<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:28:38.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-178362085564036062</id><published>2009-05-31T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:22:17.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend :)</title><content type='html'>This has been a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up - Scott made us Eggs for breakfast, we watching Full House on TV, and we headed out for a while...  I had to run by Old Navy to pick up a couple of things - I had a $10 coupon, and had seen some outdoor toys there I wanted to buy.    Then went to Ingles and bought a chicken and some potato salad.   We then went to the park - we had a picnic lunch and played with our new toys....I don't know what they are called - there are two flat disks that have velcro on them and you throw and tennis type ball back and forth and catch with the velcro disks....We all loved this one.   The other one  I thought was just a net/raquet with a ball - but it ends up the net is more like a sling shot - that one wasn't as fun - or Sean friendly! :)&lt;br /&gt;The park we go to has a paved path around it - Sean ran around the path 3 times - then Scott and I were going to walk it with him, and we ran into our old neighbor Jennifer, so we talked to her and her kids for a bit.    The park is also right next to the library, so I went in there and checked out some books/movies.&lt;br /&gt;After we left the park, we came home for a little bit to rest - then we were going to go to the park that we went to the Easter Egg Hunt at a few months back- it has an awesome bike riding track around it.   When we were almost to the exit, Sean fell asleep, so we decided to ride around for a while.   It ended up they were having some sort of festival at the park, so it wouldn't have been a good day to go there anyway.   After our ride we came home - Scott decided to take a nap, so I took advantage of the time and watched Bride Wars.   I had to stop it a couple of times-  a work call or two, and to read Duck Soup to Sean.   The movie was SOOOO funny, and very good - but also made me very sad.   I didn't expect that mood swing!    I think it's because I don't feel THAT close to any of my "girlfriends" - and to be honest, that is alot of my own fault - I am kinda a crappy friend to people.  I tend to get close to people and then push them away - I don't know why I do it, but I always have.   And then there are those friends that I lost touch with, or I hurt, and I miss their friendships too.  Oh well, it caused me to have a lil pity party....but ya know what?  I do have friends, and I do have fun with those friends, and God is good, so that is all that matters!  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in a lil bit of a bad mood and just wanted some time to my self, but since that doesn't really happen, we went to a different park - and Sean wanted to play his new toys again, but I asked if we could go for a walk first - I didn't really expect us to walk the whole trail, but we did.   We walked a mile and a half - it took us a long time, but it was great and refreshing.  We all felt better once we were done.   We also took sean close to the creek (liver in his words), and I dunked his feet in a few times.  It was fun.    When we were done, we were pooped.   Sean still wanted to play his new toys, but we convienced him to play on the playground instead. &lt;br /&gt;We left the park and went by the store to get the stuff to make Tea and were finally eating dinner sometime after 8 last night.&lt;br /&gt;Most nights when we put Sean to bed, he comes downstairs to give us "one more kiss"  anywhere from 4 to....who knows how many times - last night he was so worn out he only came down once!  &lt;br /&gt;This morning we got up, and I made them eggs for breakfast, and I had a peanut butter/banana sandwich ( I don't REALLY care for eggs, but do eat them from time to time).    I had told Sean he had to take a bath this morning before church, but he didn't want to, so while I was cooking breakfast I took the easy way out and washed him in the sink.   Yeah, I know, gross, but ya know what...sometimes ya gotta do what you gotta do!!! &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we watched TV then got ready for church.  We really like this church so far.   Scott actually went with us this morning and said he liked it and is going back again.  I hope he really does.   Sean still didn't want to go to the kids area - even after church when a lady offered to show us where it was, he started crying.   We went to the room, and well...we'll see.  I think we will have to go with him a time or two before he is comfy with it...&lt;br /&gt;Church itself was good- we had the Lord's Supper.&lt;br /&gt;After church we came home and had sanwiches for lunch and watched a little TV...tried to get Sean to take a nap.  It took a while before he went to sleep...and since it was so late, I didn't want him to sleep too late, so I woke him up.    I gave him a snack, and then we got ready for the park.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the walking park - we only walked half a mile today because it was hot and we were feeling a lil lazy....   After the walk, we took Sean down to the liver, and he wanted to put his feet in again - I helped and, and then I told him to take his shoes off - there were people playing in the creek - so I figured what the heck - why not!!!   He had SOOOOO much fun!    Scott and I did too :)   &lt;br /&gt;We cooked out hamburgers tonight, and after dinner watched ICarly.&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was a great weekend!!! :)   I hope next weekend is just as good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-178362085564036062?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/178362085564036062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=178362085564036062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/178362085564036062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/178362085564036062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend :)'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-5351125993107066767</id><published>2009-05-25T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:57:55.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Today is memorial day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in war or violence, but today I am thankful for those for have fought for our freedom...so that I have the freedom to have my own opinions (like not believing in war). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good day/weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I took the day off work ...Scott and I went to breakfast, then to home depot...then we went to see Ghosts of Girlsfriends past.   It wasn't all that.  Maybe a good rental.  &lt;br /&gt;After that I felt bad - I had a sinus headache - so I came home and took a nap until time to pick Sean up from daycare.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to SC so Sean and I could have lunch with Steph, then we spent time with Scott's family.    We made it home in time for dinner, which was a nice change:).&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I was not motivated, but we didn't have anything for breakfast, so Sean and I headed to Harris Teeter to pick up some groceries. &lt;br /&gt;I was really not motivated for church, and I even was praying for God to change my heart, and my sweet little boy pipes up and says "I want to go to church mommy"   So, we did.   &lt;br /&gt;After church we came home and took a nap, once we got up we took Sean to feed the ducks at the Lake and then went for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with a headache from hell.   I took enough medicine to help with it.  I had to do some work this morning because a few jobs had failed.  &lt;br /&gt;After that I started painting Sean's room.   Scott got up late morning and started helping.  We managed to get his room painted by mid afternoon.   We got all the crayons covered up.    YEAH!!!!  It was no small feat!  We did break for lunch - I had made spaghetti :)   YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get Sean to nap while we worked - no luck.&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned up when we were done and ended up taking Sean to the park to ride his bike.   While riding it started to rain, so we went for a ride - then it quit raining so we headed back to the park.   He rode his bike some more, played with sidewalk chalk, and we played baseball.   He was tired and whiney, so we headed home -&lt;br /&gt;I grilled ribs for dinner while Scott and Sean started putting his room back together.   &lt;br /&gt;It was a good and exhausting day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-5351125993107066767?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5351125993107066767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=5351125993107066767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5351125993107066767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5351125993107066767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-4743460938199405425</id><published>2009-05-19T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:00:59.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantic Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>We took a trip to Atlantic Beach, NC this past weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;We left mid-morning Thursday.  It was a good morning.   Scott had been sick the day before but was feeling better that morning.   I had a migraine, but stopped at CVS to get my Esgic Plus and Relpax filled.  &lt;br /&gt;We started out on our long drive.   We had to make a couple of bathroom breaks.&lt;br /&gt;On the first one, as Sean and I walked to the bathroom we passed a guy with spiked hair, mohawk style - and NO LIE the spikes were AT LEAST a foot tall.   Sean looked at him with the funniest look on his face but didn't say a word.      Then on our second break that Scott had gone in ahead of us.  Sean was walking ahead of me, and he got to the automatic doors.  He had one hand on the glass that does not move, and had one hand on the door- when the door opened and trapped his hand in between the glass and the door.  I had trouble getting the door to shut off his hand.   I knew he was in alot of pain - his hand was puffy and bruised immediately.    A man there made sure he could wiggle his fingers and a lady went and got him a bandaid - knowing that bandiads fix everything to a 3 yr old.   It took him a little bit to calm down some, and we made our way back to the car.   Luckily when I was packing last mintue things that morning I threw his tylenlol in the bag "just in case".    I have him 2 chewable tylenols and made an ice pack for his hand.   Once he calmed down enough, we let him potty and we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;After that the rest of the ride was pretty peaceful, we had to stop a few more times.   Sean enjoyed watching some videos - Scooby doo and Dragon tales and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;It took us 8 hours to get to Atlantic Beach.   By the time we got there it was pouring rain...however, it cleared up while we were unpacking.     It was sprinking a little, but not enough to matter.&lt;br /&gt;We got checked in, unloaded, ate dinner in our room.  Once dinner was over we changed into our beach clothes and went out to the beach - it was 7 pm, and it was perfect -   Sean started out being like a little beach birdie that runs up to the water, then runs away as it gets close to him.    Then we held his hand and took him in the ocean - he loved it and showed no fear.    We  ended our beach time at the out door hottub.      It was so much fun to see Sean so excited over everything - sand castles - water, birds, everything!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday when we got up they were calling for rain - it was overcast, but not raining, so we headed out to the beach.   We had laid down the law the night before - no going in the ocean unless Mommy and Daddy were both holding Sean's hands.    We made sand castles on the beach, played in the ocean, and all together had a good time.   We went back to the hottub, and then to our room late morning for lunch.   We then got ready and headed to the aquarium.  &lt;br /&gt;We had seen commericals for the NC Aquarium at Pine Knoll Shores on PBS for a long time, and since we were staying less than  5 mintues from the Aquarium it seemed a shame not to go.   I was shocked - it cost us a total of $16 to get in.  Not bad!!!   Sean loved the fishes, and the otters, and the frogs, but he was really excited over the turtles!!!    He was a little scared of the darkness of the ocean life room - but once we were in there a little bit he was excited about the sharks, big fish, turtles.  He even like the Jelly Fish - after all Spongebob loves jelly fishes!!&lt;br /&gt;They convieniently had a DQ located outside the Aquarium, so we had to get ice cream before we left.&lt;br /&gt;We took a late afternoon nap once we got back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;That night we ate fresh seafood at the resturant in our hotel.  It was very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to take a ride, but we made it a few miles down the road and one of our dash lights came on - the first thing I found in the manual about it was "battery charging" and I feared that our altanator was going out - luckly once we turned the car off/on it went off.   Luckily it did not come back on, and after further reading we believe everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up to bright sunny skies.    We were on the beach early, rented chairs for the day, and played - we made sand castles, played in the ocean, buried scott's feet, scott and sean played frisbee, and sean laughed at the little birds.   We even saw a sand crab from a distance.   We played in the hottub some, and ate hotdogs from the snack bar beside the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Sean was ready for a nap...supposedly, so we went to the room - but it took him until 12:45 to go to sleep - so I let him sleep until a little after 2.   I enjoyed some time alone while he and scott napped.    After they got up, we headed back to the beach and pool for a while.    A while later we were going to play putt putt, but once we drove there decided not to.   So, we ended up deciding to go to food lion to pick up a few things -  while in the store someone apparently stole scott's cell phone out of our car.  He threw a tantrum after that and it took a while to get him to calm down enought to be tolerable again.    We went to the police station to file a report- While he was in there Sean and I walked to a store a few buildings down.      Scott came and got us when he was done - and he had a surprise - there was a firestation in between and he had asked if Sean could come in and look around.   So, we took Sean to see the firetruck and talk to the fireman.   They even gave Sean a fire chief hat -- too cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sundy Scott slept in and Sean and I played on the Beach building castles and then in the ocean briefly, then to the pool.   We then went to our room and finished packing and loaded some stuff into the car.   We finally got Scott up and got checked out.   We had the lunch special at the resturant -- who can resist fresh shrimp!!   Then we hit the road for home.   The ride home took a lot longer and took more stops than the trip there, but that's ok - it was fairly uneventful and we made it home a little after 9 PM - -- very tired, sunburnt, relaxed, but dreading the return to the daily grind on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take Sean back to the beach again.   It does my heart good to see my baby so happy and excited about everything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he always has such joy in his heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-4743460938199405425?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4743460938199405425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=4743460938199405425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4743460938199405425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4743460938199405425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/atlantic-beach-trip.html' title='Atlantic Beach Trip'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7736374205878005246</id><published>2009-05-18T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:09:59.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Crabs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/ShIU6T13XaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SikGTRfCDq0/s1600-h/Atlantic+Beach+May+2009+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337351500378627490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/ShIU6T13XaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SikGTRfCDq0/s200/Atlantic+Beach+May+2009+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7736374205878005246?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7736374205878005246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=7736374205878005246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7736374205878005246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7736374205878005246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-crabs.html' title='Mr. Crabs...'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/ShIU6T13XaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SikGTRfCDq0/s72-c/Atlantic+Beach+May+2009+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-6352613724497946690</id><published>2009-05-10T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:02:41.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>It's Mother's Day again.   Mother's days is a bittersweet time for me.  &lt;br /&gt;I know I may be a little biased, but I had the best mother in the world.   She was a very unselfish Christian lady who put up with a lot of crap in her life, but was not bitter or jaded because of it.   She always put her kids in front of herself, and she was always as involved as she could be in all of our lives - going to ball games, shopping, etc.   Most of the time she was the income for our family.  She was the one who took me to church.   She was the one who understood my struggle with depression, even though we never talked as much as I should have about it.   My mom died in 1991 at 52.   I was 17...a senior in high school, so I never knew my mom as an adult.   I feel cheated because of that - there have been alot of times over the last 17 1/2 years that I wish that I could talk to her, ask her opinion, or just tell her that I love her.    She didn't get to see any of her grandchildren born...although I'm sure she sees them from Heaven, she didn't see me get married (maybe she would have talked me out of it???), or see me graduate from high school, or any of those other "BIG" milestones.   There's alot that I don't remember about my mom, and I enjoy when simple things in life bring back memories of her and times we shared.   &lt;br /&gt;One of the best memories I have of my mom was when I was 4 years old - my mom picked me up from K4 kindergarden (she was a working mom, so normally my grandmother usually picked me up), we rode through the country, stopped at a convience store (a rare occurance in my family) and she bought me a snack (chips and a drink I think), and we went to a dentist appt for her.   It was a good day.    It was a simple day, but a good one.&lt;br /&gt;I also remember us living in Fountain Inn and having our in-ground pool...mama couldn't swim, but enjoyed being in the pool.   She mostly stayed in the shallow end, but she would make her rounds around the deep end holding onto the side of the pool...being silly while she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many years that I did not believe that I could have kids.   I would say that Mother's Day was the hardest during those years - I didn't have my mom and I didn't have a child of my own that I really wanted...so it was EMPTY....then thanks to my doctor and a wondeful drug called Femara, I was able to get pregnant, and a little over three years ago I had my sweet sweet little boy.   He brings me so much joy each day, and he drives me nuts all at the same times.   He is so stubborn, but gets it honestly from me.   He loves to cuddle, and suck his thumb, and give butt wiggle hugs....and loves to fuss, and hit, and cry.    He's a good child and I hope that I can be a good mom to him.   I admit one of my biggest fears is that I will die while he is young, and he will be left with alot of questions like I have that I wish I could ask my mom.   I want to live to be an old annoying lady so that I can see my Sean grow up and hopefully have kids of his own.   Nothing is better than hearing "I love you mommy"    I hope that I can teach Sean the important things in life, and raise him to know God, and to love and respect others.  &lt;br /&gt;I love my little guy...I talk about him ALL the time, and want everyone to know him and love him like I do :)    I love to hear him giggle, and to nuggle with him.   And I love to see him learn and laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-6352613724497946690?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6352613724497946690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=6352613724497946690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6352613724497946690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6352613724497946690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3107841309808236116</id><published>2009-05-09T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:49:18.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack Quack</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be rainy.  &lt;br /&gt;We were lazy around the house this morning... then the time came that we NEEDED to go to the store to get a few things (ya know, the necessities...TP, Trash bags, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice surprise when we walked outside and it was SUNNY and almost 80 degrees!!  Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Target to buy what we needed.  When we went in the store, Sean asked if he could have an icee when we were done - I told him that if he was good, he could have an icee.&lt;br /&gt;We bought the things we needed plus a few things we needed for our upcoming vacation.   When we were getting ready to leave, we headed to the cafe to buy an icee.   We ended up getting a PB&amp;amp;J combo with an icee... and we took it to Lake Jullian.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at a picnic table and ate our lunch.  Well, maybe I should say I ate my lunch.  Sean was too excited about the ducks to eat.  He kept saying "Hey Ducky"  and talking to them.  After several failed attempts to get the kid to eat, I opened up the loaf of bread that we had bought and let him feed the ducks.   He started out on the ground...and then climbed on the bench...and as the ducks got closer he ended up on TOP of the picnic table.  &lt;br /&gt;He was throwing bread to the ducks and would get excited when they ate.  He got upset when the ducks would bite each other.   A couple of times he said "Good Job Duckie"  and he would tell me the ducks were eating from him "He eat it mommy" ... and even a few times the ducks would eat out of his hand.   Most of the times he would toss it to them "Catch Ducky", "This not yours Ducky" (When intended for a different duck).   It was great to see how much excitement he had over the day with the ducks!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can do it again soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3107841309808236116?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3107841309808236116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=3107841309808236116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3107841309808236116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3107841309808236116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/quack-quack.html' title='Quack Quack'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-5602032220541172687</id><published>2009-05-07T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:40:01.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one of "those" mom's</title><content type='html'>I used to think parents who kept their kids on leashes were crazy...what kind of parent would do that????&lt;br /&gt;Well....the kind of parent that has lost control needs to gain it back would.  Sunday my kid ran away from me twice - once in Ingles - which I fairly quickly found him - and once in Kohl's which took a little longer to locate....By the time I found him in Kohls I was scared, angry, frustrated and knew things had to change.... after a spanking and explaining to him all the reasons he will never roam free in a store again...I decided that I would either 1) never go in public with him again or 2) make some changes.   Since we all know how helpful my husband is - option 2 won hands down.  &lt;br /&gt;For stores, he is now restricted to buggy's - I don't care if we are buying one item - he will ride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a vacation soon and decided that a harness (leash) would be a good idea.   It's a monkey backpack type leash.    He won't always have to wear it....but there are situations where I'd rather be one of "those" mom's than risk him being hurt, kidnapped or killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-5602032220541172687?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5602032220541172687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=5602032220541172687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5602032220541172687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5602032220541172687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-those-moms.html' title='one of &quot;those&quot; mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3905935714208052685</id><published>2009-05-05T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:15:50.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chick fil a</title><content type='html'>Tonight chickfila had a kids night where they had free kids meals - actually they are having free kids meal every tuesday this month.  &lt;br /&gt;I took Sean after work tonight - it was packed-  lots of kids, plus some kid was having their birthday party there too.  PACKED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We ate our dinner, and traded Sean's toy for ice cream.   They had a local church there doing a fundraiser, and one of the ladies and I started talking.   She invited me to her church, and I am excited and happy - that's the first stranger that has invited me to church since i've been here.  It isn't too far from my house, so we will likely check it out.   Sounds like a plan to me. &lt;br /&gt;It's really been on my heart/mind lately that I need to get involved in a church here....and more than anything I need to get my sweet little boy involved in church.&lt;br /&gt;They also had a balloon fairy there...there was a line to get balloons, but sean wanted one - and we weren't in a hurry so we waited in line -   He ended up getting a balloon sword.  He loves it! :)&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good night.   We had a rough weekend this past weekend, so it was good to have some alone time with him that turned out really good.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way - i love that chickfila is having free kids meals tuesdays this month because it's a good excuse to eat at my favorite resturant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3905935714208052685?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3905935714208052685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=3905935714208052685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3905935714208052685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3905935714208052685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/chick-fil.html' title='chick fil a'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-9130554159808580128</id><published>2009-05-05T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:00:22.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys....</title><content type='html'>When we were playing in Sean's room tonight he started doing the potty dance, but didn't want to go to the bathroom...since we had been throwing around a football, we told him he could take it with him so we wouldn't have fun without him....&lt;br /&gt;When he was leaving he room, he turned around and said "don't play my whole toys cause that would make me sad"&lt;br /&gt;When we finished laughing we asked if that meant we couldn't play with his toys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-9130554159808580128?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9130554159808580128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=9130554159808580128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/9130554159808580128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/9130554159808580128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/toys.html' title='Toys....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7523333012911940918</id><published>2009-05-03T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:37:25.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof...</title><content type='html'>I suddenly had the desire today to watch Fireproof.  I'd heard of it before...thought of watching it, but never did.   today I found a link to Kirk Cameron's website, after reading somethings, I decided that I wanted to see the movie.  &lt;br /&gt;While running errands with my difficult sweet little boy today, I looked for it at Target, but didn't see it there.  &lt;br /&gt;Later tonight I went up to walgreens to their DVD rental box to see if it was there.  No luck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that Blockbuster probably has it, but I'll have to wait for payday to look further for it (after all, blockbuster dosen't take target cards, and their rentals are more than a buck...not to sound cheap, just broke right now!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in watching it, and Scott had said he would watch it too.   I don't know if he will, or if it will be anything more than entertainment to us (meaning I'm not sure that there is ANYTHING that will change anything about our marriage or how I feel about him or us.... don't get me wrong, I don't HATE my husband...at least not today....but I'm not sure that I love him either....It's hard to love someone you don't respect, and it's hard to respect someone with not job or direction in their life....anyway, that was just a lil rabbit chase....) ... but for some reason I do want to see the movie.   If nothing else, maybe there's something important in it for me to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7523333012911940918?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7523333012911940918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=7523333012911940918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7523333012911940918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7523333012911940918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof...'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-6239511373033232745</id><published>2009-05-03T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:22:01.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf38xp3Ae2I/AAAAAAAAACI/BWXYZkmRFKY/s1600-h/pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331695463856896866" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf38xp3Ae2I/AAAAAAAAACI/BWXYZkmRFKY/s200/pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 3, he is already sleeping with his hand down his pants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-6239511373033232745?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6239511373033232745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=6239511373033232745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6239511373033232745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6239511373033232745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/men.html' title='MEN!'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf38xp3Ae2I/AAAAAAAAACI/BWXYZkmRFKY/s72-c/pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-2526750040914867516</id><published>2009-05-03T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:49:43.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf30s7TWukI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ohBZuVD1Nc4/s1600-h/crafts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331686586546829890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf30s7TWukI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ohBZuVD1Nc4/s200/crafts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf301hgJOyI/AAAAAAAAACA/5ETpyW5Pd0w/s1600-h/crafts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331686734239972130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf301hgJOyI/AAAAAAAAACA/5ETpyW5Pd0w/s200/crafts3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf30L4ZEeEI/AAAAAAAAABw/eEsbXJyjw3U/s1600-h/crafts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I decided that it would be fun to get some craft stuff and have some craft time with Sean on days when there was nothing else to do - especially on the weekends when the weather isn't nice enough for the park. I don't worry about during the week so much because he has daycare and gets to do lots of fun stuff there...but on weekends, especially ones where money is tight, i feel bad if we don't do anything fun for him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to dollar tree and loaded up on construction paper, googly eyes, pom-pom balls, cotton balls, foam dinasour stickers, foam space ship stickers, gule sticks, pipe cleaners, glitter glue, scoobydoo stickers....etc... We ended up with a pretty good little bucket of craft stuff. I ended up buying popcicle sticks and regualar "school" gule @ target the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we have have craft time a few times - Sean's favorites are the googly eyes and GLUE!! OMG that boy loves glue... a close third would be cotton balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny part is that when he asks if we can do crafts, it sounds like he wants to do CRAPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-2526750040914867516?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2526750040914867516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=2526750040914867516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/2526750040914867516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/2526750040914867516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/craps.html' title='CRAPS'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/Sf30s7TWukI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ohBZuVD1Nc4/s72-c/crafts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-5521889307574921820</id><published>2009-05-02T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:38:04.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A slacker again...</title><content type='html'>Wow...zero posts in April - what a slacker!!   I spend so much of my "free" time on facebook and reading other people's blogs that I don't take the time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little ill tonight...ill as in pissed off.   Why?  At my lovely husband of course.   So, just to vent....I had a virus a week ago, and whereas I'm better, I am still getting tired easily.   So, I was nodding off in my recliner tonight, and Sean was in his room being Sean and not going to sleep.   Scott woke me up at least twice to tell me Sean was jumping in his room .... ummmmmm, hello, are you his parent that is awake?  how about handling it and not waking me up.   Finally he woke me up to say "i guess i'll go take care of it"....no, let me get up, go yell at our sweet little boy to go to bed even though he slept on the way home tonight and probably isn't tired yet, while you sit on your lazy hiney playing golf on your playstation....after all, you are a kept man and only have the opportunity to sleep 24 hours a day 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I went to Greenville today for my cousin Ashley's baby shower.  Ashley is a Barnett - the only real extended family we've kept in touch with over the years.   We love the Barnett's and enjoy our chances to see each other.      I'm so excited that Ashley is due in a few weeks - she is so cute pregnanat!    Sean and I went to Paige's house today before the shower so they could spend some time together and for lunch and so Sean could play with Bandit and Tiger (whose real name is Tucker).... Sean was a little scared of Bandit today, but not as much as he normally is of animals....he enjoyed feeding him cheese balls - that poor puppy's tummy was probably ready to explode from too many cheese puffs!!!    He did kiss Bandit before we went to the shower and he let Tiger (Tucker) sniff his fingers...but that was in - however, that is probably the closest that he had ever gotten to Tucker too.   &lt;br /&gt;We got to see Katie, Samantha and Donna today - so Sean was a spoiled little boy!   He did go around calling people Bootie Butts (dang, I wish he came with a filter control),  but hey, he's my kid, right? &lt;br /&gt;After leaving Paige's, I thought about shopping a little, but Sean was tired, so we were just heading home, got about 2 exits and realized we left Sean's 'tar (guitar) @ Paige's and had to go back.    Then we were off again.   We did stop at the Greenville Earthfare to pick up a few things and then we headed home.   We stopped for gas before leaving SC and then for dinner once we got to NC.  Finally we were home a little after 7.   Sean feel asleep when we were almost home.  He had asked if he could close his eyes because the sun was bothering him...he's so funny.   He asks permission for the sillies things... like I'd tell him no????&lt;br /&gt;Katie went to the prom last weekend with her new boyfriend.  IT's hard to believe that she is already 17.   Sammy is almost 16.   And Austin is 15.   They are growing up too fast!!!   They are really great kids though.   Paige was telling me about going to a ball game one night and the Rams were losing and as time went on alot of the spectators thinned out.  Austin saw where Paige was sitting alone and he came over and sat with her.  How sweet is that when your teenage son loves you that much???   Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I hope Sean grows up to be sweet and compassionate...and athletic...and smart...and sucesful...and whatever he wants to be....but most of all, I want him to grow up happy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-5521889307574921820?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5521889307574921820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=5521889307574921820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5521889307574921820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5521889307574921820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/slacker-again.html' title='A slacker again...'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-6113783953614345388</id><published>2009-03-07T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:12:08.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nudist Park??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SbK4r__qrPI/AAAAAAAAABg/FMLIJLDvxXo/s1600-h/nudist+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310509976675593458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SbK4r__qrPI/AAAAAAAAABg/FMLIJLDvxXo/s320/nudist+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a B E A U Tiful day!!! It is warm and sunny and wonderful! It's hard to believe that only a few days ago snow was falling!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean and I went to the park this morning. He rode his bike, swang, slid, played in the sand and climbed. While there my co-worker Tim called to talk about a problem he had gotten a call about. While talking to Tim, Sean took his shirt off and said it was wet....then he ran around, played in the sand a little, and next thing I knew - his pants were off too. If I hadn't stopped him, his underwear would have come off too - but since it isn't a nudist park, I knew they had to stay on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only my kid would strip at the park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-6113783953614345388?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6113783953614345388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=6113783953614345388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6113783953614345388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6113783953614345388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/nudist-park.html' title='Nudist Park??'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SbK4r__qrPI/AAAAAAAAABg/FMLIJLDvxXo/s72-c/nudist+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-5355756902020667540</id><published>2009-02-26T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:54:42.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Dinner Conversation...</title><content type='html'>Sean:  "My heart's broken"&lt;br /&gt;Scott (concerned)  "Why is that son?"&lt;br /&gt;Sean:  "Cause Mommy took it apart"&lt;br /&gt;At that point I looked on the floor and there was a plastic heart that we had bought after valentines day that had skittles in it - so I had to take it apart to get the skittles out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-5355756902020667540?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5355756902020667540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=5355756902020667540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5355756902020667540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5355756902020667540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonights-dinner-conversation.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Dinner Conversation...'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7722913856777494201</id><published>2009-02-19T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:30:12.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>Sean: (while petting Einstein) "He's got a tail"&lt;br /&gt;ME:  "Um, huh, he sure does.  Do you have a tail Sean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sean: "No, I got a winkie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7722913856777494201?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7722913856777494201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=7722913856777494201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7722913856777494201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7722913856777494201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-4624176861611037348</id><published>2009-01-30T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:29:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My BABY is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Sean's 3rd birthday.  It's hard to believe that he is already 3.   I took today off so we could spend the day together.  &lt;br /&gt;We got up and had breakfast this morning, ran a couple of errands, then headed to Bounceville!   He bounced and bounced and bounced and then bounced some more - you'd have thought he was a tigger - except that Tigger's the only one!    He said he had a great time, and I beleive it!   I can't wait to take him back again.&lt;br /&gt;After bouncing we went to lunch at Burger King.  He may have taken 3 bites of his hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;We came home, took a nap - and as soon as he woke up he said he was ready for presents!  He opened all fo his gifts - lots of of Batman toys.   A batman cave, and ALL the accesseries.   Plus some dinasours, 4 scooby doo books, and some stickers.&lt;br /&gt;He's been playing and having fun!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is his birthday party at ChuckEcheese - which he mixes up and called Monkey Jesus.   He is excited about it.  Hopefully it will go really good!!&lt;br /&gt;We also got a cat this week.   Shhhh...my lease does not allow pets.  Sean has done...well, let's just say.... um, he isn't ALWAYS afaid of the cat....only when he cat moves.    He pets Einstein if I hold him for him.  He shrieks, screams, and shakes when he seems Einstein walking around.  Which by the way, half the time he calls Einstein by the name of Dynis?  Maybe that's how his mind translates the name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-4624176861611037348?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4624176861611037348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=4624176861611037348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4624176861611037348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4624176861611037348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-is-3.html' title='My BABY is 3!!!'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-8369770528713843332</id><published>2009-01-21T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:32:56.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think it's scary that I work in IT.&lt;br /&gt;I am...a little ditzy at times&lt;br /&gt;I am...a bit behind the times when it comes to technology.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend told me about podcasts last night.   I just got an ipod for Christmas.  Apparently you don't even need an ipod!!  Who knew!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, my FAVORITE radio show - the one I have not been able to listen to since I moved to NC - I can listen to on my ipod now!!  Whoo-hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-8369770528713843332?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8369770528713843332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=8369770528713843332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8369770528713843332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8369770528713843332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/behind-times.html' title='Behind the Times'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-4081982902016646802</id><published>2009-01-06T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:25:31.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I think it's funny that so many people make resolutions at the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems silly to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should all be the best we can be all the time - not just starting January 1 - so that by January 15 we feel like failures because we've broken all the resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should wake up each day, thankful to be blessed by having another day, and make the best of it...and when the day is done, focus on the good, learn from the bad, and be ready to start over again the next day if God is gracious enough to grant one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-4081982902016646802?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4081982902016646802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=4081982902016646802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4081982902016646802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4081982902016646802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions_06.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-1452106125427753021</id><published>2009-01-06T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:52:52.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Cootie in my fridge</title><content type='html'>One day last week we picked up Sean's artwork as we were leaving daycare.   When we brought it in, he told me he wanted to put it in the refridgerator.   I thought he meant on the refridgerator...until he went in the kitchen, opened the fridge and placed it on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was cooking dinner, Sean was playing with the Cootie he'd gotten a while back in a Wendy's kid's meal.   I heard him say something about the fridge, but didn't think much about it until just now when I went to pour myself a glass of tea, and sure enough...there's a cootie in my fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's been doing great potty training and gets really excited when he poops.  He will call me in to look at different stages.    Of course I praise him for all he does...  however it was a little odd the other day when he came in while I was using the bathroom and told me he wanted to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is my Brian's birthday.  He will be 39.   Wow, my big bro is almost 40!!!   I mailed his card today at lunch - I hope he gets it in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Erica and Ryan are supposed to come see me on Saturday.   I hope they do.  I really miss my friends and have not had a chance to see any of them in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been debating what to do for Sean's birthday this year.  It's only a few weeks away!  He gets excited when he sees Chuckie Cheese comercials, so I thought about doing that again this year.    I also thought about just doing a family thing at Chick-fil-a and letting him play.   I think he's too young to do a friend party... plus I'm kinda broke!   At Chuckie it would be his cousins and maybe Jace again if Diane can bring him :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized....Sean's in bed and I'm watching Spongebob.   Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-1452106125427753021?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1452106125427753021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=1452106125427753021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1452106125427753021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1452106125427753021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-cootie-in-my-fridge.html' title='There&apos;s a Cootie in my fridge'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-5827810376248845451</id><published>2008-12-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:06:36.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee-haah, Flashlight, and  Not working</title><content type='html'>Sean enjoys playing the wee-haah game - otherwise known as DC vs. Mortal Kombat for PS3.   He and Scott play sometimes.  He normally wants to be Joker, but tonight he is trying out a few new peeps.   He saw The Flash a few minutes ago and called him flashlight.   I wasn't sure I heard him right at first...&lt;br /&gt;I have to preface this next section with these statements - I am anit-war, and even more so I am extremly anti-guns.    Therefore, I have no good reason to tell you that I bought Sean army men except for the fact they were on clearance.   Having said that - Sean and Scott were playing army men while I was making dinner.    Scott was making noises and acting out, and Sean said "Mine not working"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished putting some Cootie's together.   Sean loves Cooties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-5827810376248845451?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5827810376248845451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/5827810376248845451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/wee-haah-flashlight-and-not-working.html' title='Wee-haah, Flashlight, and  Not working'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7682631305746155013</id><published>2008-12-28T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:47:37.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was wonderful! Sean had a BLAST!!!! He got more than one little boy needs, but that's ok :).&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year in a LONG time that I haven't been depressed and "empty" feeling after Christmas.    Actually - I'm not sure that before this year that I have ever felt...satisfied with Christmas.  Oh, no, not the material things - who cares about the stuff... just the emotional side of things.   I am thankful for my family and for such a good Christmas this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a sweet little guy- full of hugs and love and stubborness!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great to be at home with him the past 5 days. It's been great spending time with him and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got a bit of a cold, but hopefully that'll be better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a slacker about blogging. I think of so much to say, but then think of how long it'd take to say it and I put it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7682631305746155013?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7682631305746155013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7682631305746155013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7072908528209783344</id><published>2008-12-15T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:34:06.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To X-MAS or not to X-Mas....</title><content type='html'>Until about 2 minutes ago, I believed that X-Mas was a disrespectul, pegan, way of taking Christy out of Christmas.   Why?  Because that is what I was taught- possibly by people who believed that because of what they were taught.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was reading a blog that I keep up with, and the person posted a link that explains the origin of X-MAS...which makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now...I doubt I'll start using X-MAS as a greeting at Christmas- simply because there are so many people who would not know... and because of that I would not want to discount Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link if you're interested....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starstuffs.com/xmas/xmas.html"&gt;http://www.starstuffs.com/xmas/xmas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7072908528209783344?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7072908528209783344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7072908528209783344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-x-mas-or-not-to-x-mas.html' title='To X-MAS or not to X-Mas....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7462050641422345578</id><published>2008-12-06T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:48:45.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, Cold, and Stanely Steamer</title><content type='html'>At times I forget that I live in the mountains now.   You wouldn't think I would since I get to see beautiful mountains around me all the time.   But it seems to be the weather that more takes me by surprise.   It has already snowed a few times this year - the first before halloween.  Not a big now - mostly just flurries.   But already it's more snow than I'd see in SC.   &lt;br /&gt;Last night they were having a Christmas tree lighting at our town park and we decided to go.   We didn't take into the account that it didn't get any warmer than 44 degress yesterday, so even at 5:30 at night, it was freaking cold out there!   We made it to the tree, listened to a few carols, drank some nasty watered down hot chocolate, and then Sean was crying, screaming, and cold.   We had misplaced his gloves and his little hands were so cold they hurt.     So, by 6:15 we were home. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go last night to have a second sleep study done.   I had one about 3 weeks ago and they determined that I have mild sleep apnea.   So, I went to sleep with the mask last night.   It is so odd for them to dress you up like a suicide bomber and watch you sleep - record it even.   The first mask didn't work out too well.  Everytime I moved in the bed, it would blow air into my eye.   So, we did another mask, and it worked much much better.   I'm guessing I'll be getting a machine soon?&lt;br /&gt;We got a letter in the mail last week that our annual apartment inspection would be on the 8th.   I don't have a problem with them doing inspections, but they should not call it an annual inspection if it's going to happen more than once a year.   They came out in July, and now they're coming out again.    We had some really bad stains on our carpet that I knew my little carpet cleaner wouldn't get out, so I decided to suck it up and pay stanley steamer to come out and clean it.   It is AMAZING how clean the carpet is now!!!!  I went ahead and did the premium carpet cleaning where they did the protect and deodorizor, and they'll come out and clean again in 6 months.   Oh, and let's not forget the nifty mat and bottle of spot remover they threw in.   Honestly, the guy was a super nice guy, he even went upstairs and cleaned a spot that was in my bedroom at no additional charge.&lt;br /&gt;Sean is getting pretty good at telling on himself these days.   I picked him up from daycare the other day and he told me that he had been in timeout.  When I asked why he said he hit tay-tay (his girlfriend).   The teacher that was there didn't know anything about it, so the next morning I asked his normal teacher and she said yes, that he had and that he said sorry and hugged her as soon as he did it, so he didn't get time out.  (As an added note - in NC they technically cannot do time out until a child is 3...so it is re-direction or something like that...)&lt;br /&gt;He is also good at getting things out of the refridgerator - like the candy I had stashed for christmas.   And Juice.   And just wait -if there is any pepper in there, he can smell it from a mile away (pepper = dr. pepper)&lt;br /&gt;We talked about going to plumtree nc to get our christmas tree - but I'm not sure if we will or not.  I want to, but then at the same time, that's a long way to go - to bring a tree home on a stratus!&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, things are picking up and will be very busy over the next few months, but that's ok - better busy than bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go check on lunch...and wait for the hour to pass so I can tell the boys they can come downstairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7462050641422345578?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7462050641422345578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7462050641422345578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleep-cold-and-stanely-steamer.html' title='Sleep, Cold, and Stanely Steamer'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3400665187894786132</id><published>2008-11-30T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:31:08.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something odd happened....</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I borrowed some CD's from a co-worker (then I ripped the to my computer)...so, over the past couple of weeks I've been listening to these songs from time to time.   All the CD's I borrowed from her are Christian music.  One of them is Casting Crowns.   I'd never really listened to them before.  Honestly, something about their name didn't sound appealing to me.  I know-  go figure. &lt;br /&gt;As I was listening to one of the songs, I feel something I have not felt in a long time.   I felt.... moved, touched,....you may even say alive.   I don't feel much often, not in that sense anyway.  It's like something is broken that I can't fix.   I've talked to God about it.   I'm sure it's on my part and not His.    One day I hope it will be fixed.    It was nice to have that feeling.   I love being able to feel God.   It seems to happen when we least expect it.  &lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the subject...I've done a bad job of looking for a church here.    I've visited 3.   One seemed to be alot of gliz, glamor and show.   The second I went to the contempory service and failed to see anything comtempory about it.   The third the preacher was talking about selling rocks from the parking lot for prayer.    It was the I realized that the churches here are NOT like the ones in SC.   At least not like MY church in SC.&lt;br /&gt;Thankgiving was pretty good this year.   We stayed at home, and just had a nice day the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;Normally the day after thanksgiving me and my sister and my sister in law go shopping.   Alot has happened lately, and things just didn't work out for us to go this year.   I went out a few places by myself but it wasn't the same.    I went to Kohls first, and had to abandon my mission - it was too backed up in there, and my back was hurting and there were no carts.   So, I headed to walmart, old navy and target.   I was home by 7.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few emotional days this week.   Nov 25th was the 17th anniversary of my mom's death.   I was 17 when she died, so that means that this year I've lived as long without her as I lived with her.    I miss her alot and there's a lot I wish I could talk to her about.    Life is complicated sometimes in a way that only a mommy would understand.    There is a lot I wish I would have paid more attention to, but all in all, I'm thankful for the mom I had and the time I had with her.&lt;br /&gt;Sean has told me a few times this weekend that I dont listen.   I wonder where he got that phrase from!  HA!   He is becoming such a chatterbox, and repeating ALOT of stuff.   It's funny when you tell him not to say stuff - for example, he now will proudly tell you "don't say boobies"....  or "don't say dammit"   and let's not forget that the guitar told him to shut up, and shut up is a bad word, so the guitar needs soap.   &lt;br /&gt;It is late, and my bed is calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3400665187894786132?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3400665187894786132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3400665187894786132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-odd-happened.html' title='something odd happened....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-6063568908598686184</id><published>2008-11-28T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:19:06.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is 3:15 am and I'm....</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to go shopping!!!  &lt;br /&gt;I love black friday.   We normally do it as a tradition- me, Paige and Donna, but so much has happened lately in Donna's world, and Paige has to work today, I've been sick and had some back problems, it just didn't work out.   So, my back feels ok this fine friday morning, so I'm gonna go brave the crowds so that I can spend money that I don't really need to be spending on stuff that I don't really need to be buying!!  Whoo- hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been lazy on Blogging -I'll try to be better.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you on this note - We hung up a Santa Claus last weekend and Sean kep calling him Christmas Claus.   Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-6063568908598686184?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6063568908598686184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6063568908598686184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-315-am-and-im.html' title='It is 3:15 am and I&apos;m....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-6127234668974655010</id><published>2008-11-11T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:14:17.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What??!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>As I watched the news this morning, I heard about some con-artists in Greenville.   They hit once and ran off with someone's money.  The second time they stole the person's $35,000 watch and...  I have no idea what else - I stopped at $35,000 watch - what kind of person spends that much money on a watch?   Further more - do you REALLY dare going out in public wearing something of that much value.   &lt;br /&gt;Common sense people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-6127234668974655010?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6127234668974655010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6127234668974655010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/what.html' title='What??!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-1722575427457312993</id><published>2008-11-02T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:35:50.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind....catching up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SQ2lExiCCvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/miMjuR7Y7O0/s1600-h/halloween+hoopla+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I get so wrapped up in reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; blogs that I use all my free time doing that and don't have time to write - and then when I have time, it seems to be all random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean has learned what Eye Brow's are - but he calls then Eye Browns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to order something to eat, Sean wants hamburger nuggets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean got the flu mist this week. He did great with it - at the office. But I have a sneaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt; that is why he was up until 2 AM on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. Whenever he gets any sort of vaccine we normally have a night or two of sleeplessness. Around midnight that night Sean informs me that he wants a kitty. This isn't the first or last time he's said it, but it seemed random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; me telling him to close his eyes, lay down, etc.. that he wanted a kitty. I reminded him that he was scared of them and he said he was not afraid anymore. Yeah right - he saw the neighbors cat Friday night and screamed so loud that I could hear him 2 houses away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see Brian on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night after work, then I was off on Friday and went down there and spent a few hours with him at the hospital in TR. He is doing so much better. He had even figured out a way to talk a little bit. Sean calls Brian "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muncle&lt;/span&gt; Brian" and colored a picture last night to go in the card I bought him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning Sean slept until we woke him up at 9:30. 9:30 is normally the cut off time for taking kids to daycare, but I had called his teacher and she told me that as long as he was there by 10:30 that it was fine. He didn't want to go to daycare that day - until I told him he was having a party that day. When I took him in, I sat down with him for a little bit like I normally do, and I was surrounded by 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; all talking at once! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back to NC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon from seeing Brian, we picked Sean up and went to the mall to do early voting. Voting with a 2 year old wasn't easy, but I felt it was important to put my vote in for McCain, and Friday worked out better for me than missing time at work on Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After voting we came home and got ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. Scott had pitched a fit several times over the past month wanting a costume. I can't justify spending the money on that for someone who never really leaves the house. So, he dug through the closet and found the Zorro outfit I bought him last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got Sean ready and we headed to Halloween Hoopla at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt; Baptist. It was huge with tons of people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264044028334724194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SQ2kJ1boVGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xp80xwCpW7A/s320/halloween+hoopla+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There were lots of games to play to earn candy. They had free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;snow cones&lt;/span&gt; for everyone! And they had inflatables! Sean's favorite is the inflatables. He loves to bounce!!! He liked the games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but he kinda cheated at some of them - although I'm sure he didn't realize he was cheating.... I hope. We only stayed an hour or so and he was ready to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we watched some TV and then we headed out to shop. We went to Target to buy leftover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; candy. I bought some to freeze to keep for Christmas. Then we went to Toys R Us. Sean has been saying that he wants a purple guitar for Christmas. Now, I don't know if you've ever looked for a purple children's guitar for a little boy, but I don't think they exist! So, we ended up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sponge bob&lt;/span&gt; guitar. Scott is going to re-string it so that it can be a lefty guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon we took Sean to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sky Top&lt;/span&gt; Apple Orchid in Flat Rock. I never knew it existed, but I read about it in my old friend Tracey's blog. My friend Tracey who was 5 minutes from my office on Tuesday and didn't call me. But I still love ya!! Anyway, back to the Apple Orchid - It was a really cool place. We opted not to pick our own apples. We just wanted to play. There were play areas for Sean with swing sets, and play houses - one even shaped like an apple! Then there was a pumpkin house that was a slide. Fun stuff. Then we went on a hayride so that we could see all around the orchid. After that we bought two half pecks of apples and headed home. It was a good afternoon and I think Sean had fun. When we were paying for our apples, Sean was eating one and the guy asked if he picked it himself - he said yes. I laughed and told him - yep, right out of my bag! I am glad that we put a pull-up on Sean for the trip - the only potties they had there were portable ones and I can't imagine taking him into one, no matter how clean or well maintained they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night the church around the corner was having a BBQ. It was over-priced and the oddest experience I've ever had at a church. The guy that took our money was nice enough. The guy spooning out the food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but acted like I was nuts when I asked for a plate for Sean (I had paid $5 for a kids plate!!). And then they were taking $2 donations if you wanted a beer to drink. Now, I'm not opposed to people having a drink now and then, but having beer in the house of God just seemed...wrong! Guess I'm just a little too Baptist!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took Sean to the park last night. We had fun until Sean was done swinging and Scott wanted to swing for a minute. We told Sean to stand to the side and he did - at first, then he ran behind Scott - and so when Scott came back he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; hit Sean. Sean had sand everywhere - mouth, nose, etc.... His lip was busted, but otherwise seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. He is a little bruised this morning, but nothing like I expected, thankfully!! I'm very glad he wasn't badly hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They opened a new super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart near us this week. It is great to have one close by so I don't have to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hendersonville&lt;/span&gt; anymore. On Wednesday night we decided to go check out the new store, and we bought Sean a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; that he wanted. It was cute in the store, but when got it home and Sean figured out that it walks, it wasn't fun anymore. He's finally to the point where he'll press the button and run jump on the couch while it walks. Too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I think that is caught up enough!! If you want to see pics of Halloween Hoopla or the Apple Orchid, check out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; photo albums:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2007708&amp;amp;l=4e194&amp;amp;id=1337868030"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2007708&amp;amp;l=4e194&amp;amp;id=1337868030&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2007745&amp;amp;l=3890d&amp;amp;id=1337868030&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-1722575427457312993?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1722575427457312993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1722575427457312993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/behindcatching-up.html' title='Behind....catching up!!'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SQ2kJ1boVGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xp80xwCpW7A/s72-c/halloween+hoopla+2008+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7857936655126052380</id><published>2008-11-01T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:39:38.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman and Zorro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SQxqEpnxxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXglsJMDtuU/s1600-h/halloween+hoopla+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263698692613981458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SQxqEpnxxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXglsJMDtuU/s320/halloween+hoopla+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7857936655126052380?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7857936655126052380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7857936655126052380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/batman-and-zorro.html' title='Batman and Zorro'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SQxqEpnxxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXglsJMDtuU/s72-c/halloween+hoopla+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7027149961430141258</id><published>2008-10-26T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:38:04.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Sean</title><content type='html'>Sean and I made rice crispie treats today.  We had a lot of fun and he was a big help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7027149961430141258?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7027149961430141258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7027149961430141258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/cooking-with-sean.html' title='Cooking with Sean'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-8249805156565652370</id><published>2008-10-26T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:12:11.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mommy Stick</title><content type='html'>**warning - graphic female information included in this post***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week or so ago, Sean came into the bathroom while I was using it and opened the cabinet, got a tampon out, and asked me if I needed it.   I told him that was a mommy thing and I didn't need it.   He said that it is a stick.   I told him him again that it was a mommy thing and he asked if I needed my stick.  I told him no and he handed it to me.  &lt;br /&gt;He stood there looking at me, waiting for me to do something with it.  I then asked him to give me a few minutes privacy, which actually bought me about 5 seconds - which was long enough to hide it under a  towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in the bathroom again and he came in, opened the cabinet, and said here's your mommy stick....once I finished laughing i just took it from him and laid it on the counter....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-8249805156565652370?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8249805156565652370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8249805156565652370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/mommy-stick.html' title='The Mommy Stick'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-4310937817523825986</id><published>2008-10-26T09:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:27:38.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit....</title><content type='html'>is a new word is Sean's vocabulary.  &lt;br /&gt;I thought he said it yesterday morning, but I wasn't sure.  As the day went on, he said it a  couple more times.  So...out came the SOAP!  &lt;br /&gt;We went to the halloween carnival at Kate's park yesterday.  They had games that the kids could play and win toys or candy.   They had a little train that Sean enjoyed riding on.     They also had an inflatable for the kids to bounce on.   Sean had lots of fun and was wore out by the end of the carnival.  &lt;br /&gt;We went to the pet store yesterday to look around and see what Sean tought of the animals.  He has so far been pretty steady in his fear of animals, but he talks about wanting a kitty, so we thought we'd go looking around.   We found a kitty that we thought was cute, and we asked if we could hold him....   so, I sat down, Sean in my lap, and the lady handed me the kitty.  It took about 2 seconds for Sean to start backing away.   Not ready yet.  Maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go see Brian at the new hospital today...just waiting on Scott to get up to keep Sean for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-4310937817523825986?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4310937817523825986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4310937817523825986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/dammit.html' title='Dammit....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3829664322637793048</id><published>2008-10-25T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:52:27.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The imaginary dinasour</title><content type='html'>Sean is carrying around his imaginary dinasour this morning, bringing it over from time to time to let me pet it or kiss it.   He even let me hold it for a few minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;He also announced this morning that he does not have a winkie - he has a tail.   I'm glad he cleared that one up for us.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a busy week.  Brian has been in the hosptial for a little over a week and a half, and he had surgery on Tuesday, so I took the day off to spend the day at the hosptial with him and Donna.  The surgery went well and he seems to be improving since then.  They moved him to a new hospital yesterday.    I really appreciate all the thoughts and prayers for my brother this week.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Greenville last weekend so that I could visit with him.  We also took Sean to Boo in the Zoo.  Sean is batman this year, an although he was hesistant to keep his costume on, once we got there and he started figuring out what that it was all about - he became batman on a mission.   At the first station - when he said trick or treat and they put a reeses cup in his bag - he was in heaven!  He wanted it out to eat right then.   When I told him that he had to wait so he could get more - he started speend walking - bag open - through the zoo.    He did great.   Towards the end he tried to take his costume off.  I let him shed the mask, but he had to keep the rest on - he didn't have any pants on underneath :).&lt;br /&gt;Work has been busy this week, but good.   I'm glad not to be on-call this weekend though :)&lt;br /&gt;We're taking Sean to another Halloween event this afternoon at the little park nearby.  I hope he'll do good there. &lt;br /&gt;I've thought of a million things to blog about lately but not have the time to, and now I can't remember what all I was going to say....   that's how life goes, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3829664322637793048?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3829664322637793048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3829664322637793048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/imaginary-dinasour.html' title='The imaginary dinasour'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-312396737915773602</id><published>2008-10-09T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:43:24.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks, Potties, and Elmo, oh my!!</title><content type='html'>Day before yesterday (tuesday), when I picked Sean up from daycare, one of the teachers told me to start sending him in underwear and she'd work with him on using the potty.   &lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was the big day - He wore Elmo on his hiney and he had two accidents all day.  Not bad for the first day.  &lt;br /&gt;Today he wore Elmo on his hiney again, and he used the potty all day very well.    When we picked him up today he was getting his clothes changed for the first time because he was a little bit wet - and the teacher told me that she'd gotten tied up on the phone with another parent and so he had to wait a little longer to go potty, hence the reason he had the accident.  Very cool.  My goal is potty trained by 3. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight we took Sean to the park for a little bit, but there were lots of bugs there - don't know what was up with that, but we didn't stay too long because of that.    When we got home I was working on supper and Sean went into the bathroom.   He called for Mommy because he couldn't get the door open, so I opened it and let him out.    A few minutes later he went back in there and locked the door.   He started calling for me again - and then we realized it was locked.   I was trying to talk him through unlocking the door and Scott was looking for a screwdriver and trying to decide if we should bust through the door instead of looking.   Sean finally listened and was able to unlock the door.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my BP med filled soon ... I've missed 2 days and now my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Gas is starting to get more plentiful around here.   Still scarce at times, but no long lines when it's available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-312396737915773602?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/312396737915773602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/312396737915773602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/locks-potties-and-elmo-oh-my.html' title='Locks, Potties, and Elmo, oh my!!'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-8190590086016945993</id><published>2008-10-07T21:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:15:38.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!   Batman Sucks His Thumb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254585333819547618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SOwJhWhKn-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/gBDxDgq1ztY/s320/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SOwJUwogXYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oAxBdMpcOU8/s1600-h/batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254585117491355010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SOwJUwogXYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oAxBdMpcOU8/s320/batman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-8190590086016945993?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8190590086016945993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8190590086016945993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-news-batman-sucks-his-thumb.html' title='Breaking News!   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We had Sean try on an ELMO outfit last night.   It was so cute...but... he didn't want it.   I'm itching to go back and buy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Santa did some shopping last night.    Santa had a 10% off coupon that was going to expire soon, so Santa decided to stock up and bought lots of cool stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Sean to the park last night.   We started at the community park, but there were TOO many people, and too many big kids that weren't watching what they were doing.   So, we left and went to the small park near our house.   MUCH better!  Sean swang for a LONG time.   He is finally big enough to sit in the big boy swings and hold on tight :).  He also loves to slide and to roll down the grassy hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3610169298439221474?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3610169298439221474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3610169298439221474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/hohoho-happy-tober.html' title='HOHOHO  Happy &apos;Tober'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3286069703786366983</id><published>2008-10-05T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:30:54.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Think...</title><content type='html'>Sean was telling me all the people he loves this morning....&lt;br /&gt;I love mommy bunches&lt;br /&gt;I love daddy bunches&lt;br /&gt;I love Maverick bunches&lt;br /&gt;I love Ta-Ta bunches&lt;br /&gt;then he but his finger on his lip..tapped once...and said "let's think"&lt;br /&gt;I love Rica&lt;br /&gt;I love Meca&lt;br /&gt;"let's think" again....&lt;br /&gt;I love Landon&lt;br /&gt;"let's think" again...&lt;br /&gt;I love Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he informed me that Katrina is now his girfriend...not Ta-ta or Maddie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3286069703786366983?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3286069703786366983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3286069703786366983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-think.html' title='Let&apos;s Think...'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7376401259899270463</id><published>2008-10-04T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:52:36.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I not your girlfriend...</title><content type='html'>Ok, to  start off...I'm one of "those" mommies.   I believe in soap.   Not just for bath time.  For cleaning little mouths that dirty words come out of.  So far the only bad word that Sean has gotten soap for is Shut-Up.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night when we were getting ready for bed I was in Sean's room with him playing.   While we were in there, we heard scratching at the door.   We opened the door, and noone was there was nothing there.    We closed it back, and then the scratching started again.   Sean started getting a little scared.   We opened the door again...still nothing.    Then once again, it started back.  When mommy opened the  door again (sean was already scared and not about to open it on his own),  daddy jumped out to scare us.  &lt;br /&gt;I ended up leaving the room to take a shower because I was coughing and wanted to see if the hot water would help.    After my shower, I scrated on the door.   No one came to open it.   I scratched again.  Still noone.   So, I opened the door and roared.     Sean screamed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Scareing your two year old isn't very nice.   Neither does it make it easy for them to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So, we talked to him a good bit about the monsters on sesame street being the only monsters that there are, and as long as he isn't a cookie, he has nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 10 minutes -&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are laying in our room talking because we're not really expecting Sean to stay in bed long.   Sean appears at our door with his pillow and skeeti (spaghetti head - his stuffed doggie).   So, I let him climb in with us for a bit.   Scott went downstairs.   Sean and I are laying there talking, and apparently skeeti was acting up.   Sean told me that skeeti said a bad word and needed soap, then he spanked him AND put him in time out.   He told skeeti "I not your girlfriend"  Then he picked up my stuffed bear (yes, I know..I'm 34 and still have a stuffed animal), and he said that Buttons had said a bad word and needed soap.   I wonder what word they said???&lt;br /&gt;Sean ended up dozing off in our bed, then woke up when we moved him to his room.   I had to "sit chair" for a while, and when I left he got up and banged on the door.   Scott went up there and talked to him and got him to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we all have a cold, cough, or something.  Yeah for us!!&lt;br /&gt;We took Sean to the park last night.   He had a good time running around.   The little park we went to is next to the Methodist church in town...which just happened to start their pumpkin sale yesterday.   So, we went over and checked out all the pumpkin's after the park.   They had lots and lots of pumpkins.    We found a HUGE one for us, but we gotta wait a while to put it out because last year the squirrls ate it.    We let Sean pick one out and he close the littlest one there was.   It is tiny.   TINY!!  But it's all his!&lt;br /&gt;It's getting to be much cooler weather these days.  It's nice!&lt;br /&gt;There's still a bit of a gas shortage around here.   Ingles had gas yesterday, so I stopped in on my way to work - not because I was almost out of gas- but because I was almost out of money and decided that maybe I should get gas while I still had some left before next payday!&lt;br /&gt;I think my boys are home from going to Ingles to get muffins for breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7376401259899270463?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7376401259899270463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7376401259899270463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-not-your-girlfriend.html' title='I not your girlfriend...'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-167586901804145951</id><published>2008-10-01T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:45:17.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Lion</title><content type='html'>We were in the living room tonight and Sean was sitting in his comfy lion chair, then the next thing I know he is telling he that the lion is mean and that he spanked it.   I asked if it was ok now, and he said no and spanked it again.   Then Scott came in the room and Sean told him that the lion was mean.  Scott asked what the lion did to him and Sean said the lion hit him.  I lost it.  I was trying not to laugh, but I had a vivid mental picture of this lion chair hitting Sean.  &lt;br /&gt;I think he's forgiven the lion now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to daycare tonight Sean was crying because Maverick had hit his hand.   Before we left for the day Maverick gave Sean a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to my brother today for the first time in a while today.  He seemed to be doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Sean to the park tonight.  It was cold and he was whiney, so we didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 3 am I heard Mommy.   Mommy.   Mooooommmmmmyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I went in there and Sean was standing in front of his tv, pushing buttons on the remote, trying to get Scooby Doo to come back on.   I got it playing again, and told him I was going to bed, which caused him to cry.   So, I told him that I was going to bed, I'd leave his door open and he could come get me if he needed me, or come get in my bed if he needed to.   20 minutes later he was in between us, sound asleep, rooting me to the very edge of the bed.   But ya know what??  I love him no matter how tired I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I went to dinner with Blake and Jenny last night.  We ate at the Moose.   The food and the company were great, but the service sucked.   Oh well, at the least it was great otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-167586901804145951?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/167586901804145951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=167586901804145951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/167586901804145951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/167586901804145951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-lion.html' title='The Bad Lion'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-1263363929587316733</id><published>2008-09-30T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:02:45.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Crappy Person</title><content type='html'>I have a bad habit of trashing Scott.   The things I say are not untrue.   But it hit me last night that I really shouldn't trash him as much as I do.   And the fact that I say things about him to entertain others makes me a crappy shallow person.    Scott has issues, he's not perfect, and we argue alot.   But he can be so nice, and he loves to play with Sean, and Sean adores him.   He can be easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I have to find a way to get the tension that I feel over the things that  go on in our relationship out without being such a crappy person and talking so bad about him and making fun of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-1263363929587316733?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1263363929587316733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=1263363929587316733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1263363929587316733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1263363929587316733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-crappy-person.html' title='I&apos;m a Crappy Person'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7371804833766602956</id><published>2008-09-28T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:13:17.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose Breakfast, Corn Maze and Sean</title><content type='html'>I woke up close to 8 this morning and Sean wasn't making a peep.  I was surprised, so I went ahead and took my shower.  When I got done, I opened his door and he was laying in the floor watching scooby doo.   We played in his room for a while.  Finally close to 9 we headed downstairs.   We ate a light breakfast and played for a while.   He was a stinkerpot when it came time to get dressed and when it was time to get in the car.   We met Joe at the Moose Cafe for breakfast at 10:30.  As soon as we walked in, Sean saw the huge moose and called it a horsey!&lt;br /&gt;Sean was in a MOOD at the resturant.   He was being difficult.&lt;br /&gt;After brunch, we went to the farmers market next door and walked around.  Sean's mood was a little better, but not much.   He wanted to touch everything.  At one point he picked up an apple and almost took a bite before I could get it away.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Joe's house and hung out for a little while.   Sean and Joe had fun playing - well, I know that Sean did - I hope Joe did.    Sean was running around, hiding in the closet, riding his deigo trike, etc...    Sean opened Joe's refridgerator, grabbed a stick of butter and ran into his bedroom and into the closet! &lt;br /&gt;We came home and I finally got Sean to take a nap.  &lt;br /&gt;After his nap, we decided to go to the corn maze that's about 30 min away.   None of us have ever been to a corn maze.   Scott and I had been to a mazed at a beach a few years ago, but it wasn't corn.    So, we went through the first part of the maze fairly easily.  When we got to phase 2, it got pretty frustrating.   We kept going in circles.  We were hot, sweaty, itchy, etc...  Sean was getting tired and although Scott tried to carry him on his shoulders, and his arms, Sean just really wanted me.  So, I carried him while I could, and then held his hand part of the time.   We were finally frustrated enough and ended up  sitting down to let Sean rest.    After that we went in circles a little longer, found our way to a familar spot, cut through the corn, and found our way out.   I think it'll be a long while before we visit again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, broke, and dreading waking up early tomorrow for work, but had a good weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7371804833766602956?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7371804833766602956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=7371804833766602956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7371804833766602956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7371804833766602956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/moose-breakfast-corn-maze-and-sean.html' title='Moose Breakfast, Corn Maze and Sean'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-2137070563442318546</id><published>2008-09-26T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:10:51.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Beans and Molassas</title><content type='html'>We went  to eat tonight at the Moose Cafe.   Wanna know a secret?  I went there last night with my friends Joe and Jenny too!&lt;br /&gt;The Moose is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Sean was being a little bit of a stinkerpot at dinner.  When he finally got around to eating HIS food, he was also asking what was on the table, and that he wanted it.... so I had to put some molassas on his plate - then...you guessed it - he started dipping his green beans in it and eating them.   Then he was eating some of my fries -and he wanted ketchup-  then he started dipping his green beans in ketchup.   Whatever it takes to get him to eat it, right?&lt;br /&gt;Last night when we had gone to Ingles and we got a pack of little pumpkins.   Sean's been playing with one since then - the rest were on the kitchen table - just a little bit ago he started getting them off the table and putting them on the bottom step, he was so proud of himself too.&lt;br /&gt;After the pumpkin incident, Sean got his stool out of the kitchen (which is supposed to stay in the bathroom to help him reach the potty and the sink - but ya know how that goes....).   He put it on his head and was walking through the living room singing happy birthday.  (but to who??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day that it was cool, so Sean wore his spiderman jacket to daycare.  He was SOOOOOOO excited!!!  &lt;br /&gt;It's raining today, so he wore the awesome raincoat that i bought him at the thrift sale last weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean was just tickling Scott and he said "i love you" - that's the first time he's told someone that without being told first.  Very sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's been a stinker about going to bed lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas is still short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough is finally getting better.  I've been sneezy the past two days, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED going to dinner with Joe and Jenny last night.  It was so much fun!!!   Scott kept Sean and took him to the park to play while I was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-2137070563442318546?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2137070563442318546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=2137070563442318546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/2137070563442318546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/2137070563442318546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/green-beans-and-molassas.html' title='Green Beans and Molassas'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7821360297509107932</id><published>2008-09-24T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:41:25.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas crisis continues....</title><content type='html'>So, gas is still in short supply now.   Some stations are gettins shipments and running out within a short time frame.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up driving to SC to get gas tonight, just to relieve the stress of not knowing...and we still had to wait an hour and a half to get $40 in gas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7821360297509107932?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7821360297509107932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=7821360297509107932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7821360297509107932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7821360297509107932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/gas-crisis-continues.html' title='Gas crisis continues....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-177368881139325156</id><published>2008-09-23T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:00:52.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice/Water Dispensor Discovery</title><content type='html'>Sean has just discovered the joy of the ice/water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dispensor&lt;/span&gt; that is built into the fridge.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night he added LOTS of ice to my cup, and tonight he helped himself to some water.&lt;br /&gt;He has also learned how to open the fridge/freezer this week.  I'm sure the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;popcicles&lt;/span&gt; that were in the freezer helped with that discovery.  He wasn't shy about opening it up and getting more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popcicles&lt;/span&gt; out.  He had the cutest grin on his face when he'd get one - like he'd made the greatest discovery in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean drew a nice big purple line on his face - all the way back to his ear today at daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to see next to his girlfriend Madison for breakfast this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call the doctor today because I'm still coughing.  It was getting better over the weekend, but it seems to be getting worse again.   They didn't call me back.  Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Sean to the park last night.  He learned how to slide on his belly.  It was cute.   I took some pics and videos with my phone - I just need to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go visit a corn maze or ghost town this weekend, but it all depends on the gas situation.  And of course if I have the money for us to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; that I love fall??   Monday was the first day of fall, and it was great!!  The weather is cooler - my windows are open and the AC is off.  There's something about this time of year that makes me both very happy, and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;melencholy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-177368881139325156?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/177368881139325156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=177368881139325156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/177368881139325156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/177368881139325156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/icewater-dispensor-discovery.html' title='Ice/Water Dispensor Discovery'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-734658505837728621</id><published>2008-09-23T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:51:36.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SNmPBUiYm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t3_gwly_a_Q/s1600-h/Gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249384093532593010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SNmPBUiYm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t3_gwly_a_Q/s320/Gas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought that we'd be in the middle of a gas shortage. I'm amazed at how things are. A hurricane hit 2 weeks ago in Texas. Gas supplies have been low since before the hurricane hit, but now they are really scarce. More stations seemed to be getting gas near the weekend, but this week it's sad and a little scary that gas is so hard to find. Not just in my town - but all the surrounding towns too. People are sitting in line for a hour or so at a time - just to get gas as soon as somewhere gets a shipment. Police are directing traffic at the stations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight cars were lined up about 2 miles at the Enmark station, as the tanker filled up the gas, people waited... An hour and a half later, the line didn't seem any shorter as we drove by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-734658505837728621?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/734658505837728621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=734658505837728621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/734658505837728621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/734658505837728621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/gas.html' title='GAS'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SNmPBUiYm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t3_gwly_a_Q/s72-c/Gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-7845790148048312157</id><published>2008-09-22T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:04:04.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I not your girlfriend</title><content type='html'>So... there's been a few times lately when Sean has been playing and we're chatting back and forth, and i'll say "i love you" and he'll say it back, or say he don't love me, or whatever he feels like saying at the time - then he'll say "i not your girlfriend"   - it's so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;It looks like ta-ta has some competition at daycare.  Ta-ta (taylin) has been Sean's girlfriend for a while now.   Friday morning she pulled out a chair for Sean to sit beside her...   But Sean turned and went and sat next to Maddie!    He rubbed her arm and said "my maddie" and then started touching her curls.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been sick for a couple of weeks now.  I went to the dr on Wednesday and she decided it is walking pneumonia... so, I finished my antibiotics yesterday - hopefullly all this mess will go away!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning was the first day that I woke up feeling good in a while, and Sean woke up in an incrediably good mood.   We played some inside, and it was in the 50's outside (I love the mountains!!!).   We went on the deck and played with sidewalk chalk.  Sean had me drawing butterflys, ABC's, circles, anything he could think of.    Then we got dressed and went to a park.   We'd only been to this park a couple of times, but it's a good one.   He played on the playground for a little bit, then I got his trike out of the trunk and we took off along the walking trail.   He peddled his little heart out!!!   He had to stop a couple of times to pick a flower (weeds, grass, etc), and he intentionally went into the grass so he would fall off a couple of times.    We played on the playground stuff a little more, then we headed to the Chilren's consignment sale (we had gotten him a lot of stuff Saturday and Sunday was half price day).   After we picked up a couple of things, we went to walmart to buy groceries, then headed home.   A busy but good day. &lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such a good boy!!&lt;br /&gt;A few times on Sunday, Sean would do something to hurt me (hit, pinch, bite) and when I'd say something to him about it, he would look at me and say "I sorry".   I asked if he has to say that alot at daycare :)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get ready for work!!  I'm gonna be late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-7845790148048312157?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7845790148048312157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=7845790148048312157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7845790148048312157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/7845790148048312157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-not-your-girlfriend.html' title='I not your girlfriend'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3723242667432575340</id><published>2008-09-13T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:55:34.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MINE</title><content type='html'>Is it bad that I want some things to be just mine?&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be an on going battle.   I shouldn't have to tell another adult to leave MY stuff alone, right?   Not to touch it, borrow it, steal it, etc..., right?&lt;br /&gt;The latest of this battle is two-fold.&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago I bought 2 printers from Sam's.  One for Scott and one for me.   Scott has been using his, but I haven't needed to print anything so I didn't set mine up yet.  So, today I find out that Scott used up all of his printer cartridge and then helped himself to mine.   WTF???   Why was that ok?  Without even asking?&lt;br /&gt;Then this afternoon, Scott came downstairs and said he had a confession to make.  Oh my, those are usually doozies -  Apparently he had been upstairs and for some reason decided to take two big swigs of MY cough syrup.   My PERSCRIPTION cough syrup.   And the only reason he told me?  Because he started to feel bad physically afterward and was afraid it was mixing incorrectly with the tons of addreall he's eaten in the past 4 days (that he's stayed awake and not slept during). &lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.   I should have locked my cough syrup in the safe.   The safe that I had to buy to keep him away from my other medicines because he thinks if I have something that it is his as well!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wonder why I wish I was an ex-wife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3723242667432575340?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3723242667432575340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=3723242667432575340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3723242667432575340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3723242667432575340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/mine.html' title='MINE'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3833163025454846409</id><published>2008-09-13T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:07:14.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I hate viral illnesses. I hate even more paying a doctor money to tell you that an illness is viral.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a horrible cough for over a week now - it's a deep chest sounding cough that sounds like bronchitis or pneumonia - only it dosen't feel like it's in my lungs. So, I paid a doc $50 the other day to tell me that it' s viral and gave me cough pills and couch syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has a My Size Batman that is almost as tall as he is. For a long time he was terrified of it, but now he loves it. Two nights ago Sean gave batman a spanking and put him in timeout. It was too cute! I'm not sure what the offense was, but it must have been bad to get both a spanking and timeout!&lt;br /&gt;He also had a brush and was brushing batman's hair.   Kinda funny since Batman has a platic head and no visable hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to daycare on Thursday to pick Sean up, he was on the far end of the playground, climbing the fence. It freaked me out. (Meanwhile the teacher was sitting on her butt not doing a thing about it...) Scott talked to him about it, and on the way home Sean told me that he didn't want a spanking for it. I explained to him that he wouldn't get one unless he did it again. The next morning when we got to daycare, as I was getting Sean out of the car he told me that he wasn't gonna climb the fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3833163025454846409?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3833163025454846409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=3833163025454846409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3833163025454846409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3833163025454846409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-1047004083108668316</id><published>2008-09-10T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:48:20.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick People (and I don't mean a cold)</title><content type='html'>Not too long after we moved, I found an article online about the in-home daycare that Sean had stayed at for the first approx 9 months of his life, where the husband of the caregiver had been arrested for molesting possibly two girls that were in the daycare.    I had known this couple for many years, lived near them, they kept my neice, etc... so the news was shocking, but it did explain why she had to close suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason tonight I looked up online to see if there were any other news about him.&lt;br /&gt;Apparetly they had his sentencing in July and he got 5 years jail time and 5 years parole.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about it, I immediately thought of one sweet girl that was in the daycare who had already been though hell in her short life, and my gut told me it was her.   In the newstory that I saw tonight, that was confirmed.   It showed her "mother"  (grandmother actually, but she is more of a mother to this sweet girl than her "real" mom ever was), and it showed her cousin's mom in the courtroom too (the second little girl that was possibly moletested, but as a plea deal he was only charged with one).&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.   What makes people do crazy things like this?   I knew this man, his wife, their kids, their grandkids.... I left my son with them.   I had alot of respect for them, and even before tonight questioned if it was really true.    I am thankful that Sean was too young to realize what was going on if anything ever did happen while he was there.   I hope and pray that these little girls can grow up and move beyond this, and overcome any scars that this may leave on their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-1047004083108668316?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1047004083108668316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=1047004083108668316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1047004083108668316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/1047004083108668316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-people-and-i-dont-mean-cold.html' title='Sick People (and I don&apos;t mean a cold)'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-40214120240612409</id><published>2008-09-10T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:20:24.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;There.  I said it.   I have a horrible cough.&lt;br /&gt;I paid a guy $50 yesterday to tell me it was viral and to give me cough meds.&lt;br /&gt;I found that I get emotional when I'm sick.  Two of my friends made me tear up yesterday - over stupid stuff that should not have bothered me!    AND  I'm paranoid when I'm sick.   My boss's door was shut, then open, then there was an HR person in there, and I was sure they were preparing to fire me.  Why?  Cause I'm nuts.  I've done nothing wrong.  I do my job well to the best of my knowledge.  Just crazy some days I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-40214120240612409?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/40214120240612409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=40214120240612409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/40214120240612409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/40214120240612409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-3651662166311539087</id><published>2008-09-05T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:47:32.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>When Sean was sick two weeks ago, he was so miserable that he wanted mommy to hold him like a baby and he told me "Jesus" - he wanted me to sing Jesus to him.   So, there we sat, for a long time, me holding him, rocking like a baby, and singing Jesus Loves Me.&lt;br /&gt;Since then he's become more instant on saying Jesus at night- which is saying his prayers to thank Jesus for his family, friends, and teachers (with our help of course).&lt;br /&gt;He has a book of Jesus Loves the little children - it's very sweet when he hands it to us and says Jesus.   Tonight he tried signing it with Scott as he sang it to him.&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet to watch him grasp Jesus - in the way only a 2 year old can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-3651662166311539087?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3651662166311539087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=3651662166311539087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3651662166311539087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/3651662166311539087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-8853598592927078884</id><published>2008-09-05T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:49:42.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's Week</title><content type='html'>Sean's had an interesting week this week...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the doc for croup&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we spent the day in SC playing with Esme's toys&lt;br /&gt;Monday we were lazy and hung around the house&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday he went back to daycare and his little girlfriend bit him on the arm.   She said she was sorry and he said he still loves her :)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday he wouldn't sit down for dinner and when I wouldn't hold him, he started bawling and when I laughed at him the said "leave me awone!!!"  - just made me laugh more (of course then I hugged him and let him sit in my lap for the rest of dinner)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday when I picked him up from daycare he didn't have his socks on - just his shoes.  When  we went to look for his socks, one of his teachers told me that he had taken them off outside and filled them up with dirt! (I later found out that he also did the twist in the dirt in his socks!&lt;br /&gt;Friday he and his best friend Maverick got into a fight over a truck...Rica said he wasn't about to let go of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-8853598592927078884?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8853598592927078884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=8853598592927078884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8853598592927078884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/8853598592927078884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/seans-week.html' title='Sean&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-6334892280768922470</id><published>2008-09-02T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:41:08.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a pretty good one.  I was supposed to be oncall, but my friend Joe needed to be off call next weekend, so we traded.&lt;br /&gt;When I picked Sean up from daycare on Friday he had a bad cough and I could see then that we'd be at the doc on Saturday.    &lt;br /&gt;Friday night we just made dinner and played.  Sean went to bed by 8:30 and I laid in bed a read a new blog that I had gotten very interested in until my laptop died, then I went to bed.  Scott had a friend over.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I called and got Sean a doctor's appointment.   I was shocked when they told me that the doc could see him at 9:45 - it was 9:12, I hadn't had a shower, and the dr is a 25 min drive.  Talk about getting ready very FAST!!   The doc walked in the door and said right away that it was croup (shocker!)...and so...we started on steriods.  We didn't do much on Saturday, mostly just played around the house. &lt;br /&gt;I read more of the blog that I had started reading.  Without going into much detail, the person in the blog had been through some very trying times this year, and in her blog she showed all the normal human emotions, but she also showed amazing faith in God.  Her story was amazing, but her faith and love for others in the midst of her own hell was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Sunday morning a bit homesick for my church and my friends.   I felt like going to church, but knew the church I wanted to go to was my church - in my home town.   I started not to go because Sean was sick and couldn't go to the nursery, and I didn't know if I should spend the money on gas.   But after a little while, I decided it was what I really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;I got Sean ready and we headed to SC for the day.   We got to church a few minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my friend Susan, then I ran into my friend Amy.  Amy and I met in first grade, so it was great to see her, and I sat with her and her sister Keleigh.    Before going in I saw my friend Gloria, and she sat with us.    I had really hoped that I'd get to see Gloria, I miss her very much.   After church Gloria asked what our plans were, and since we didn't really have anything planned we went to her house.  I had a wonderful day.   It was great to spend time with Gloria and talk and just be.    Gloria has a granddaughter that is 2 months younger than Sean, so she had alot of toys for Sean to play with (even pink cinderilla slippers - should've taken a pic of that!!).&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we ended up going to the city park for the labor day concert.   We went to Robin's house and walked to the park from there.   It was really hard to hear at the park, but it was still nice to spend the time there.&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we  walked back, I took Gloria home, and headed back to NC.&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was long, Sean was worn out and slept the whole way home, but all in all, that was a great day!  It did make me miss my friends and church even more though.&lt;br /&gt;Monday turned into a lazy day.  We mostly just played around the house, until around 6:30 when we went to the grocery store and to get dinner from Chick-fil-A.&lt;br /&gt;Sean did not sleep good last night, and ended up half the night.  Luckily Scott was up and helped some with him so I could try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He is in bed now, so hopefully he'll sleep good tonight.   We gotta get up early tomorrow because I have a dr. appt.  &lt;br /&gt;I've rattled on and on enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-6334892280768922470?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6334892280768922470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=6334892280768922470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6334892280768922470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/6334892280768922470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389675026919284063.post-4130205602660267054</id><published>2008-09-02T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:05:46.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction....</title><content type='html'>I've thought of blogging from time to time, but anytime I've started, I haven't stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;Can I this time?   We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I find that I normally have a lot to say and don't have anywhere to say it.   I plan to use this to post thoughts, feelings, events, etc.. about my life - the good and the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389675026919284063-4130205602660267054?l=carryyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4130205602660267054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7389675026919284063&amp;postID=4130205602660267054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4130205602660267054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7389675026919284063/posts/default/4130205602660267054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carryyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/introduction.html' title='Introduction....'/><author><name>Buggaboosmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682131502318834635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBMiYyvb46s/SVwnar6p0BI/AAAAAAAAABA/JrHiKEOm9tg/S220/Christmas+2008+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
