155384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1865884009738155384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-kinds-of-hit.html' title='All Kinds of $hit'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7692985972193499386</id><published>2011-09-14T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:41:02.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;A little boy who was a customer of mine the other day, thought I was funny. He was looking at mom and grandma through his binoculars and they would make a funny face, so when he looked at me, I guess he didn't expect me to make a face, but I did. Because I was so funny he wanted to tell me his newest joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Knock Knock"&lt;/span&gt; Who's there? &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Impatient cow"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Impatient cow wh--- &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"MOOOOOOO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As much as I am sure a book about nothing but the odd, and funny things my kids say would be interesting, I also think a blog about things said, and done at work would be a best seller too. Today for example. Bossman was cooking pasta, I noticed it was about to be overcooked and since he was interviewing someone, I drained his pasta... Later to gain the recognition needed I let him know. "Thanks for draining my noodle, Clorie" Over heard from a customer by Bossman this very same day "I've never been called a cracker!" If only the customers heard half of the things that have been said... LOL. Thankfully they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life has been crazy. Kids have been well behaved despite my lack of good parenting... Fighting and all that still. The house is always messy none of them cleans up after themselves wroth a damn. I also went from having a part time job,... to working 30 hours to make my health insurance stay active, to now working nearly 40 hours a week this month. I got a raise, so more hours just makes my check that much happier... but still. I feel stretched a bit thinner than I am used to and its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom has left Don and I am caught somewhere in the middle somehow. I love Don, he's been like a father to me for quite a while, hell he's more of a father than my "dad" is or has ever been... So of course I still want him to be a part of mine, and my childrens lives...but he's still really sad about my mom leaving and has things to say that are not so nice about her, and well quite frankly she's my mom... and I love her no matter what and don't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I am stuck in the middle, stretched further than I think I want to be, I need a nice long day off, without kids. Anyone want to come and babysit for me? No? Didn't think so. Ha! I'll get through it, but I hope a girls night is in the works for some time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7692985972193499386?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7692985972193499386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/knock-knock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7692985972193499386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7692985972193499386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6499051748813534366</id><published>2011-09-04T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:38:57.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAVY'/><title type='text'>Protect and Serve.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Some may do that for our Country and I have full respect for those putting their life on the line for our freedom. I would like to give my utmost thanks to all of the brave men and woman of our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That being said, whatever your job... If you are a parent, that comes first or it is at least some what of a priority in your life. In my life it is. No matter where i am at, my kids are on my mind, able to reach me, and I am there to tell them I love them, often probably more so than they want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When your a million miles away, online is a powerful tool. I have a friend who's husband is overseas, but guess what. He is there at night "sleeping" with them over skype. He was "there" for the birth of their beautiful daughter and he calls, emails, and does all that as often as he can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I did not find it surprising that it had been nearly a month since my girls had had any kind of contact with their dad. When I seen he had added this person and that person as a friend on facebook though, I asked if he'd talked to them. No. Then when I seen he was able to get on facebook to wish his nephew happy birthday I again asked the girls if they had heard from their dad. Any emails, texts or facebook messages? No. So when I seen he was able to not only upload a photo of himself, but also respond to posts on that photo, and again asked my girls, have you spoken to your dad...No. I got a little shitty. No I got a lot shitty. How is it you can wish a nephew happy birthday talk about what gun it is you have on you in your photo you just uploaded, tell someone to tell dad hi for you, and add over 10 people as friends but you don't have not one precious moment to say "HEY GIRLS" to your 2 beautiful daughters????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was told to "let the man do his job" by a stranger to me, friend to him. I was also told that "The net is slow and he is not on it often at all" by him. and that he "cannot text his phone is not even activated" by his wife. No but the net is not so slow that he cannot add friends, update photos and wish happy birthdays to other family members, I am guessing the girls will get a lovely happy birthday message when that time of year rolls around. No since wasting your precious time until then with the "slow net" only for bitrthdays and adding friends and uploading photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let the man do his job. Well he is doing his job obviously. I am certain it sucks to be on a ship, middle of the ocean miles away from any family and friends... but it also sucks to be that mans daughter and see him adding friends, uploading photos and not taking just a moment to tell you hello and that he loves you. His job is also to be a father of my girls and I don't think I am expecting too much from him at all. So fuck you chick I don't know for your rude ass comment. As far as my Jerry springer shit I am posting on face book well fuck you for that too. Don't like it, don't read it. God forbid someone else realize what a scum bag POS he can be right? he's in the service, fighting for our country so that means he's an upstanding man and he should be bowed down in front of toes kissed? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have the hardest job in the world. I am a mom. I am here day in and day out and when the girls are upset with me, for punishing them, I don't get to just let them be mad, and wait for them to crawl back to me. I have to be a mom regardless. I have to deal with it day in and day out, and you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my job, but its just as hard some days as being on a ship a million miles away from it all... I can't get away, even when I am away, I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Heh, not even Aunt Flo time and I am like this... wow. Happy 3 day weekend to all of those that get one. I myself have to work tomorrow. Not only my job of "mom" but my actual job as well. Happy Labor day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6499051748813534366?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6499051748813534366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/protect-and-serve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6499051748813534366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6499051748813534366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/protect-and-serve.html' title='Protect and Serve.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6566634919655347802</id><published>2011-09-01T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:16:17.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love and why do things change</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Love, to me, is knowing when you come home, you have arms to fall into. Someone who sees your side, and sides with you, but can also point out where your wrong, when you are. Love is being able to tell your deepest darkest things about yourself and knowing they will not go anywhere. To me that is love. I think love is different for everyone. I totally understand falling out of love as well. Falling out of love sucks for the one that you have fallen out of love with, but also for you if you have fallen out of love. Telling someone this is never easy I would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am still madly in love with my husband. That is not what this blog is about. My husband welcomes me home, loves me when I am ugly, sticks by my side when I am a bitch and holds me when I am upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom, has fallen out of love. Quite a while ago I believe. its taken some time, and someone new, to finally convince her that, she needs to come clean, admit that she is not in love and do something about it. Of course that is never easy, and when the someone your with is mentally and physically challenged in ways, well I am certain you feel even more badly about saying what you have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So my mom is leaving her boy friend of 13 years. She has fallen in love with someone else, and he makes her happy. Why shouldn't she be happy? My mom does anything for anybody any time. She would give her last dollar to a cracked out hooker if she felt like it would help her in anyway. My mom is the most selfless person I know. I am happy that she is ready to do something for herself, and for her own happiness. At the same time I am sad. Sad for the changes in store, and sad for her boyfriend. I try to think heck maybe he feels the same way she's felt for so long and he feels stuck as well. I do not think that is the case though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids wonder if he's still going to be their "papa" and if the new boyfriend will also be their "papa" I don't have answers to either question. I remember my parents separating when I was about 10. I don't remember it being this hard. I think when your 10 you think less about how someones life might be turned upside down because of a decision like this... Your too busy thinking only about your own world, that is flip flopping every moment parents together or apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;speaking of parents... My dad never has responded to my letter. This hurts. In my heart I guess I knew, that he would not respond. I didn't really want to even send the stupid letter. It sucks that someone who was your parent, who cared for you and all that, just can give up and let go so easily. It sucks to feel like you were disposable. That is how I feel though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Work went much better today. Even though they forgot to give me my raise on my check... Next check should have it, and that is cool I guess. So far all 3 new girls are sticking. Been almost 3 weeks for the first 2. That is almost a new record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids are doing great. School year routine is in effect and going pretty well. Bedtime is early and I get time to myself with my husband and that helps lower the stress levels in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am really worried about my mom. Her safety. I know her boyfriend loves her, but I just hope he doesn't love her so much that he flips out when she tells him she's leaving. Its always been in the back of my mind that he might... I would hate for him to hurt himself and her feel like it was her fault and even more so I pray that he will not do anything to harm her if he gets upset. I pray for her strength and his understanding with everything I have. I am hopeful it will go smoothly and he will still be the kids "papa" and they can remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lets go, on to tomorrow. Friday. Bring it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6566634919655347802?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6566634919655347802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-love-and-why-do-things-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6566634919655347802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6566634919655347802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-love-and-why-do-things-change.html' title='what is love and why do things change'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-9053965806310111441</id><published>2011-08-30T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:03:52.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. lab work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour canadian bacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>not everything i say requires a response.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;first off let me say, my shift key is not working so nothing is uppercase today. so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; the new chick at work is driving me...crazy. short drive i know but even so. like seriously. crazy. she argues with everything, butts into any conversation started without her in it, and denies anything being done wrong. she's new, making a mistake is going to happen. if you do it, fess up, and get on. your not in trouble. shut up. quit denying it just say ok, and get on with life. it does not always require a response. just do it. or don't do it, whatever fits in the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have customers like the lady today. she and her friends all got their pizzas. when i walked by i stopped to check on the table. i noticed that the lady was asking her friend to sniff her slice of pizza, of which she had taken one bite of. i asked if everything was okay 'it tasted funny when i took a bite' she says 'here taste it," she tries to get her friends to taste it, one sniffs and says it smells just fine. i told her if she did not like it that i could make her another pizza, no problem. 'well maybe its just me then" she says, as she takes another bite. 'nope, its the ham..' she says bite in her mouth making a face. let me take that from you ma'am what kind would you like me to bring you instead i say as i start to pull away the plate. she grabs my arm... SPITS her bite out onto the plate, and tells me she would prefer pepperoni. um. ewe? yes ma'am, i will get one right in for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;so add together the odd customers, the fact that my oldest daughter invited over 2 friends after school for dinner and a ride to a game i knew nothing about until 4pm, and that new girl #1 is annoying the shit out of me... and i am thinking i need to have some (more) wine tonight. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-9053965806310111441?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/9053965806310111441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-everything-i-say-requires-response.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9053965806310111441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9053965806310111441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-everything-i-say-requires-response.html' title='not everything i say requires a response.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4052476415860858732</id><published>2011-08-23T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:13:50.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerously Low Level TP</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This is not my story, it is Bossmans, but I do believe it is true. Because I know Dan, and the things he says and I can see this happening. I asked bossmans permission in telling his story on my blog and was told it was fine, its to strange/funny not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dan is a regular customer, he comes in 2-3 times a week most weeks. He lives in an apartment near by and walks to the grocery store to get cereal and cat food and just get out. When he is done, he will stop in to our store, for some soda, and to cool off, warm up, or just be away from his house I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dan is simple. I am not sure what, exactly is wrong with him, but he's not all there. He comes in and asks very politely for a diet coke. He will drink diet coke upon diet coke while watching TV (flipping channels if he's allowed the remote) and several times, upwards of 20 on occasion he will excuse himself to use the bathroom. He is normally in there for a while. Customers have had to use the ladies room, because Dan has been hogging&amp;nbsp; the mens so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I guess a few nights ago, Dan let bossman know that the TP in the men's room was getting low. Bossman went in there later (after things were clear) and there was a good amount. For a man's restroom it was a very good amount, and would last about 2 weeks or so. The roll was not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well then last night Dan came in. His normal routine of diet cokes and bathroom breaks. I guess after his first bathroom break Dan went to get Bossman, "Excuse me sir, but your toilet paper in the Men's bathroom is getting&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; dangerously low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" he insisted. Bossman looked and there was still enough to last a while, being that it is a men's room and they only wipe now and again.... Later when Dan excused himself to go use the restroom, he bypassed the mens room and the dangerously low level of TP and opted to go in the ladies room where apparently the levels were less of a risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/4847519183_ab511b5ac7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/4847519183_ab511b5ac7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This just makes me wonder what Dan would think of Dollar Generals &lt;a href="http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-cant-spare-even-square-you-must.html"&gt;"compare to scotts"&lt;/a&gt; brand Toilet paper? I bet he would have considered it "dangerously thin" I know I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4052476415860858732?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4052476415860858732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/dangerously-low-level-tp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4052476415860858732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4052476415860858732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/dangerously-low-level-tp.html' title='Dangerously Low Level TP'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/4847519183_ab511b5ac7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7633179843428028385</id><published>2011-08-22T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:25:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QBC</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This would be my new nickname I was told today at work. It stands for "Queen Bee Clorie" Do I take this as a compliment, or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7633179843428028385?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7633179843428028385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/qbc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7633179843428028385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7633179843428028385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/qbc.html' title='QBC'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3834704890200497362</id><published>2011-08-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:09:12.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go, Moving Up</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I am not really a huge fan of change. I like the same routine for the most part. Today my routine changed since I had to work on a Sunday. Well I didn't have to, I was asked to and said yes. It was not a bad day. Not busy at wall so I just cleaned this table that is always icky looking. I scrubbed it until it was shiny, and then I felt good about a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So then when bossman got there, and I should be going home. Suddenly T man is leaving... Without taking his run. I am then told he's been let go. This is a bummer. I would hate to be the bossman because letting someone go is never easy or fun. Unlike my unstressful job of waiting tables. So T man is no longer with us, which means my routine is changing, because many of my days, were working with T man. I can't say he was the hardest worker we've had, but he showed up and did what he needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On a brighter note I was offered a promotion of sorts. As we all know I am the server that has been there by far the longest, in fact, I have been there longer than the boss or any other employee in the store. Remember how I said maybe Sunday will earn me brownie points? Well apparently it has. I have been offered a bit of a higher pay to add on some more responsibilities. Not like bossman, but just a bit more. I think I would like to do this, I cannot believe I am even saying that. Normally I would not want any more things on my plate... I guess I am really growing up. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and my girls night out! I had a night out with the girls last night. I was actually invited to tag along! We went to this bar and grill place, and I had a nice time. It was nice getting out, away from the kids (and the husband) and just talking crap and enjoying myself. I hope to get invited to tag along more often. I hope I was fun. The other girls were crazy. Some really drunk guy came to our table slurring so bad, you could not even understand him. It was hilarious. Boob girl (name left out to protect the innocent) shoved her tatas into some limo type guys car and asked him how much for a ride... It was a great night with memories that you can't get anywhere else than a bar I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So even though I had to work, this weekend was a pretty decent one. I came home from work to a house that had been cleaned, by my 15 year old daughter. Still wondering what she did wrong that she's making up for.... I am sure I will find out eventually... Until then I will just enjoy the fact that my sink was empty, litterbox cleaned, laundry folded, and all that jazz. Don't question why dude, just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wow I just realized Monday is tomorrow, already. Blah. Oh well the kids are back to school so that is a plus! Here we go, new week, new routine, new plans and new dreams. Bring it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3834704890200497362?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3834704890200497362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/letting-go-moving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3834704890200497362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3834704890200497362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/letting-go-moving-up.html' title='Letting Go, Moving Up'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-2522671592600354197</id><published>2011-08-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:07:07.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. lab work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><title type='text'>Rude Reseptionist</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So today I had to have lab work done because of some medication I am on. I called last week to make an appointment and was told I did not need one, just the work order sent in from whoever needed the work done. So I had the dermatologist call in my lab work order Tuesday. Today, Friday was when I had to have the blood work done. The lady on the phone was a bit rude with me last week, but I blew that off as no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So today I get to the Dr. and I go to the front desk "Sign in" she says. I try to say I am there for labs, and "SIGN IN" She interrupts. So I sign in and continue to stand there so I can tell her the reason I am there... She is on the phone so I wait. "Just go have a seat, I will call you up." I again, tried to let her know I was there for labs when she shut the little door/window thing and went back to talk to a co-worker. Um. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I sit down. Ten minuets pass and I can hear her talking to the lab lady, I hear her mention my name and say labs and how they can't find orders for them. So she opens her window and calls me up. "I dont have any paperwork for you, what do you need done." I tell her I need labs, for my dermatologist, they should have called the order in Tuesday. "OH well we were looking for orders from your Dr. Dr. Yawn.... Next time, LET me KNOW that you are here for another office so that she does not waste her time looking for something that is not there!" She says to me. Um. I did try to tell you, MORE THAN ONCE and you told me to sit down. After I said that, she shut her little window and went back to being a bitch behind glass I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So then I get my lab work done, by someone who is experienced this time... Thankfully. When I am done I have to "check out" with miss Bitch lady. So I hand her the papers to check out, she looks them over and says "Ok, well if its not covered we'll bill you." Alrighty, thanks! No response. I say YOUR WELCOME as I walk away from her... What I really want to do is punch her in her fucking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I plan, like the dollar general toilet paper, to email someone about this. Not sure who but I will be emailing or sending a letter to someone. There are a LOT of people who need a job in this economy, and I am thinking someone more friendly would be more than willing to take her spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Work is going well. I guess. Two new girls are training and doing alright I suppose. One drives me batty and one I like quite a bit. But the one that drives me batty knows what she is doing a lot more than the one I like better. So its a 50/50 split really. If I could somehow morph them into one person they would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and I got suckered into working Sunday. Opening. I have one two days to sleep in, and I just gave one away. Booo hisss. When will I learn to say NO? Oh well, I could use the hours and the extra money and the brownie points I may or may not get for doing it I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and I am going OUT saturday night. A girls night out. When was my last one? Uh... Over a year ago. I am so ready to get out and just not be mom for a few hours.... I am leaving my phone at home (I say that but we all know I will take it with, and check it often, but have it on mute lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there is my Friday. Just home long enough to dump off kids, tell them what to make for dinner, and take these contacts out of my eyes. They are bugging the crap outta me! TGIF friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-2522671592600354197?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2522671592600354197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/rude-reseptionist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2522671592600354197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/2522671592600354197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/rude-reseptionist.html' title='Rude Reseptionist'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-9189091114523574642</id><published>2011-08-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:42:45.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potato salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs more salt'/><title type='text'>Salty.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Why is it when you do something wrong, people will point it out, over and over and notice every detail, but the things that you do right... They go unnoticed for ages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Training at work this week has been tiring. I have been super busy so its hard to actually train someone... I have to get my tables taken care of. I have the kids just getting into the swing of things with school, and training myself to go to bed early has proven unsuccessful. I basically feel over worked and under slept. As I mentioned on facebook I think there are plenty of hours in the day... I need more hours at night, to work with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kids are all adjusting well to school life again. Still going to sleep easily at night, which I know wont last so I am enjoying it while I can. I cannot believe I have a child who is a sophomore this year. I am still not believing that actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is super busy, we have Dr visits, I have blood work done, Girl scout meeting to attend and then a split shift at work as well. Whooop whooop. Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-9189091114523574642?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/9189091114523574642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/salty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9189091114523574642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/9189091114523574642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/salty.html' title='Salty.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6636966901487936222</id><published>2011-08-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:57:16.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dollar general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet paper'/><title type='text'>You can't spare even a square? You must have a square to spare!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I have toilet paper issues. I got Dollar General brand "compare to SCOTT" tissue. Now Scott is what I normally buy. My friends make fun of me for buying 1 ply paper, but I tell you what. A roll lasts a WEEK when a normal "BIG ROLL" 2 ply lasts 2 days tops. I love my Scott's 1 ply and its what I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, at Dollar General I saw the cheaper COMPARE TO brand and thought why not.... I'll tell you why not. Its HORRIBLE quality. The kids caught me in my bathroom the other day cussing at the toilet paper. I think it even made on child's facebook status. As I would pull one MAYBE 2 squares would come off and then RIP. Now if you've ever used 1 ply, or for that matter even 2 ply you NEED more than 1 or 2 squares regardless of what you have done in the bathroom.... Heck even to blow your nose! So the kids hear me cussing out toilet paper, laugh and then guess what.... When they later had to go, THEY were yelling at toilet paper too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2611804359_2112acfdaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2611804359_2112acfdaa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I was proactive and I sent an email to Dollar General and I told them that this product was a piece of crap, and didn't work for wiping such!! :OP~ Wonder if I will get&amp;nbsp; reply!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;New girl being trained, well 2 actually. One came in an hour late her first day so I do not have high hopes for her... The other seems super nice, I really like her, and I hope she stays, although you never know whats going to happen.... Such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6636966901487936222?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6636966901487936222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-cant-spare-even-square-you-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6636966901487936222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6636966901487936222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-cant-spare-even-square-you-must.html' title='You can&apos;t spare even a square? You must have a square to spare!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2611804359_2112acfdaa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-193620461598789867</id><published>2011-08-11T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:39:45.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no call no show'/><title type='text'>OH boy!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Time to TRAIN someone again!!! Wooo hoooo! The "new girl" has left us I guess. Just stopped showing up. No call, no show. Just nothing. I recently seen her active on face book but she ignores my attempts to chat and my wall post. I guess that is that. Not sure what happened, as far as I knew she was making money, which she needed (dont we all) and enjoyed the job. Guess not. Maybe something better was out there for her. Regardless its nice to get a call, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I guess were getting 2 new servers, and I get to train them... My favorite thing to do!!! I just love being responsible for the new kid, and babysitting while I work, its fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Other than work, the kids have went back to school!!! Today was the little ones first day, and Monday they will all be back in session! Thank goodness!!! I feel like I have been waiting so long but then now that they are back I think wow, where did summer go??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185501_10150401118539972_772414971_10682565_5985095_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185501_10150401118539972_772414971_10682565_5985095_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish we could have done more things, money has been tight, what's new. Not to mention with "new girls" I am unable to take a day off for anything... So that makes it hard to really go anywhere fun. Hopefully we can have a end of September trip to the zoo/aquarium. I still have my change bucket piling up with more and more change each day (even more now that I am the only server at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We traded our car in for a moped, so that will save on gas, and insurance... which is awesome as long as my husband does not kill himself on the damn thing, I will not regret the trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So that has been life in the world of Clorie-ville. Not too much new stuff, same ole' same ole' working, cleaning, dealing with kids, (oh and teenagers.... OMG....) life as we know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-193620461598789867?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/193620461598789867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/193620461598789867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/193620461598789867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-boy.html' title='OH boy!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-861852012006581611</id><published>2011-08-04T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:48:12.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Bee... That's ME!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It goes without saying that quite often people try to get out of doing their job. Many times I have come to work, to dirty tables, floors, trash not taken out, even dishes in the sink... Among other things. Does it make me mad? Of course, if you have ever read even one of my blogs, you would probably have not had to ask that question. This is my outlet and I often vent about others not doing their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So yesterday I had a lot going on. I had to get my husband from work, as our second vehicle has chosen to not start anymore. I had to get blood work done and look into moped ownership. My mind was not all there at work and I guess dishes were still in the sink when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I come in to work this morning, very happy with the way things looked. The girl that only works two days a week at our store always works hard and does a great job. I have never been upset with the close when it has been her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to do some dishes when opening this morning and find a note, printed out from our computer that reads " Your Mommy Do not work here. If you waited on the tables and made the tips, you should do the dishes, the night crew should not have to clean up your mess" Or something like that. I know that "My mommy DO NOT work here" I would probably be even less likely to have left dishes in the sink if she did, honestly. It was a rough day, I did not mean to leave dishes and quite honestly 90% of the time I do my fair share plus some at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Were going to need a lot more printer ink if were supposed to be leaving a snooty note for every thing that is not done by the other shift every day. Sam's club roll of tape too please. So needless to say that set my mood for the day. It did not make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So of course I went on and on about my "love note" throughout the day.... Saying I would leave a note for like everything that was brought up... Mostly being funny but annoyed at the same time. Later bossman was telling the other guy who came to help out today that I was the "Queen Bee" and since I was, all the drones work hard to protect me, because without the queen there would be no colony. LOL! This put me in a bit of a better mood. They love me... They REALLY love me. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So that was my day today. Were looking into getting a moped, the car will not start, it has been running on its last leg quite honestly for a very VERY long time. Its 16 years old... and has so many issues. Its amazing its lasted this long, but I do not want to plunk more money into it, so the moped route is looking like the best for us. That should be fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-861852012006581611?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/861852012006581611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/queen-bee-thats-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/861852012006581611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/861852012006581611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/queen-bee-thats-me.html' title='Queen Bee... That&apos;s ME!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4162322504220332607</id><published>2011-08-01T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:32:49.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have used a break.</title><content type='html'>I guess I have to wait until summer is over, and school is in session. I think I will take a day off work...Although I know in my head that is not possible because there is not anyone to cover my shift... Regardless I will have that hour, after work before school is out, all to myself. Just me, myself and I. I have missed that. I have needed that. I wish I had that every day. So school is back in session for the first 2 in just 10 days... I have started the count down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course the end of this month is filled with dr visits, dentist orthodontist and all that fun stuff. It just never really ends. Such is my crazy life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4162322504220332607?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4162322504220332607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-could-have-used-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4162322504220332607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4162322504220332607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-could-have-used-break.html' title='I could have used a break.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8944438373081563382</id><published>2011-07-30T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:54:08.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 legged cat'/><title type='text'>Potty training our 3 legged cat?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; So Pawlie, the cat who has his leg amputated last year I guess, has it been a year? Not quite I dont think. Regardless, he's doing great. He gets around well, his only problem is itching that one side of his own head, he will lean over and move his "stump" but nothing happens and he looks a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So last night I see pawlie "sitting" in the bathroom. He sits a little oddly seeing as how he does not have a back leg. This sit though, seems to be a squat to me... Although I am not sure. "Tim, I think the cat might be taking a piss on the bathroom floor." I say. So he goes in there, "DAMN CAT" He says as he picks the cat up, and unlike what would normally happen, Pawlie continues to piss... So my husband,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; HOLDS HIM OVER THE TOILET AND ALLOWS HIM TO FINISH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Only Tim. So yesterday my cat, took a piss in the toilet. Lovely eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great though, I needed the laugh yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8944438373081563382?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8944438373081563382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/potty-training-our-3-legged-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8944438373081563382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8944438373081563382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/potty-training-our-3-legged-cat.html' title='Potty training our 3 legged cat?'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-7371710511596877869</id><published>2011-07-27T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:39:45.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead beat dads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst week ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>What a Loaded Question right now.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;How are you? I get asked it by almost every table that sits in my section at work. They don't really want to know. They want to hear&amp;nbsp; "Great, and you." Ive discussed this before. But today, when I heard someone ask me I just wanted to cry. I said "great, and you????" With a smile on my face, because well this is work, and you put your game face on, do your job and make money... but how am I? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have had the hardest 2 weeks, of my life... So far. That is how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My teenager is being a teenager. picked up at 2am by police, that phone call was nearly the end of me. Not knowing where she was an entire night. Got a tattoo, yeah... A tattoo. I tell her dad, who is immediately pissed. Then her trip to Indiana has been taken away as "punishment" from this man, and this woman who are hardly in her life. This crushed her, and her sister who does not want to go if she doesnt... It also crushed me. First off, to be hurfully honest, because that is why I blog... I was looking forward to 2 weeks without the teenage girls. Just the little, easy to handle, kids. Secondly because I know how much both girls were looking forward to this trip, since they were told about it. I have always said not to get hopes up when it came to the things dad said he would do... but this time, I really didn't think it would get taken away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So of course, The child is not too happy with her father, and she said some hurtful things online about him. She is upset and rightfully so in my opinion. Someone who is in your life once a year for a few days, really does not have the right to punish, in my opinion. Regardless the trip is off, she is upset and I am as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;SO I have the whole crazy week of teenage daughter drama, I have the whole dad who's not around much, now giving punishments and being hated... And somewhere, somehow in the back of my mind I keep thinking how its been over a month... Since I wrote my dad a letter, and he's not yet given enough of a shit, to write back to me. He's a four hour drive from me, and I know he got my letter because my Uncle told me he has... Still nothing. So how am I? I am stressed out. Sleep deprived. Sad. and slightly on the edge of a mental breakdown possibly. That is how I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;School is out and the kids are NOT on a routine at all. They are up too late, sleeping in too late, and fighting constantly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and then at work, I get asked to do something simple, remember to clock out, I thought I had been, swear I have been but apparently not... I got defensive and am told to hold an "adult conversation" which nearly makes me cry at my damn work, which I do not do... &lt;b&gt;There is no crying in Pizza!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh and last night, when I felt it was safe, I was alone to let some stress go, and cry... My husband tells me everything is done and over with and I should be fine, and that I have no reason to cry... As if I&amp;nbsp; need a reason. I am a girl. I leak. Oh yes, speaking of leaking, its also my week. DING DING DING. Making this the worst.week.of my life.... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So far.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I'm fine, Thanks for asking. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-7371710511596877869?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7371710511596877869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-loaded-question-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7371710511596877869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/7371710511596877869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-loaded-question-right-now.html' title='What a Loaded Question right now.'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4344991594458938776</id><published>2011-07-25T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:21:35.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some day....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Some day she will have children of her own, and she will call me up and tell me what she is going through. I will listen and I will give advice and on the inside I will be screaming "HA PAYYYYYYYYYYYY BACK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Without going into detail, my teenager is driving me crazy. I give very short, simple rules I am not super strict and even the small simple 2 part rules I ask of her, she cannot follow. So I have decided I cannot do anything that causes me to go above and beyond for her any longer. Meals, a warm place to sleep, and things to clean herself and clothes along with love. That is all I am by law entitled to give. Until she can give me extra, she gets no extra from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The rules I have set are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Text when you change locations.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Be home or inside where your staying, by 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want to talk to a parent, of the friend who's house you will be at for the night, and I would like that friends address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tonight I did not get one of those things. Tonight phones are shut off. Here I sit at 2am wondering if my child is really where she says she is. Hoping and praying she is okay. Upon looking up her phone bill I can see she has made calls to others, but ignored my texts, and incoming calls. I guess since she is unable to use the phone, she does not need it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I guess I changed my mind and did go into detail.I couldn't help it. She is stressing me out. So tonight I pray Lord, please keep my daughter safe and out of trouble. Please let it weigh heavy on her heart that she has caused me worry and concern. Please let her realize I am not just being a jerk, that it is my JOB as her parent, to know where she is and keep her safe. Also Lord please be with her tomorrow when she comes home... For she will have to deal with mama. :o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4344991594458938776?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4344991594458938776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4344991594458938776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4344991594458938776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-day.html' title='Some day....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-3523397432441150161</id><published>2011-07-20T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:04:27.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikon D40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goose'/><title type='text'>DUCK DUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283562_10150379345999972_772414971_10441044_974894_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283562_10150379345999972_772414971_10441044_974894_n.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used my health insurance card today. Saw a doctor. Not because I was sick, not because I was pregnant but because you should SEE a Dr. to make sure you are indeed healthy! Which I am, he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Feels good to be grown up. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-3523397432441150161?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3523397432441150161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/duck-duck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3523397432441150161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/3523397432441150161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/duck-duck.html' title='DUCK DUCK'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6435646014347002876</id><published>2011-07-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T12:59:04.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cop car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curfew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juvinile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 am'/><title type='text'>nothing like a 2 am wake up call....</title><content type='html'>From the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;D-girl was staying the night at a friends. A friend who has a bit of a not so great reputation in my eyes already anyway. Half way through the night I started having a "mom-dar" feeling that things were not quite right. I texted D-girl (name changed to protect the innocent) and asked if she was alive, she said yes. Still before I went to sleep my "mom-dar" was going off. I fell asleep anyway... Until 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;RING RING.... RING RING... Number I do not know but its 2am and two of my children are staying the night out so I answer. This is Denise with Rogers PD. Do you have a daughter D****y D****n? O M G if you are ever out of coffee, just have the cops call you telling you they have your daughter. You will wake up quicker than having downed an entire pot through IV fluids. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course they cannot tell me what has happened, or even if she is okay. Just where she is and that I need to come and get her. Of course I have to tell them things like what I am going to be driving and how long I should be... So I drive there, half way unable to see wondering what the hell has just gone down. Is she hurt, was she raped, I convince myself that if either were the case, she would have been being picked up from the hospital, not a cop car... So then I get a bit angry. Is she drunk, high, was she hurting someone else, breaking in to cars... I am almost to the location they told me to go to, and they call telling me they have CHANGED Locations. I am to go there now. O M G this has already been the longest drive of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pull into the parking lot of the park and I see my daughter, back seat of a cop car... I thought about taking a photo to send to her dad, proud moment baby. She gets out and immediately she's her normal perky self. Excited even she got to ride in the back of a cop car. She was not doing anything wrong, just walking the streets at 2am and in Rogers, there is no set curfew so it is not illegal to do. However it is not safe, and the police felt they needed to go home, which is why they called. Now WHY could they have not told me that over the phone???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I do not think I will get grey hairs over this, pretty sure I am just going to start balding now instead. Which is fine, I have very thick hair to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I brought my daughter home, we set our own PERSONAL curfew for her, and she will NOT again in her life until she is over 18 stay with T-Girl again. This is not the first time I've had a 2am call to pick her up from someplace she was not supposed to be whilst staying with T-Girl. At least though, the last call was from HER and not the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So then once I got home, my pot of "cop coffee" was still kicked in and I could not fall asleep to save my own life. My husband, however was blissfully snoring before I even got home with the girl.... Must be nice. So I listened to my book, and my husband saw logs, when I finally moved to another bed at around 4 because he was snoring so loudly.... Which woke him up and irritated him. So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;SO the rest of my day today has GOT to be better. I am not leaving the house, and no cops better call. All my kids are home with me and I am still jittery from my "cop coffee".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6435646014347002876?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6435646014347002876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-like-2-am-wake-up-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6435646014347002876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6435646014347002876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-like-2-am-wake-up-call.html' title='nothing like a 2 am wake up call....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-109816480214191957</id><published>2011-07-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:01:51.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the line....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;There is a fine line I suppose for "sexual harassment" If anyone were to be a fly on the wall at my work, I am sure we'd all be taken to court for charges of it. I think if all parties involved know its joking its okay though right? We were talking about one of the "big bosses" at work and I said that I was his favorite, because "I am teachers pet" To which a co-worker (male of course) heard "I gave him head" So the new joke is that I am "teachers pet" which everyone who was there that day knows what it means, and people who were not, do not. Its fun, and its funny. I currently really like everyone that I work with, we get along... We joke, and play and it makes the day so much more enjoyable than it is when your constantly walking on eggshells to keep someone from being upset with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So its the weekend, I really need to mow the lawn but its so flipping hot outside I don't wanna! I have yet to really use the ghetto mower I bought. It is a lot harder than a self propelled, gas powered mower! I always tell myself I will do it when the sun starts to set, and then before I know it its dark outside and I am unable to see to mow (darn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an eye twitch that will not go away, its making me crazy. I am actually going to bring it up to my doctor, because I have health insurance, and a doctors visit coming up this Wednesday! Can't wait to see what all is wrong with me LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hannah's foot is healing well, she wants to swim but it is not closed up enough for me to think that would be an okay thing to do... She's going to have to wait it out. Sucks to have big boo-boos in the summer time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Other than that, I had a giant electric bill this month. Just shy of 200.00 makes me want to scream. I am not sure what to do to make it lower. The kids will NOT turn lights off, I am constantly going behind them doing it, but still... and the A/C which was set on 72-74 I have now turned to 78-80 instead. I am ROASTING! I'm going to live in the bathtub or something. Its times like this I wish I had a teeny tiny house! Oh well the hottest month is almost here... YAY. Then on to fall baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-109816480214191957?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/109816480214191957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/crossing-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/109816480214191957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/109816480214191957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/crossing-line.html' title='Crossing the line....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4693234793692190345</id><published>2011-07-13T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:30:28.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would a wednesday be without blood?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So today was a pretty much uneventful day. Work was crazy, as Wednesdays always are for whatever reason. Its like everyone in that little town thinks pizza sounds like a fab idea, on Wednesday. Not sure why but I think we should like raise the price that day only or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jim like "The Jim" of Jims Razorback came in this afternoon, right as our first tables came in. So he helped to make the orders... Out of 4 tables, he screwed up 3. That is right "Jim" himself apparently cannot read tickets. So that was a lot of fun. They were not my tables, but I found myself out there explaining the issues to everyone. Which I did not mind going out there and blaming it all on Jim. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After our madhouse rush, and clean up it was time to go home. To my messy house. Tim and I worked together, got ALL the laundry done, bathrooms scrubbed, kitchen living room laundry room, bedroom hall and bedroom closets all cleaned out. I feel that much happier just knowing things are in place at the house. Relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So then Hannah is putting up laundry and decides to cut her foot open on some trash that was taken from the closet and not yet cleaned up. The piece that covers a razor had been broken and cut her pretty good. Blood everywhere, shrill screams that only Hannah can create. After a few seconds I was pretty certain she needed to go to the dr. OF COURSE its after hours... So ER time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262257_10150371239514972_772414971_10359829_1669850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262257_10150371239514972_772414971_10359829_1669850_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She had a flap of skin that was not savable. So it was clipped off. No pain medication, they just cut it with scissors as if it was not a part of her body. Those shrill screams continued this time directly in my ear as I was hovering over her, trying to keep her from watching them mess with the injury. What's that? I can't hear you? Yeah it was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261847_10150371238764972_772414971_10359820_8236499_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261847_10150371238764972_772414971_10359820_8236499_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So she got a cute shoe, instructions that she cannot swim until it heals, and was told to stay off the foot as much as possible for the next couple days. She was given pain reliever (after) and this seemed to perk her once sleepy self right up! Go figure, only my kids get hyper on benedryl and pain medication. I told the ER nurse (who was quite sexy) that I was bringing her back up there if she did not go to bed at a decent hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269429_10150371238059972_772414971_10359812_5676257_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269429_10150371238059972_772414971_10359812_5676257_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It should heal just fine, with a scar though. She got to ride in a wheel chair and has rubbed that in as much as possible to Bailey. Were home now and she's resting up but not sleepy at all. She's playing online. Go figure. So that was my day. I would love to go a month without seeing an ER. That would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4693234793692190345?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4693234793692190345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-would-wednesday-be-without-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4693234793692190345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4693234793692190345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-would-wednesday-be-without-blood.html' title='What would a wednesday be without blood?'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-643937283660312273</id><published>2011-07-12T18:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:25:57.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insured!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I got my insurance card in the mail Saturday. I am now covered under health, vision and dental insurance. Feels pretty good, knowing I can get ill, and see a doctor instead of just riding it out. Now watch I will stay healthy as a horse! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-643937283660312273?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/643937283660312273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/insured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/643937283660312273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/643937283660312273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/insured.html' title='Insured!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-6173115099513260293</id><published>2011-07-10T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:24:30.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I have enough kids. We all know that. Friday though I had some customers come in. Cutest little six month old baby I have seen. She was telling me how she had him at home (and he weighed OVER 11 pounds) I was amazed. I would have LOVED to have had a home birth. I think its so awesome, birth in general. Later on during her meal, baby got cranky so she started to nurse him. I was taken back to my nursing days... Being the only one that could care for the baby... The baby knowing that... Being the best thing in their life. The source of nutrition and love and the only one they really need. I realized I would never have that again... and I got baby fever. Nothing I can do about it (thank goodness) but it is sad to realize your past those days. I miss being pregnant and nursing, those gummy grins shared with only me... Milk dribbles. **SIGH**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;While I post this my children are fighting and I am reminded of what those milky gummy grins turn into. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I guess I will just have to be happy with the occasional baby love I get to steal from someone else's baby. One day, hopefully not soon, I will get to have gummy grandbaby grins too. Not quite the same, of course, but what can I do about it? Why do babies have to be so darn cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/509406294_4bf8c1f404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/509406294_4bf8c1f404.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-6173115099513260293?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6173115099513260293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6173115099513260293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/6173115099513260293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-fever.html' title='Baby Fever'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/509406294_4bf8c1f404_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8999608292019916078</id><published>2011-06-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:38:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIthout the twists and turns of the road....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;You would get bored and fall asleep at the wheel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2229117559_8fc5f11dd6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2229117559_8fc5f11dd6.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life has to change. It goes from one direction and then has a tight right angle towards the left when your least expecting it. So I guess its important to go slow and always watch the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such is life. You never know what your gonna get and a bunch of other cliche's that might just sum up what I am feeling at the moment. There really is no way to totally describe it. I like to look at the bright side and for now there is still a lot of bright side to look at. So much so I need sunglasses, but that twist in the road gave me a bit of whip lash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8999608292019916078?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8999608292019916078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/without-twists-and-turns-of-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8999608292019916078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8999608292019916078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/without-twists-and-turns-of-road.html' title='WIthout the twists and turns of the road....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2229117559_8fc5f11dd6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4622670543909149744</id><published>2011-06-27T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:53:15.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and another one goes, another one goes</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Another one bites the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I swear I have been "training" someone for MONTHS now. First it was the new boss. Yes he's the boss, but he still had to be broken in, and trained by us to some extent... Then it was his friend, a server, then another server then a 2nd... After the second was trained the first quit. Then we got a new second and now she's gone. What amazes me more than anything else is that with the job market the way it is, 2 of the girls just left with no other plan in mind. What ASTOUNDS ME is that all 3 were no call no shows. I mean, if you no longer want the job, can't work, don't like it... At least have the decency to call and let someone know. That way your not expected to show up at least. That being said I must admit I was a no call no show before. ONCE. Oh and I was SIXTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My cousin added me on facebook today. So I now know that my adopted dad is alive and well. Good to know I suppose. I wonder if he was thinking of me, the day I had those odd feelings about him? Its odd how just out of the blue I thought about him. His birthday is coming up. He'll be 61. Maybe I should send him a card. Wonder if he even remembers who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pulled my potatoes from my garden today. A bit too soon I do think. I did not get as many as I did last year... Of course last year I covered them with dirt also, this year, I did not have any extra dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/260311_10150354373929972_772414971_10184050_5713407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/260311_10150354373929972_772414971_10184050_5713407_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4622670543909149744?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4622670543909149744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-another-one-goes-another-one-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4622670543909149744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4622670543909149744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-another-one-goes-another-one-goes.html' title='and another one goes, another one goes'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-8273398459122976094</id><published>2011-06-26T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:59:01.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Close Your Eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My awesome mother paid for us to go to Silver Dollar City this Saturday. She paid our way in, got us food and souvenir money&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;b&gt;The kids and I had a blast. Destiny rode a couple very large roller coasters and I even rode a normal, not upside down type one! It was a long, hot day, and we were all exhausted (and sore) but it was so worth it and so awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom, in all her awesomeness made us all "snack packs" for the trip and throughout the park. They consisted of Doritoes, fritoes, peanuts w/ a caramel in it, a box of raisins and 2 pepperoni sticks. On the way home Hannah was eating what remained of her bag (peanuts and raisins) she explained "I am eating my raisins, I don't like them... But I just close my eyes. If I can't see them I like them, I can't look at them when I eat them because they remind me of bugs." That girl always makes me laugh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/5874544121_3afc02afcb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/5874544121_3afc02afcb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-8273398459122976094?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8273398459122976094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-close-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8273398459122976094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/8273398459122976094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-close-your-eyes.html' title='Just Close Your Eyes....'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/5874544121_3afc02afcb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-1453205991434329228</id><published>2011-06-17T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:44:08.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would have thought???</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I never would have thought I was going to be an adult. Sometimes I still look at myself as a kid. But I am an adult. I have kids, TEENAGERS even. I own my own home, and I have been married, as of today for NINE years! Who could have ever thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our friend Dede set us up to meet. I remember one day getting home from work, to a message on my machine, a guy "Clorie, hey this is Tim. Dede is doing this for me, anyway you sound cute... Hope to talk to you soon" I was like WAHHHHHT? So I talked to Tim a few times over the phone before we met, finally at Dede's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I walked in, Tim was watching football (not much has changed) he looked up from the TV to me, said HEY, then went back to the game. Hmmph. Dede insisted I take Tim somewhere, so he came with me and the kids and a friend and her kids to MALL O WEEN. He held Promise for me when she got heavy, and my purse when I went to the bathroom. I cannot say it was "love at first site" But I did feel like I wouldn't mind seeing him again after that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there ya have it! 3 years later I finally convinced him to marry me.... I had to make threats but it worked to my advantage, and his too, if you think about it. Tim took on more than just me, but also my two girls. Not many men would be willing to do that. Tim rocks my socks. I love him more today than I did 9 years ago. I feel comfort in his arms, and he is always there, supporting me, and my side of whatever it is... He is also not (too) afraid to put me in my place when I am wrong (which is very rare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hope that Tim and I have 9 more years and then some together. I cannot imagine life without him in it. I love you Timmy, thank you for making me your wife, and the mother to your beautiful children!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-1453205991434329228?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1453205991434329228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-would-have-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1453205991434329228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/1453205991434329228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who would have thought???'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175610511657403353.post-4465140247471748193</id><published>2011-06-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:55:03.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my boy!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is my baby boys, big day. The big ONE O. Ten. I can hardly believe it. I remember just like it was yesterday being in the hospital having him. It was a stormy night, I remember for a while I was worried about the storm, that was until contractions were stronger than the sound of thunder outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also remember Tim had said he would like for it to just be him and I there, in the room... He didn't really want my mom there, but as I started whining I remember him asking if I wanted my mom. Of course I did! I am not even sure who she left the girls with to come and sit with me, but she came, and they were somewhere in the storm with someone and I was not worried about them at all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was in labor for about 18 hours with Bailey. It was not too bad, but my doctor never even really offered any type of pain medication... I guess I was okay with that, because I never really asked either. When it was time to push the doctor was there the whole time. Just patiently waiting and doing that massage thing so I didn't tear. Amazing really, because that boy has a large head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So with that final push, he was out. The doctor just sat there, and I did not hear any crying... I got a little bit scared "Why is he not crying??" "He's sleeping!" the dr. said matter of fact like. Well uh WAKE HIM? I Remember thinking.... They finally rubbed him and cleaned him off which made him mad. They handed him over to me, and Tim kissed me the biggest hardest kiss I have ever gotten form him. Pretty sure he was crying too. Why not, birth is AMAZING. Even looking back now, I cannot believe I did it, and four times at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252408_10150331911069972_772414971_10043409_5374712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252408_10150331911069972_772414971_10043409_5374712_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So after they handed him to me, They turned down the lights, the Dr. delivered the not baby part, and he left the room.Then my mom congratulated us, and she left, the nurse left, and then Tim left as well. I was left alone in a dimmed room, with my little man. He was beautiful. His little nose covered in white baby pimples. I remember telling myself I would know, for certain if they tried to give me another baby, because of his little nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course was perfect. 10 fingers, 10 toes. Not much hair. Fat baby 8 pounds 6oz. He ate like a little champ and settled in to his spot near me without problems. I loved him from that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As Bailey has grown he's had more than his fair share of naughtiness. He was so young when I had Hannah, but ready to play the part of a big brother without jealously issues at all. He loved "his baby" and took care of her best he could. He also knew when he could get into things because I was tending to the baby. He dumped out shampoo, ate cat food (and threw it all over the living room) smashed his head on the corner of a table, stapled his penis, ate calcium pills, among other things. Poison control was on my speed dial when he was a baby that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As he got older, he got very sick. I thought he might have the flu, or something. We took him to the doctor to find out he had cancer. Then we were faced with the thought of losing our son. We did not know what kind of cancer or what the outcome would be, but we knew we would do whatever we could, to keep Bailey because he was worth so much. I knew it could not be his time, that he had so much more to do, and I was right. He fought cancer like it was a sissy baby. He kicked its butt. Sure there were hard times along the way. Mood swings from the steroids and constant ear infections but through it all he showed the same spirit he always has. He rolled with the flow. He was happy, he cared so deeply about everyone else even when he was the one we were so worried about. Once when he could hear a little crying in the oncology room next to ours he said "mama, he doesn't want to get a poke" Tears were in his eyes. Not because he knew that he was the next to be poked, but because he felt badly for that other little boy. Bailey feels so deeply and cares so much. More than anyone else I know. He's always doing nice things for others and worrying about things little kids probably shouldn't have too. Its sad sometimes, but amazing all the time. I know that Bailey has far to go in life, and this little battle he had to fight along the way did not even put a pause on those plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j86/clorie1/baileydoinglaceups.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j86/clorie1/baileydoinglaceups.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although Bailey is the source for most of my grey hairs... Slicing the trampoline, cracking the windshield in the van, getting cancer, stitches in his eyebrow, chickenpox when he's not allowed to get those, crying for at least a month when he first started school, calling to come home when he stays the night at friends houses, not going down the slide at the pool until the last 10 min were there, because he was afraid, after so much he's been through, afraid of a slide? Now he's taken to getting on the roof (not allowed) and jumping down from it, onto the trampoline. He called me out as if I would be proud of such a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/717493387_32103126e0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/717493387_32103126e0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey loves to skateboard, to draw comics,to be funny, to watch TV, ride his bike. Bailey makes friends with just about everyone he meets, he is never mean to other kids even when they are mean to him. He is always thinking of how someone else would feel. So sweet to animals, saving turtles lives and wanting to take in strays. He's an awesome child that I am so very proud to have as my one and only son. He loves with his whole entire heart. He makes mistakes, but always appologizes for what he's done wrong. When he says he is sorry you feel that he really is, and when he says he loves you, you know your lucky to be loved by such an awesome kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/1937406278_f986f48f36_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/1937406278_f986f48f36_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So Bailey-Boo. Even though your too big to kiss me goodbye in school in front of your friends, you will always be my baby boy. Even though your going into middle school this year, I will still tuck you in at night and call you my baby boy. Even when you start to grow hair on your face, you will still be my little man... Even when I have to look up to see your smile, I hope it shines as brightly as it does now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Be all you want to be, keep on loving and caring and being the awesome kid that you are, there is no need to change a thing about you, because who you are... Is amazing. I love you Bailey Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/5774902770_fe3f8dec36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/5774902770_fe3f8dec36.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175610511657403353-4465140247471748193?l=oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4465140247471748193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-my-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4465140247471748193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175610511657403353/posts/default/4465140247471748193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddlynormallifeofclorie.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-my-boy.html' title='That&apos;s my boy!'/><author><name>Clorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826309503751919263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qy4GU6EskAA/SnpNXtd7crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ik4uCq6Ryc/S220/day61dresssmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/717493387_32103126e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
