<?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-5633708156386674594</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:39:27.119-05:00</updated><category term='Loss of Innocence...I&apos;m a blogger'/><category term='The Crud has Creeped and Caught Us'/><category term='Enjoy my oldest son&apos;s vacation'/><category term='Nifty Thrifty'/><category term='Why Do The Good Neighbors Move'/><category term='God Winks You&apos;ve Gotta Read These'/><category term='The View From My Window'/><category term='Reality is Depressing'/><category term='When Do They Stop Making Parents Feel Guilty'/><category term='Wet'/><category term='Oh My'/><category term='DON&apos;T Call Me During These Programs'/><category term='Happy Easter'/><category term='Herbs and Eggs'/><category term='Date Night'/><category term='To Paint or Not To Paint....'/><category term='Last Day'/><category term='GO HOGS'/><category term='Tile'/><category term='October - Really'/><category term='Ticks and Chiggars OH MY'/><category term='Work and Food...Oh My'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='And The Winner Is'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='New Challenges'/><category term='Rosary Beads = LOVE'/><category term='Weekend BBQ'/><category term='Carpet or Carpet Squares'/><category term='Tacos and Friends'/><category term='Finally some Good News'/><category term='My Get Around To It Project'/><category term='Today he forks over his hard earned $'/><category term='Go Home'/><category term='Hot'/><category term='Hurry Home'/><category term='Baby boy has his first car'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Life Happens'/><category term='Oh How My Garden Grows'/><category term='&apos;Pet&apos; Peeve...'/><category term='Hardwood'/><title type='text'>Will They Ever Leave Home???</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6467355793685098118</id><published>2010-05-05T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:22:48.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FqHVL2LTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GKlf1M0cJBs/s1600/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FqHVL2LTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GKlf1M0cJBs/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467768096782953778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This beautiful little girl is Shasta. She's currently 9 months old and admittedly spoiled rotten! From the time she was born she had to be bottle fed and according to her Dr. basically finished developing outside the womb. So she's had special handling from day 1.  She had 13 brothers and sisters who did not survive this start in life. So yeah...she's spoiled!  So last night hubby and I had a nice dinner out at a restaurant we'd never been too.  Then went over to his parents to visit a short time and came home for the rest of a relaxing evening...or so we thought.  Upon entering our home I heard a strange sound...running water! and it was running all over my kitchen!! FLOOD! Into the laundry room...it was bad!  So he runs to turn the water off and I'm still standing there shocked.  We called my mother who lives on the property to obtain more towels and such...so there was a lot of confusion..I ran into the main bathroom to grab what towels we have.  So I finally get to sit down..my feet are swollen and I'm in pain..just one of those things but I know I need to sit for a minute.  I hear a sound from our bedroom..I count heads on 4 legged children and find Shasta missing...I've closed the bedroom door and she's stuck in there..Shasta never barks, only w/the other dogs and if some one strange is around. I've told her over and over again she has to let me know when I've closed a door on her in a room! So I open the door and no Shasta..so we begin counting heads..no Shasta! I run outside and call to her...no Shasta! Meanwhile hubby is in the kitchen with the plumbing issue at hand.  He comes out and calls to her..no Shasta. I finally grab the car keys and for over an hour scour the neighborhood, listening for neighbors dogs barking at her, etc... So between trying to tear the kitchen cabinets apart to get to the plumbing problem hubby is out with a flashlight looking for Shasta...It's midnight out and I'm sure the neighbors aren't appreciative of us screaming for Shasta!  I call the local radio station and start sending out the word and will put it on their web site. We're sending up prayers...Guess I should mention that the next day I am going with my in-laws to take my fil to have a catheter released to begin dialysis...so I need to be getting things in order in my house and packing a suit case...PLUS the day after we get back from that adventure we are leaving for our sons college graduation...and we have no water and our beloved Shasta is missing. Finally it's around 1:30 a.m. and hubby has to be at work early the next morning so he decides to drive the area...miles upon miles! He comes back with no luck.  So we decided sadly we need to go to bed and I'll start calling and searching in the morning.  As I passed the bathroom door I mention how silly I was...I even checked inside the new vanity we'd just installed this past weekend because Shasta liked to get inside it!  He admits he looked there also.... I don't know why I did it but I reached into the bathroom and opened the linen closet door....THERE WAS SHASTA!!! We couldn't believe our eyes!  Shock, Disbelief...you name it we ran the gambit of emotions. And yes, I cried again...Thank You Lord for answering our prayers! Also St. Anthony and St. Francis!  I swear there has to be a class somewhere that will teach her to actually bark when she needs help!!  We still have no water, hubby will work on that after work today and I'll be in Spgfield but Shasta IS fine and currently sleeping on my lap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6467355793685098118?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6467355793685098118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-beautiful-little-girl-is-shasta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6467355793685098118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6467355793685098118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-beautiful-little-girl-is-shasta.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FqHVL2LTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GKlf1M0cJBs/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-7177697688618554479</id><published>2010-03-11T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:52:19.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps this won't bother some people but I have a real problem with a convicted sex offended in the position of maintenance man at an apartment complex!  What is even more bizarre is his picture was plastered on the front page of the local newspaper around October!  Does no one at the complex even look at the local paper? This guy has a key to your apartment!!! This is a large complex made of mainly of low income families...what are these parents thinking by not standing up to this management company...oh wait I think I did hear that his brother or brother in law is the manager of the the complex.  This situation completely appalls me...oh did I mention that our sheriff is getting special recognition for his handling of sex offenders...He is a joke...many years back we purchased a home that he had been foreclosed on!  We had to completely go through every drawer and corner before even letting our toddler into the home...numerous types of pills found in drawers on the floors etc.. guess we know how he can catch the 'bad' guys so well...he's one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-7177697688618554479?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/7177697688618554479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/03/gripe-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7177697688618554479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7177697688618554479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/03/gripe-for-day.html' title='Gripe for the day'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-900112218259509250</id><published>2010-03-08T15:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:10:06.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Doing a little catch up! Here's my oldest with his first adventure in baking! It was a pumpkin cheese cake! YUMMY!  He surprised me  by bringing it to Thanksgiving dinner&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It really was good! I've hinted for him to continue with his experimenting in the kitchen...he hasn't taken the hint seriously yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I even gave him a cookbook for Christmas titled 'Cooking with 4 Ingredients'! How much easier can it get?  So hint, hint...you could make me another one of these!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S5VzKPOG2TI/AAAAAAAAALo/R5MBCVfOk9o/s1600-h/Assorted+Stuff%21+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S5VzKPOG2TI/AAAAAAAAALo/R5MBCVfOk9o/s320/Assorted+Stuff%21+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446385944096069938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-900112218259509250?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/900112218259509250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/900112218259509250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/900112218259509250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S5VzKPOG2TI/AAAAAAAAALo/R5MBCVfOk9o/s72-c/Assorted+Stuff%21+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-4035818919249613459</id><published>2010-03-08T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:50:04.717-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October - Really'/><title type='text'>October - Really??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow has it really been since October that I've wrote on here?! Time sure does get away from me at times...so much to do and so little time to get it all done!  So let's just start anew  or at least almost anew...I would have to write a novel to go back to October and detail  everything that has happened.  I'm sure a lot will show up sooner or later on my blog....all in due time.  But for let's just say a lot has happened, some good, some not so good...but lessons have been learned either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed my little blog spot...my own little part of the world wide web. I'll admit in the past I was concerned that some that may stumble upon my little blog may be offended...but I've decided what the heck...this my space and it's all for ME! I'm not saying I want to hurt feelings and won't feel bad if I do...IF you choose to read my blog then you're entering  my space and it's really my feelings and thoughts at the time I'm typing my little fingers to the bone. Tomorrow I might feel differently or I might not...it's MY opinions, thoughts, feelings and whatever!  I'm more than willing to share with friends, family and strangers...maybe you'll see a little of our life when you see mine...So I'm back and I can't wait to get started!!  Yep, I know I'm talking in circles but guess what!!  I don't care it's MY Blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-4035818919249613459?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/4035818919249613459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/03/october-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4035818919249613459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4035818919249613459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2010/03/october-really.html' title='October - Really??!!'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-9185941219731607967</id><published>2009-10-06T10:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:26:27.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Moving, Moving and Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389506736099030658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sstf0lfB9oI/AAAAAAAAALA/DG1VsHaVemw/s320/Rogers+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389506731682058050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sstf0VB8T0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/tjaeY5EIIQA/s320/Rogers+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh it's been a busy past couple of weeks!! Chris has moved into his own apartment...He and a friend from work have taken the big rental plunge together. It's a nice apartment complex on a golf course..neither play golf..but next summer I can see them both hanging out at the pool and checking the views out (and I'm not talking about the golf course!). So here is a pic. of the view from their front window. It's really pretty and across the 'pond' is the club house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389505102572956450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SsteVgIEKyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BL3XPQ8j2SM/s320/Rogers+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...after the announcement from Chris that he was moving out things sorta snowballed. It became necessary to find Lance and Nathan an apartment. Thankfully I found one right a way and I have to pat myself on the back!!! I love this little place! To me it's 'homey' and I do mean that in the old fashioned way. It's in a quite area of Bentonville and the security can't be beat since it adjoins the Walmart general office's property. Nathan took pics but hasn't sent them to me yet. But I did take a few pics of the necessities of a bachelor life and a pic of them on the phone trying to get their internet hooked up!  Okay these pics are at the top of the page....my laptop has decided to go stupid...or...maybe it's the operator....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, we have a HUGE storage unit in Rogers that is holding the household items/furniture that we couldn't get moved all at one time to Mtn. Home or situated with the boys.  So we'll go through it a little at a time and then rent a moving truck and bring it home.  Plus we have to get our house ready for it!  Which involves repairs and moving my mother's things up to her house....slowly but surely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, gotta get around and take our beautiful Shasta to the vet!!!  I think she'll finally get her first shots today!!!!  I can't wait to see how much weight she's gained and for Dr. Robbie to see how well she's doing!  She is so spoiled!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-9185941219731607967?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/9185941219731607967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-moving-and-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/9185941219731607967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/9185941219731607967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-moving-and-moving.html' title='Moving, Moving and Moving'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sstf0lfB9oI/AAAAAAAAALA/DG1VsHaVemw/s72-c/Rogers+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-8374314188486143193</id><published>2009-09-15T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:51:19.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finally some Good News'/><title type='text'>Finally some Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sq_26TQInqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QaAqnDtgfng/s1600-h/Puppies!!+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381791561191825058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sq_26TQInqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QaAqnDtgfng/s320/Puppies!!+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sq_253QhDFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ND0G-BZXVO0/s1600-h/Puppies!!+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381791553677233234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sq_253QhDFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ND0G-BZXVO0/s320/Puppies!!+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's time for some good news.....I haven't blogged about the latest additions to our family because it's been so hard.  Bailey (our Bassett) and Buster (our Boston Terrier) gave us 14 precious babies on July 27.  One didn't survive delivery.  Bailey had a really difficult life before we adopted her last October, we can only imagine what she indured.  So because of her past she wanted nothing to do with her little ones.  She gave birth and that was that....thankfully I had two extra hands with my mom!  Between the two of us we took the majority of the pups out of the sac and cut the cord and tied it off....and then went to feeding every two hours!  Plus hubby helped with the feedings.  When I fed by myself it took almost 2 hours to get all 13 fed...I'd get done just to start all over again.  A lot of sleepless nights.  Well.....it appears that the Good Lord has some Angels who really needed some precious puppies.  Over 5 weeks we lost all but one puppy, Shasta.  I went through so many pairs of contacts with all the tears....the puppies started developing hip issues and I feel that many were underdeveloped.  So when only Shasta was left I took her to the vet that day...mom and I couldn't figure out what was wrong...neither of us are inexperienced with raising puppies and we knew we were doing everything right...but there had to be something we were missing.  Thankfully we took Shasta in when we did...because she had so many issues she wouldn't have survived..but it was also comforting to find out that we had done everything we could to save the other 13...it was simply a no win situation from the beginning due to the fact of such a large litter and no immune system from their mother.  The pain is still there from loosing all my little babies.   When I took Shasta in Dr. Robbie was not very positive on our chances of even saving Shasta.  She is most deffinitely a special needs baby or 'baby in a bubble'.  She has absolutely NO immune system.  Plus mommy passed on worms and a really horrible parasite to her through the womb.  Her stool sample was horrible 10 days ago.  Robbie gave her a 50/50 chance of survival and that was very generous.  Well, today she went to see Dr. Robbie and   she has gone from 1.8 pds to 2.3 pds!!!!!! in just 10 days and her stool sample was perfect!!!!  So we have made it through a week and a half with flying colors!!!  We take it one day at a time and then celebrate each week!  She won't go back for 3 weeks (unless I feel she needs to) and then we'll evaluate and she'll possibly be ready for her first shots.  She's going to be approximately 2 months behind other puppies on getting shots and such.  Dr. Robbie was very impressed with 'mommies' meal concoctions for her!!!  Only the best for my baby!  So above is a picture of Shasta several weeks ago....and above that one is a picture of Liberty born about 2.5 weeks before Shasta and her siblings.  Liberty is Shasta's best friend....and Shasta likes nothing more than beating the crap out of her!  Liberty isn't much bigger than Shasta so their relationship works out good and Dr. Robbie said it was fine....she needs the stimulation and activity.  Shasta also has a skull problem...when she first saw the Dr. he was real apprehensive about this issue.  It's the same as newborns having a soft spot on their head..only Shasta's will probably never grow together completely.  So that means that parasites can get in through her skin into her skull and also we have to be careful with blows to her head because there's no protection.  But Dr. Robbie was surprised that the split has gotten smaller in the past 10 days...something he didn't expect!  So we're hopeful....but careful.  Shasta has her play crib in the family room and loves to play with her mama Bailey and Aunt Sadie through the mesh....Liberty has also figured it's safer to play with Shasta through the mesh also..I thinks he gets tired of being beat up by a 7 week old puppy!!!  I thought my days of mixing formula and buying baby food was past....well, I guess not!  But if it keeps our Shasta healthy then it's worth it.  Shasta has such a sweet spirit, even when she's growling and barking!  Each time she's gone to the vet she's made new friends and made an impression on the other patients and their human parents....and her Dr. thinks she's adorable!!!!  And as a special needs puppy mom...it's great to have a vet who you've gone to school with from kindergarten and can renew a friendship with!  Thank you Dr. Robbie....who would have thought that bratty boy would turn into my hero!&lt;/span&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/5633708156386674594-8374314188486143193?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/8374314188486143193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-some-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8374314188486143193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8374314188486143193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-some-good-news.html' title='Finally some Good News!'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sq_26TQInqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QaAqnDtgfng/s72-c/Puppies!!+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-8260487118047583809</id><published>2009-09-04T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:48:32.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The View From My Window'/><title type='text'>The View From My Window!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SqFcQTrLQmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BokOPzHDVHM/s1600-h/Puppies1+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680865286111842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SqFcQTrLQmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BokOPzHDVHM/s320/Puppies1+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SqFb0HrHltI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FChujsnac2Q/s1600-h/Puppies1+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680381028308690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SqFb0HrHltI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FChujsnac2Q/s320/Puppies1+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yes!  I get to see this site every afternoon!  We have several deer that come up to our back door to check on us and have their evening meal.  The little one still has her/his spots!!  It's soooo cute!  Sometimes they pay a morning visit as well but mainly keep to their afternoon/evening schedule.  I'll stand at the window and wave to them.  Behind our home is the fields of clover that we planted for my horses.  I'm so glad the clover keeps coming up and these lovelies can enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So yeah, I know it's been a while.....Time just gets away some times.  Terry is loving it here although he's fed up with his schedule and no one wants to change it to make it any easier.  He changed it but then was told that it can't be done that way for one reason or another....mainly BS!  I am enjoying the move also.  It's nice being back close to family and attending family events like my nephew's birthday party and the emergency call that he was in the hospital!!  He's fine now...had to have his appendix removed.  It was nice not having to worry miles away...I could worry close by in the surgical waiting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The draw back has been the amount of work that needs to be done on our new home.  Oh my goodness!!  Our To Do list has doubled and naturally the cost has tripled.  Putting off getting these estimates for the repairs...we'll just deal with as it comes.  If we didn't have bad luck we'd have no luck at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So my dear Bloggie, I will try to do better and keep you updated more often.  But right now I have to get ready to take Shasta to the vet....I've lost 13 of her siblings...just can't take the chance of more heartbreak....have to do everything I can to keep her safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-8260487118047583809?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/8260487118047583809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/view-from-my-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8260487118047583809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8260487118047583809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/view-from-my-window.html' title='The View From My Window!'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SqFcQTrLQmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BokOPzHDVHM/s72-c/Puppies1+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-8146802340428799267</id><published>2009-07-01T18:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:25:01.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Day'/><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Skvtyve_XdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n81Le8eWeE0/s1600-h/sad+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353634038055656914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Skvtyve_XdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n81Le8eWeE0/s320/sad+face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well today is the last day of work out of the Bentonville office for hubby.  Not sure how sad he is to be leaving here.  I know he's going to miss a lot of his customers and many of the guys he works with...however, the big boss here will not be missed!  So as he was saying good bye to everyone I spent most of the day in the Drs. office trying to get my blood pressure down.  It did it's little spike thing and decided to impress the Dr. with a whopping 200/153!!!  So Doc hit it with all sorts of combinations of pills and finally after 2 hours brought it down to an almost reasonable level and then sent me home feeling totally wiped out.  So then I slept most of the afternoon with Bailey beside me and Sadie and Buster at my feet. So more drugs to take and instructions from Doc!  Darn I forgot to get that note from him saying all I could do is sit and supervise with all this moving going on!  Not sure when we will head over to MH to get started on getting the house ready for us to at least live in...thankfully we can still move in before fixing the things that need to be fixed.  I still have to go grocery shopping for the boy so they won't starve.  Okay, getting off so I can go pick up all those prescriptions and get something for supper together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-8146802340428799267?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/8146802340428799267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8146802340428799267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8146802340428799267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Skvtyve_XdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n81Le8eWeE0/s72-c/sad+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3917347336810990599</id><published>2009-06-26T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:08:40.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality is Depressing'/><title type='text'>Reality is Depressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah, I knew it was coming soon and I really, really thought I was ready...but now I'm not so sure.  I've spent all week here in MH helping my mom sell and take some of her stuff up to her home and I've been okay.  But tonight hubby gave me the date of July 6 as the day he has to be in Batesville...OMG...I'm NOT ready!  I want my dogs, cats and birds here with me!!!!  And I just don't see how we can bring them over yet when everything is in such a disorder...ceiling has to be replaced painting done and we don't even have a bed to sleep in yet.  I think this is only second to the overwhelming feeling I had when we moved back to AR from GA and left Lance and Chris there in GA.  I really could just sit down and cry...  So if you come by please bring kleenex!!  So anyone involved in this ordeal reading this I'm sorry...I'm not out to hurt feelings...this is my own battle with myself.  I am happy to be moving close to family I just have to wrap my head around everything else going on and deal with everything that needs to be done.  I don't think it's odd for me to be feeling overwhelmed at a time like this.  I'm going to miss my boys even though I can visit them a lot....they won't be with me daily...even though it's a bit much at times.  I'm a mother hen who doesn't like my chicks out of the nest...and yes I do remember how old they are.  But they're my babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-3917347336810990599?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3917347336810990599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/reality-is-depressing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3917347336810990599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3917347336810990599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/reality-is-depressing.html' title='Reality is Depressing'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-1665083881301375089</id><published>2009-06-16T07:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:29:02.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Happens'/><title type='text'>Life Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SjeNDvPSDOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W2DvkYPVQjA/s1600-h/moving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347898177885441250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SjeNDvPSDOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W2DvkYPVQjA/s320/moving.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Just when you think you have a plan LIFE HAPPENS!  As mentioned before we have a plan set up to 'eventually' move back to Mtn. Home.  It's a year to year and ahalf plan that will/would work out great for us!! It's all set up, even on paper..it looks so good! Then LIFE HAPPENS..hubby was offered a transfer starting basically immediately...or at least within the next 2 weeks. Uhhhhhh....  They're  re-routing and wanting to get rid of the current tech on this route and have offered it to my hubby.  There is so much to do to our new home...and we thought we had so much time!  If we wait the position may not ever come available again...so do we have a choice.  Is this a God Wink?  My mother who storms Heaven daily.....she says she hasn't been praying that we move soon...she's been praying that we move at the right time......I might need to add that in the past her prayers have proven to have great strength!  She must have a lot of pull with someone!  At least we won't  be pulling up with a moving truck...it will still be a gradual move and we will have a lot of time to get our stuff there....it's just the stress of having two households! WOW..and do I need to mention the stress on the boys??? Is live ever easy????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-1665083881301375089?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/1665083881301375089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/1665083881301375089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/1665083881301375089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-happens.html' title='Life Happens'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SjeNDvPSDOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W2DvkYPVQjA/s72-c/moving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5697560488249248467</id><published>2009-06-15T07:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:38:55.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I know we should do it more often but it just seems we don't get the chance but this weekend hubby and I had 'date night'.  I'm so stingy a movie was not included! Our date nights are usually a little unconventional...we started the evening out at Lowes...yes, Lowes and then we headed to Home Depot!!!  Oh it was wonderful!!  So then we went to Carraba's.  We'd never been there and had wanted to try it.  It was very good...high prices for what you get but good.  Then we headed to Borders to  browse the books.  I found the neated 'Home Journal'!!! It has divided areas and each area comes with pages to hold those fly away things like paint samples! and there's measurement pages for laying out rooms!! It's just what I need for the home project we're tackling!!  Plus the cashier gave me about 35% off my purchase!!! I love my Borders card!  Then we were off to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble...not such a great experience.  I'd never been in this store since we moved here and I doubt I'll be heading back anytime soon.  It looked like a homeless shelter!  People were laying in the aisles! Spread out all over the furniture and was totally discusting!  Plus the workers were just plain rude and unavailable.  The books weren't neatly placed on the shelves like they are at Borders.  And then you have to purchase their card to get a 10% savings...I Don't Think So!!!  I believe this was my first and last visit to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble.  I'll stick with Borders where people are friendly, it dosen't look like a homeless shelter and I can find the books I'm looking for easily and don't have to step over bodies to get to the books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5697560488249248467?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5697560488249248467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5697560488249248467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5697560488249248467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6554974907296400899</id><published>2009-06-11T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:11:22.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carpet or Carpet Squares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tile'/><title type='text'>Hardwood, Tile, Carpet or Carpet Squares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stop the Insanity!! Decisions, decisions, as if paint colors aren't enough!  Now I have to consider flooring options and with that comes the type of flooring..then when you make that decision you have to consider colors and textures...It's just too much for my little over-worked brain.  But I have made my decision (for today).  I want carpet squares!  And possibly tile in the dining room...but that is still to be decided. I'm not a big fan of carpet under the table but my family are all adults and there's no sign of any tiny feet in the near future...plus their carpet squares, if they get stained you just pick them up and put a new one down!  So now I have to decide colors for rooms and textures.  I really like the idea and look of using different colors and textures, it's a really cool and funky look..might be too much for the living room! But maybe the family room!!!  I could use all the different colors and textures from the other rooms to do the family room!!  Plus it would differentiate the boundaries of the rooms since the two rooms are part of a 'great room'.  Oh my gosh, I just had an idea, hope I didn't blind anyone with that bright flash of light...it doesn't happen often!  Gotta go write it down in my 'To Do and Decorate the new Home Book'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6554974907296400899?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6554974907296400899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/hardwood-tile-carpet-or-carpet-squares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6554974907296400899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6554974907296400899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/hardwood-tile-carpet-or-carpet-squares.html' title='Hardwood, Tile, Carpet or Carpet Squares'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3068888362640297795</id><published>2009-06-09T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:20:11.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ticks and Chiggars OH MY'/><title type='text'>Ticks and Chiggars OH MY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Having been raised in the 'country' you'd have thought that when I go back I'm right at home....NOT! I've discovered I've become a 'city' girl when it comes to the 'dark side' of country living! By 'dark side' I mean the ticks and chiggars that live in the 'country'. And let's not forget the snakes, I DO NOT tolerate snakes at all. There sits our 'country' home all pretty and nice nestled in the pretty trees which are sending a wonderful breeze through the open windows....oh the life to sit on our front porch and listen to the birds and if we're lucky a doe and her fawn will come wandering up to graze on the patch of clover left over from when my horses ran the field.......and then you step off the front porch and are attacked by ticks! Yes, the dark-side! They are just waiting for their next victim...Now I must end this blog...to put more nail polish on my chiggars and more meds on my tick bites....but I'll leave you with a picture of our beautiful cozy country home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345316713225087842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Si5hOt-9a2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/rF-uLw0GHlc/s320/reunion+and+house+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5633708156386674594-3068888362640297795?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3068888362640297795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/ticks-and-chiggars-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3068888362640297795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3068888362640297795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/ticks-and-chiggars-oh-my.html' title='Ticks and Chiggars OH MY'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Si5hOt-9a2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/rF-uLw0GHlc/s72-c/reunion+and+house+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-8559724362909640150</id><published>2009-06-04T07:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:37:30.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Home'/><title type='text'>Go Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's that time of year again...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; stockholders are in town...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whoopie&lt;/span&gt;.  You can't go anywhere that you don't run into a dozen buses!  You can't go into any store (especially Wm's or Family Markets) that you don't run into several dozen foreign speaking people with cameras.  I wonder what they tell their family and friends when they get home and share their pics...."Look at the crap these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; women feed their families."  Because for some reason they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; by taking pics of people in the checkout line!  Did I sign a waiver that says you can take my pic?  NO!  So PLEASE go back to where you come from!  Give us back our stores, streets and peaceful living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-8559724362909640150?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/8559724362909640150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8559724362909640150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8559724362909640150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-home.html' title='Go Home'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3637649760478443849</id><published>2009-06-02T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:56:50.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Challenges'/><title type='text'>New Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;I've had my little break from volunteer activities so I guess it's time to slack up on the 'NO' word.  I finally said 'YES' to a position with For Pets' Sake, actually two positions since they're combined.  I am now the Secretary/Treasurer for the organization.  I am so proud of what FPS does for the people in the NWA community!  I never thought sticking a needle in a family friend could be a good thing...but when you put a micro chip in someones pet and you know that IF they get separated from their family their chances of being returned double because of that tiny little thing it makes it worthwhile!  Being raised with puppies all my life and holding them while shots were given is a lot different than actually having to do it myself!  But when Biscuit was just a baby I had to give her shots when she was sick so that prepared me for future needles!  As hard as it was to loose April last year to parvo, if it wasn't for me having to give her the iv's with that HUGE needle I'm not sure if I could do the micro chipping...it's a pretty large needle! So anyone need their pet micro chipped give me a call...I have a gentle touch!  And, Thank You For Pets' Sake for being in our community!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-3637649760478443849?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3637649760478443849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3637649760478443849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3637649760478443849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-challenges.html' title='New Challenges'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-610769223962943994</id><published>2009-06-01T06:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:17:18.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend BBQ'/><title type='text'>Weekend BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SiPCW41P2UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ORaMz4_9kq8/s1600-h/bbq+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342327281460173122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SiPCW41P2UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ORaMz4_9kq8/s320/bbq+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So we decided to BBQ this weekend. We use to live outside with our grill but not so much the past couple of years. As we were sitting outside on Saturday evening, after I replanted some herbs and planted my rhubarb plants!!!(Pictures later) It was so nice out side just a lite breeze. Sunday the same...so nice out, slight breeze. We fire up the grill that evening and here come the winds! Let's just say our food was well blessed by hubby, he seemed to call God's name quite a bit! I haven't made potato salad in forever, so because I bought a 10 lb bag of potatoes for only $3 this weekend I felt a craving for the popular salad. Oh my goodness, we could feed the entire community potato salad! No, I didn't use the entire bag...just 5 or 6 of them...but geezes...so we have potato salad! Anyone want some?? Plus I got some cucumbers!!! so a cucumber salad was made also..YUUUUMMMMMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Side note: I'm watching ABC Good Morning America (the only morning show worth watching!) and they're talking about the abortion Dr. in Wichita that was killed this weekend in his church. He was only one of a few Drs. in the U.S. who performs late term abortions. He wore a bullet proof vest at all times and drove an armoured vehicle...his friend/attorney was asked by Diane Sawyer "Was he concerned for his safey?" the friend/attorney says "No, absolutely not." UHHH??? He wore a bullet proof vest and drove an armoured vehicle..... I don't wish the end of life on anyone...but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-610769223962943994?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/610769223962943994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-bbq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/610769223962943994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/610769223962943994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-bbq.html' title='Weekend BBQ'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SiPCW41P2UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ORaMz4_9kq8/s72-c/bbq+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-9150790841840153057</id><published>2009-05-30T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:34:14.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Do They Stop Making Parents Feel Guilty'/><title type='text'>When Do They Stop Making Parents Feel Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, I'll be the first to admit my boys are spoiled! And have been made to feel that the world centers around them (especially our oldest).  He's the only one we've ever actually bought a car for.  He and Lance will both finish at U of A at the same time.  However, Nathan is focused on his education like no other...so he is all set to go to graduate school.  And I'm so proud of him!! It looks like he'll have to go to UCA for graduate school so he'll be leaving home.  Well, as some of you know and most of you don't...Terry and I will eventually be moving back to Mtn. Home in the future...no date is set...a lot has to be done to our home in many ways before it will be ready for us to move into and Terry has to get a transfer through with work.  Now if push came to shove we could actually move into it tomorrow..but there's things we want to do before making the move.  So hubby and I have talked about this at length and we both agree that our boys no matter what need our help.  So keeping a roof over their head is number one on the list...until we move we'll be supporting 2 households, so in the beginning that won't change.  But one son in particular is having absolute hissy fits over the idea of us going back to MH.  In the long run our sons will benefit the most from his change in our lives...but seeing into the future undoubtedly is not a life lesson our sons have learned yet.  Talk about feeling you're between a rock and a hard place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-9150790841840153057?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/9150790841840153057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-do-they-stop-making-parents-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/9150790841840153057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/9150790841840153057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-do-they-stop-making-parents-feel.html' title='When Do They Stop Making Parents Feel Guilty'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-8802874556186318388</id><published>2009-05-28T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:21:51.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work and Food...Oh My'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet'/><title type='text'>Wet &amp; Working Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;What started out to be a weekend of fun and food, turned out to be a weekend of food and work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My two 'sweet' nephews playing video games with Nathan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920642187483474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DBtMi2VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iaZMGhmZEdE/s320/Memorial+Day+Weekend+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920645639397314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DB6Di38I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tdc3AuY2UJo/s320/Memorial+Day+Weekend+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;And let the eating begin! Peter and Brandy fixed: chicken breasts wrapped in bacon, hamburgers, hotdogs, brats, mussels, scallops, shrimp and steak (I hope I didn't forget anything), ALL on the grill. Plus several salads and desserts!!! Oh my gosh we were all so full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DCrfHabI/AAAAAAAAAIw/R6cFpe3AST8/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+Weekend+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920658908375474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DCrfHabI/AAAAAAAAAIw/R6cFpe3AST8/s320/Memorial+Day+Weekend+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So when we went over to Terry's parents house and saw the mess that the tree-trimming was making we should have been grateful to have the opportunity to work some of the food off! Above is Brayden working hard picking up the limbs that came down at a fast pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DCA9Pl-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tMCD0_fXZQY/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+Weekend+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920647492016098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DCA9Pl-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tMCD0_fXZQY/s320/Memorial+Day+Weekend+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And Christian was in charge of the wheelbarrow...there's grandma loading up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920661323886690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DC0fBMGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fLKltacog7E/s320/Memorial+Day+Weekend+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh what would a day of food and yard work be without some beverages! Father and son enjoy the same 'beverage'! But is was a great weekend despite the rain and I do mean rain ALL 3 days! and terrential down pours coming home that afternoon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-8802874556186318388?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/8802874556186318388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/wet-working-memorial-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8802874556186318388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8802874556186318388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/wet-working-memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Wet &amp; Working Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sh7DBtMi2VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iaZMGhmZEdE/s72-c/Memorial+Day+Weekend+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5497970520417432892</id><published>2009-05-22T06:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:58:57.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Nathan's BIG Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR3N8bLwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lQStL40ho-U/s1600-h/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338614786116235010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR3N8bLwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lQStL40ho-U/s320/237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;What would be an evening in NYC without friends! Here is Nathan (middle) with Vic and Nicki...Vic lives on Long Island and Nicki is a friend from Georia doing her internship in fasion design in NYC...Go Nicki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR3AMOzTI/AAAAAAAAAII/S76Cd0hYKP4/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338614782424436018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR3AMOzTI/AAAAAAAAAII/S76Cd0hYKP4/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Vietnam Veteran's Wall........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR2_Z_gjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/euE8MnNVSaU/s1600-h/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338614782213718578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR2_Z_gjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/euE8MnNVSaU/s320/219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh my son is so much like his mom...gotta do a little window shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR2xZLTvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FBcXkA3cbo4/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338614778452201202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR2xZLTvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FBcXkA3cbo4/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WW2 Memorial....just recently opened in D.C.  Oh you should see more of the pics! It's absolutely wonderful (more pics to come of it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR2efvhRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9drPPMnO91o/s1600-h/013+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338614773379466514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR2efvhRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9drPPMnO91o/s320/013+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another view from the apartment they stayed in...what a view! I asked if they had a telescope!!! Nathan said all they had was binoculars...DARN!  Oh what a voyeur I would become if I lived there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5497970520417432892?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5497970520417432892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-nathans-big-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5497970520417432892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5497970520417432892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-nathans-big-vacation.html' title='More of Nathan&apos;s BIG Vacation'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShaR3N8bLwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lQStL40ho-U/s72-c/237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5257577077613294784</id><published>2009-05-21T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:07:35.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And The Winner Is'/><title type='text'>And the Winner Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShVQxtDozeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D7o3TsoHf6k/s1600-h/idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338261748156255714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShVQxtDozeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D7o3TsoHf6k/s320/idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking time out from the vacation pics to give kudos to Kris Allen, Arkansas' American Idol Winner!!!!  I was thrilled that my two final pics from day one made it through!  I'll admit there were some weeks when I thought Kris may be the one leaving....Oh Thankgoodness he didin't.  It's even okay that we attended UCA my alma mater's rival.  For some things I can overlook that fault in him.  Honestly it didn't matter to me which one won...because history shows that with this show placement dosen't really make a difference in the career they can have!  But when they called his name as the winner I have to say I was estatic!  I should apologise to my neighbors next door...hope my scream didn't scare you!  But get use to it....football season is coming soon!  GO HAWGS!!   Good job Kris...Arkansas is proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5257577077613294784?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5257577077613294784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5257577077613294784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5257577077613294784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShVQxtDozeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D7o3TsoHf6k/s72-c/idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5665857572596176063</id><published>2009-05-20T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:10:44.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy my oldest son&apos;s vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacationing with my oldest son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMw63NqWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ytqMfP4NYSo/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905492914973026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMw63NqWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ytqMfP4NYSo/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I thought my son Nathan was going to Albany, Georia to visit a friend that was on break from school in India...they ended up in New York!  Sri's cousin flew down from NY and the 3 of them decided to take him home instead of him flying back!  So at 3 p.m. Saturday afternoon they headed out to NY with a stop in D.C.!  It had been several years since Nathan had been to D.C. so he got to see our nations capitol again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMwlw_sdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/m-Gw8gHsMJY/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905487251747282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMwlw_sdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/m-Gw8gHsMJY/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe my son can take such great pics with my old digital camera!  The pics of D.C. were taken at sunrise.  They drove all night through, taking turns driving and sleeping! The best time to see D.C. with NO crowds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMwSYpizI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GmUteG8sRvo/s1600-h/007+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905482049358642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMwSYpizI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GmUteG8sRvo/s320/007+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic's parents have an apartment in NY and his brother is staying there while he attends college in NYC.  This is the view from the living room window!  Not bad uh?!  What a great view of the Empire State building and the city.  With binoculars you can see the Statue of Liberty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMwOSNhSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5jwwoP4148I/s1600-h/004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905480948614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMwOSNhSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5jwwoP4148I/s320/004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'poor' boys had to have something special to drive into the city from Long Island....why not take daddy's Ferrari!  Yeah, and you must have a lift in the garage for it!  I believe it's still in one piece after these 3 got done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMv9V333I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bbhf4mA3mZ8/s1600-h/002+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905476400570226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMv9V333I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bbhf4mA3mZ8/s320/002+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would a vacation to Long Island be without this view from your bedroom window!  This is the view Nathan woke up to each morning from his bedroom at Vic's parents house on Long Island....Billy Joel lives on the same street, I personally think it would have been neighborly to drop in to say 'hi'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add more pics to the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5665857572596176063?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5665857572596176063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacationing-with-my-oldest-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5665857572596176063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5665857572596176063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacationing-with-my-oldest-son.html' title='Vacationing with my oldest son'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShQMw63NqWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ytqMfP4NYSo/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-2171898739052636958</id><published>2009-05-17T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:21:29.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Winks You&apos;ve Gotta Read These'/><title type='text'>GOD Winks  You've Gotta Read These</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShDEdEV3W8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BlyUmg-NbeM/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981562094738370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShDEdEV3W8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BlyUmg-NbeM/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a name for you SQuire Rushnell..he writes the God Winks books...If you've never read his books or heard of him, get on Google NOW!  I saw him on Good Morning America and was so impressed by him (infact, he use to be the producer at GMA).  I got on Amazon and ordered 3 of his books and just finished the last one yesturday...so here are the 3 that I reead and my God Wink jounal.  It is so amazing!  While I was reading the books my own God Winks's would come to mind...It's like WOW! god really does know I'm here!!! He dosen't preach or anything like that and it's not a 'self-improvement' book..These books will not be passed on for others to read, these are staying on my book shelf!  I swear, each of you are in my God Wink journal...and including this blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S.  I didn't mis-spell his first name, he really does spell it with a capital S and Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-2171898739052636958?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/2171898739052636958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-winks-youve-gotta-read-these.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2171898739052636958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2171898739052636958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-winks-youve-gotta-read-these.html' title='GOD Winks  You&apos;ve Gotta Read These'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/ShDEdEV3W8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BlyUmg-NbeM/s72-c/New+things+and+hobbies+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6413450033700048042</id><published>2009-05-15T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:25:04.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><title type='text'>Hot, Hot, Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sg2-2TQj6BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wrY2Fs6GekU/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336130973595854866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sg2-2TQj6BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wrY2Fs6GekU/s320/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My sunshine really shouldn't be smiling but being that we haven't seen it very much lately I figured when it would come out it should be smiling. It is HOT out there! I headed out early to get stuff done...lots of stuff to do. EVERYWHERE I went they were having air conditioning issues! Even down to the Post Office! Is it a conspiracy of the ac repairmen? They should all be doing a booming business right now! Yes, I was complaining just last week because it was cold and rainy...now I'm complaining because it's HOT! But it's not dry..our yard is still wet and more storms coming tomorrow. Figures it's a weekend, but don't blame me, hubby has to work and we didn't have any plans this weekend. I knew I'd forget something while I was out...and of course remembered when I got home that I wanted to go by Sherwin Williams to pick up some paint samples for the bathroom...darn! I'll save it for tomorrow...maybe they'll have air conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6413450033700048042?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6413450033700048042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-hot-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6413450033700048042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6413450033700048042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot, Hot, Hot'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sg2-2TQj6BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wrY2Fs6GekU/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-7416649959360228483</id><published>2009-05-13T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:38:49.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today he forks over his hard earned $'/><title type='text'>Today he forks over his hard earned $</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, today is the day that my youngest son hands over a fist full of $ to Uncle Same and the State of Arkansas!  He has to tag his newly purchased car!  He's ran it down to the final day, so proud I've made him a procrastinator just like his good ol' mom!  Of course right now he's still sitting around in his t-shirt and lounge pants talking to friends on the computer...he's in no hurry to rid of himself of this pesty $ just sitting there doing nothing!  And yes, he's actually speaking to him which gets really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We do have a second quest...since it's me and Chris who have been sick, we are hoping to pass on our illness to the employees of the state revenue office!  We finally decided our plans for world domination were a little more than we can handle with illness running through our veins...so we'll start with state domination and bring them to their knees with this junk we've got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So wish us luck on both of these endeavors!  And stay away from us..we wouldn't want you to become victims of our illness...just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-7416649959360228483?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/7416649959360228483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-he-forks-over-his-hard-earned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7416649959360228483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7416649959360228483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-he-forks-over-his-hard-earned.html' title='Today he forks over his hard earned $'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-1574972857563756045</id><published>2009-05-11T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:01:30.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh How My Garden Grows'/><title type='text'>Oh How My Garden Grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgjURKx3qWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B3DrhTXLkrs/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747150036740450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgjURKx3qWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B3DrhTXLkrs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, Look closely and you'll see the little green leaves starting to show!!!  YEAH!!! The top picture is one of the flower pots and the bottom are herbs!!!  YEAH, They're really growing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgjTysp4xrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RFnY3rdzR8c/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746626554119858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgjTysp4xrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RFnY3rdzR8c/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, I survived Mother's Day!  We went over to Mtn. Home to celebrate with a cookout at Terry's parents home.  So there was Terry's sisters; Tracey and her husband Mike, Paula and Lisa.  Our niece, Brandy and her husband Peter and their two boys Brayden and Christian, me and Terry and Lance and my mom! Oh and of course Terry's mom and dad!  Chris couldn't come because for one thing he's been sick with whatever and off for two nights and had to work that night and of course Nathan is vacationing in Georgia.  Can you believe that it didn't rain until everyone was leaving...we took my mom home and on the way it started raining!  Then it rained on us ALL THE WAY HOME!  But I made it through the day sucking on the Chloraseptic throat stuff...this stuff is wonderful! It just melts in your mouth and your sore throat is gone!!  Just don't eat or drink for a long time after putting it in your mouth!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;So after two weekends out of town, I have got to stay home the entire weekend coming up!  Saturday is Farmer's Market day, so that means fresh veggies and who knows what I'll come home with.  Terry has to work Saturday so no painting will get done...unless I decide what color I want the main bathroom..we could do that Saturday evening or on Sunday!!!  Oh heck, I haven't even got the paint samples yet for that room...oh well.  It'll probably rain anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&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/5633708156386674594-1574972857563756045?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/1574972857563756045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-how-my-garden-grows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/1574972857563756045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/1574972857563756045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-how-my-garden-grows.html' title='Oh How My Garden Grows'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgjURKx3qWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B3DrhTXLkrs/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6145286606869205063</id><published>2009-05-09T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:14:32.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crud has Creeped and Caught Us'/><title type='text'>The Crud has Creeped and Caught Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So I've dodged it for months but I think it finally caught up with me.  Not only me but Chris too.  Sore throat, aching bod, sinus drainage which I'm sure is causing the sore throat, semi runny nose...just plain horrible!  Swine Flu?..I feel like a swine (whatever a swine might feel like).  Chris missed a couple of days of work because of it week before last and he couldn't go in last night.  I can't wait to see the water and gas bill next month..it's all because between the two of us we've run up quite a bill!  It just feels so good to stand in the steam!!! and then when you get out about 30 min. later you feel like crap again and you start all over again.  So I hit the cough drops last night...sucked on one and broke out in bumps, great time for an allergic reaction to these things!  I've gone for so many years without having one..now here we go again.  So I sent hubby to the dollar store for some cheap candy of any flavor except anything with mint!  There goes the chocolate mint ice cream..no more for me unless I want to visit the friendly, expensive emergency room...all for them to tell me 'Hey your allergic to something in mint products'  DUH!!! Ya Think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;I had my flu shot again this year..so I don't think it's the flu on my part.  I think it's allergies or such. Probably 1/2 allergies and 1/2 old fashioned cold. I'm sure being out in the cold freezing rain with soaked socks and shoes and clothing drenching wet for 4 hours didn't help...then going out that night and not getting home till 11:00 and to bed until after 1 a.m. and up again at 5:30 a.m. didn't help ward this crud off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Excuse me now while I take more Tylenol and snuggle with my blanket....because tomorrow we're travelling over to Mtn. Home for Mothers Day...a picnic with family..oh boy! Bah Humbug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6145286606869205063?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6145286606869205063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/crud-has-creeped-and-caught-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6145286606869205063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6145286606869205063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/crud-has-creeped-and-caught-us.html' title='The Crud has Creeped and Caught Us'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-7835237712312007339</id><published>2009-05-07T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:56:12.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Do The Good Neighbors Move'/><title type='text'>Why Do The Good Neighbors Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is so depressing, trucks pulled up to my next door neighbors house this morning and all day they've been taking stuff off. : (  They have been such great neighbors for over a year!  I've watched their kids grow and the new baby flourish and spoiled their dogs!  Majestic (a blue pit bull) has become like my own pup!  and Kody is a pretty cool girl too.  Now, I really don't care for pits at all..I'd never own one myself.  But having them next door, I can spoil them and get those big kisses and then if they attack, the fault is all on their owners!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I noticed after the baby was born several months ago that she didn't go back to work and it suddenly appeared that he wasn't going into work.  I thought perhaps he was working from home.  Well, I found out today that they were both layed off at their jobs at Superior!  Oh my gosh..I couldn't believe it.  He worked in management and she worked on second shift and they've completely shut down the entire 2nd shift.  This is a family with 4 children all under 6 years of age and her mother lives with them.  So they could no longer afford the rent and are moving to a cheaper home.  Their rent was only around $625 so I don't know where they could rent a home large enough for all of them at less rent especially in this area. That's one reason when we were thinking of looking for another place we decided to stay where we are.  We've noticed the rent in our subdivision going up recently.  So we signed a new lease and are staying put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I had my reality check that I need to be more grateful that my husband is employed and it appears that his job is secure...but that can change tomorrow.  We take so much for granted and get so comfortable with what we have today, we don't think about it all being gone at the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Goodbye neighbors...I will miss your family and my good friends Majestic and Kody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-7835237712312007339?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/7835237712312007339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-good-neighbors-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7835237712312007339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7835237712312007339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-good-neighbors-leave.html' title='Why Do The Good Neighbors Leave'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-2480799558794121765</id><published>2009-05-06T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:00:00.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DON&apos;T Call Me During These Programs'/><title type='text'>YOU Know Who You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGXbKIRmhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NHCty1mPy4I/s1600-h/idol-logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332709926614702610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGXbKIRmhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NHCty1mPy4I/s320/idol-logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGTqgS-nRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_IcQHDEEsjE/s1600-h/amidol_logo2_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332705792216702226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 23px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGTqgS-nRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_IcQHDEEsjE/s320/amidol_logo2_header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;YOU know who YOU are...YOU call right at the high point of one of my favorite programs is on. Now I don't have many...I'm not a t.v. aholic, the t.v. is on because it's noise! It dosen't mean that I'm actually watching it. And since the wonderful invention of DVR's I am not against pushing that little yellow button with the word 'PAUSE' on it. However, there are 3 particular shows that DO NOT get paused! I don't care if I can reverse the program and catch up..I don't care if I'm recording it along with watching it...I WILL NOT ANSWER THE PHONE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332705925634390546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGTyRUO-hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7SXI5KY9cYc/s320/dws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm not so fanatical over these programs that I'll buy the dvd's of episodes or watching re-runs. I only need to see it one time...but I will NOT be interrupted! So if you've lost a limb and are calling me to meet you at the hospital, I'm sorry for you loss and if you'd have called at a different time, I would have been more than happy to drive you to the hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332706020017779138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGT3w6_McI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SqpdjSXEjxc/s320/greysanatomy_fall2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-2480799558794121765?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/2480799558794121765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2480799558794121765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2480799558794121765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='YOU Know Who You Are'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgGXbKIRmhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NHCty1mPy4I/s72-c/idol-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-4678460122268399974</id><published>2009-05-05T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:20:04.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby boy has his first car'/><title type='text'>Baby has his first car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My 'baby' boy has finally bought his first car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgBWX23V1HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hBhsYrN4B5I/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332356926671279218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgBWX23V1HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hBhsYrN4B5I/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;DON'T call it 'baby blue' when talking to Chris about it's color! It's a silver/blue!  I'm so proud of him for saving and hopefully making a wise decision on this car.  He didn't invite his dad a long to car shop but he did take his older brother with him and Nathan drove it to the automotive place to have it put on the machine and checked out.  So that makes me feel better...I think.  So each of them has purchased a car, although Lance purchased and sold his and is now driving MY car!  How did that happen?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I think when they purchase their own vehicle it hits me hard because it's like when they learn to walk.  When they learn to walk they no longer need to rely on mama's hands to help them get to where they want to be...they just take off!  When they purchase their own car I can no longer take the keys away, they no longer have to ask permission to use the car, etc... Yes, they've taken some of my control away....and YES, I am a control freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I am taking control of them in other ways....I am not paid to be their maid...so if it items don't belong in a certain place and I or hubby didn't put them there...I will give a warning and at the same time a time of 'trashing' and if the items aren't claimed or moved by that designated time...they will be put in a trash bag and taken to the trash can!  If they decide they want it, they will dig it out of the trash!  This includes clothing, games, cd's...everything!  And I WILL NO  LONGER be purchasing clothing to replace what they caused to be thrown away!  IF I have to continue to be a 'maid' then they will pay me a wage!  Yep, this mom's fed up!  Independance comes with a cost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-4678460122268399974?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/4678460122268399974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-has-his-first-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4678460122268399974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4678460122268399974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-has-his-first-car.html' title='Baby has his first car'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SgBWX23V1HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hBhsYrN4B5I/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-702692163024495048</id><published>2009-05-01T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:11:38.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tacos and Friends'/><title type='text'>Tacos and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sorry no pictures today. What can go better together than great cheese dip, tacos and good friends? The answer is Nothing! 4 of us got together today and spent over 2 1/2 hours at Glasgows enjoying great food but even more wonderful was the friendship! To think that only 4 months ago none of us knew eachother...and because of one person posting on a web site we've come to a group of 9 (I think that was the last count). Some of us haven't met yet but that's okay, we will soon. We've got NWA covered from Siloam Springs, Fayetteville, Rogers and Bentonville...and all different ages 40's, 30's and 20's!! And the talents and life adventures that each of these wonderful women bring is amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay, enough for now...gotta get some sleep...I was officially trained to administer micro chips into pets today...and we have a micro chip clinic tomorrow. I bought dog bones for the poor babes that I have to stick that big needle in. I'm hoping after I cause them pain the treat will get me back in their good graces! Will post pictures soon...Pray for my victims!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfvHsPVYLPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xF1ODeiQshs/s1600-h/fps.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331074146767482098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfvHsPVYLPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xF1ODeiQshs/s320/fps.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5633708156386674594-702692163024495048?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/702692163024495048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/tacos-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/702692163024495048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/702692163024495048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/tacos-and-friends.html' title='Tacos and Friends'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfvHsPVYLPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xF1ODeiQshs/s72-c/fps.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6970760152639302596</id><published>2009-04-30T08:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:16:13.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Get Around To It Project'/><title type='text'>My Get Around To It Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfmiEgtLleI/AAAAAAAAADw/OiEeMm-vWrU/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330469832352306658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfmiEgtLleI/AAAAAAAAADw/OiEeMm-vWrU/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Okay, stop laughing!  A friend has taken up knitting and doing a really nice job at it.  Several years back I decided to teach myself to knit..yeah, well that didn't work out too well.  I have needles of all sizes!  I have books for idiots!  I just have NO patience!  In the years past I have given away/thrown away the yarn, but over the weekend I found this yarn and I sorta liked the color scheme but I love the soft feel of it! So the needles and books haven't come out of the closet yet but they will soon, I hope.  Knitting seems like a winter hobby...however, I'm thinking it will take till winter for me to just figure out the first stitch!  I keep asking myself 'how hard can it be'?  Because I know people that can knit and some of them I know were born without a creative gene..but they can knit!  But for some reason my mind will not wrap around the concept of making knots with two needles!!  My patient mother attempted to teach me to crochet...so I did complete one project, it was a baby blanket for my first born.  Thank goodness babies don't care if they're blankets are rectangular or pyramid shaped!  As long as you only saw it folded up it looked good..just don't lay it out flat!  I can cross stitch with the best of the pros...it's just something with string that boggles my little brain.  So don't be checking the blog just to see this finished project real soon.....but I will try to keep you posted....like when I finally get the needed needles out of the closet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6970760152639302596?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6970760152639302596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-get-around-to-it-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6970760152639302596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6970760152639302596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-get-around-to-it-project.html' title='My Get Around To It Project'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfmiEgtLleI/AAAAAAAAADw/OiEeMm-vWrU/s72-c/New+things+and+hobbies+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5912023207928910577</id><published>2009-04-29T10:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:02:31.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh My'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herbs and Eggs'/><title type='text'>Healthy, Healthy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sfh6y_U8GyI/AAAAAAAAADg/b-oiL7qF9VE/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145175404288802" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sfh6y_U8GyI/AAAAAAAAADg/b-oiL7qF9VE/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I decided a while aback to start an herb garden...I love herbs to cook with (when I cook, which isn't often) but just the smell of them is so relaxing! So after looking around I decided to start the plants from seeds. Dollar General has packets of flowers and veggies 3 for $1!! Yeah! I'm not out much if I kill them! So I started looking...but couldn't find any herb seeds, finally one wonderful cashier told me to look at a particular store...why this store in particular??? Well, she said because of where they are located they don't sell as many seeds as the other stores who are in more rural areas...so between two other stores I did acquire seeds...but at one store I found the wonderful package deal of seeds, soil and planting pot!!! They only had one of each variety left so I bought them both!! I can't wait to smell the lavendar!!!! So here is my current project...I do have more pots and I forgot to include my individual packets of seeds in the pic. But I think you can get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sfh7E5-OFcI/AAAAAAAAADo/255OGg6nr-Q/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145483204466114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sfh7E5-OFcI/AAAAAAAAADo/255OGg6nr-Q/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Also, after watching the price of eggs going higher and higher and thinking about what is injected into the chickens and their food to make them lay more eggs I decided it's time to go just a little bit organic! So I went on a search of finding people who sell fresh eggs and can actually tell me what their chickens are eating! I found several people and their eggs ranged from $1.25 per dozen all the way to $2.25 per dozen!! What is with these people wanting $2.25??? I discovered they were the ones feeding their chickens supplimented chemicals!!! So I have decided to use 2 suppliers! One will be offering fresh veggies this summer!! Oh I can't wait!!! So we went over to Garfield (which is a really nice drive) to pick up our first 3 dozen eggs!!! And in the picture you see a dozen and 1/2 of these beauties!!! I don't use a lot of eggs...but I plan on sharing with a few friends and family! For supper the other night I fixed omelets, oh they were soooo good!!! yep, I can flip an omelet, sometimes I amaze myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5912023207928910577?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5912023207928910577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/healthy-healthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5912023207928910577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5912023207928910577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/healthy-healthy.html' title='Healthy, Healthy....'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sfh6y_U8GyI/AAAAAAAAADg/b-oiL7qF9VE/s72-c/New+things+and+hobbies+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5672993004759914386</id><published>2009-04-28T08:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:40:49.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CL Latest Find...and so Much Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcP0qcmNSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E7P86IjGdqE/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746081438119202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 11px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcP0qcmNSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E7P86IjGdqE/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcL7TvHFOI/AAAAAAAAADI/i__Hg0Aa4sw/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329741797554328802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcL7TvHFOI/AAAAAAAAADI/i__Hg0Aa4sw/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you know me, you know my fondness for Craigslist! Between Craigslist and a couple of Yahoo Groups I may never buy retail again! and I may never have a yard sale to get rid of stuff I no longer I want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Above is my BIG weekend find on Craigslist! Ignore the crinkles in the rug..I hadn't straightened it out yet. So this CL find replaces my previous CL find! I love my other rug but with the new Broyhill coffee table (yes, CL) you can't see the design in the middle, so it looks a little funky. Also, Bailey (our beloved bassett) constantly sheds! and on dark red/burgandy carpet her white hairs show up and there is no possible way to vac. enough! So although this carpet is also red...it is more 'busy' and the hairs don't show up as much. This rug is also larger than our previous one, which I didn't think I wanted. Infact, when I saw it on CL and saw the measurements I 'assumed' it was the same size as the rug I had...well, needless to say I can't measure! But I love the size of this rug!!! I've decided that if you have pets, you should have rugs everywhere!!! Last week I put two rugs down in my kitchen. I got these for FREE off a freecycle group! The woman was moving and didn't need them any more! So the huge one (which is the same size as my new lr rug) went under the table and the smaller (which is the same size as my previous lr rug) went under our portable island in the middle of our kitchen. They look so good!!! and all I have to do is take my rechargable vac. and go over them and I'm done....and not such a huge area to swiffer and scrub!!! Plus there is still enough room to put my rug near the sink! Gee, after living here 2 years it might finally be coming together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course I had 'help' in getting the rug put down and situated....too much help! and then they were just plain tuckered out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcUdsYETPI/AAAAAAAAADY/kSO5vXfg15k/s1600-h/New+things+and+hobbies+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751184377138418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcUdsYETPI/AAAAAAAAADY/kSO5vXfg15k/s320/New+things+and+hobbies+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Bailey and Buster 'resting' after all their hard work on helping me pull the carpet! Sadie was on the couch 'supervising'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5672993004759914386?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5672993004759914386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/cl-latest-findand-so-much-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5672993004759914386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5672993004759914386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/cl-latest-findand-so-much-help.html' title='CL Latest Find...and so Much Help!'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfcP0qcmNSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E7P86IjGdqE/s72-c/New+things+and+hobbies+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-2118711689823275439</id><published>2009-04-27T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:08:47.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Find!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfXkEq_8fmI/AAAAAAAAADA/MoNSsNmYjGg/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329416502975954530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfXkEq_8fmI/AAAAAAAAADA/MoNSsNmYjGg/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aren't they great???  I absolutely love these lamps!!!  Now I just have to find the right lamp shade for them.  With no soccer tournament this weekend hubby and I went off on our own.  We hit a few yard sales and antique shops.  These lamps were my Big Find!  I saw them as we drove up and commented on them.  I got one of those 'are you kidding' looks from hubby!  I didn't see a price so I inquired as to their price..."FREE"  yes, "FREE"!!!!  Take them to the car quick before they change their mind!!!  You can't tell it from the picture but the narrow brown area is wood and then the top and bottom is like a pleated pattern in shades of egg shell and brown!  They are going in our bedroom!  Now I'm starting to rethink the color we'd planned on painting our bedroom!  But I think I can still pain it the same green shade and pull the lamps in by getting shades with a touch of green in them!  I don't care if they match or not...those lamps are in my bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-2118711689823275439?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/2118711689823275439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-newest-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2118711689823275439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2118711689823275439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-newest-find.html' title='My Newest Find!!!'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SfXkEq_8fmI/AAAAAAAAADA/MoNSsNmYjGg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-4941707566418141805</id><published>2009-04-24T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:16:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to clean the oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;For the past several years my ovens have been self cleaning..just turn a dial or push a button and wala..it's clean! So the property managers decided they want to 'inspect the property' and sign a new lease...suddenly I look around and see all the dirt!  Yesturday was 'clean the kitchen' day.  My drip pans are so clean you can eat off them! Same thing goes for the counter tops and the sink..just fill it with water and drink out of it!  Then I remembered the OVEN..oh darn!  I had a roast planned for that night so I needed the oven. This was a great excuse to say 'oven is tomorrow's project'!! I 'knew' I had bought oven cleaner right after moving in here 2 years ago.  So while taking a break I decide that I can at least read the can and see what I have to do to clean this thing..the can is not where I 'knew' it was!  So I headed out to the store, I had to pick up some chips anyway.  I prefer to go to the small IGA instead of going to WM or Neighborhood Market (also WM).  I look everywhere for the darn oven clean..it's no where! So I go ahead to the check out and ask, he sends another person on a search and she finds it up front..why is up front?? Shouldn't it be with the cleaning supplies??  So she says 'we have it in the can or the spray' I reply back 'give me one of each.'  So off I go with my spray and my can of oven cleaner.  I get home and read the can...Hurray I can spray it on a cold oven and leave it over night and then wake up and wipe the junk away!!  Now I've got a plan...Then my husband comes home...and immediately announces that the property manager called and informed him there is no need for an inspection! All we have to do is sign the new lease and return it to them.  Now this is a blessing because I really didn't want to make my bed just for this guy who since he assumed this position last year is a pain in the tail end!!! (Really, I don't need a phone call each month reminding me to pay my rent! IF we'd ever been late it might be a nice touch, but since we haven't it's just an annoyance!) Anyway, I then asked my husband if he'd like to eat out of the drip pans!  And NO I didn't clean the oven...but I guess I do need to before I forget..again.  Oh another thing...don't forget to clean the top inside the microwave!!!  Next time...the microwave will be on the side walk (in front of someone else's home, I don't want the person taking it off the sidewalk to know it came from my place) and I will be out purchasing a new one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-4941707566418141805?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/4941707566418141805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget-to-clean-oven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4941707566418141805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4941707566418141805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget-to-clean-oven.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to clean the oven'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5016216725780768086</id><published>2009-04-22T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:09:43.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't go Anoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Se_mAtTGd3I/AAAAAAAAACw/eS4d_hiw_yw/s1600-h/20090213-anoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327729784036685682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Se_mAtTGd3I/AAAAAAAAACw/eS4d_hiw_yw/s320/20090213-anoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's a sad night in our household...our boy Anoop was sent home tonight on American Idol. Now we all knew he has no chance to win this thing and he's not even my favorite. But Anoop held a special place in my heart. He could be the twin to my son Nathan's best friend Sri! Nathan met Sri in Georgia we lived in the same neighborhood for a while till they moved to a house with a pool in a subdivision near us. Sri and Nathan were unseparable, they didn't attend the same school...Nathan went to public school, Sri went to Deerfield Windsor Prep. Don't let the name fool you....these kids weren't any smarter than the kids who came out of Westover High! Nathan chose to stay in Albany and go to Darton College and Sri headed out to Statesboro to Georgia Southern....well, things don't go as planned and Sri is now in India where his parents are from and entering medical school there. Poor boy didn't want to be a Dr., he wanted to study engineering. Sri is like a 4th son to us so seeing this young man on American Idol was like seeing our son Sri each week...... Hopefully we'll get to see him this summer...but he's thinking about spending his 'holiday' in Europe...gee, why would anyone want to spend a couple of months in Europe when they could come to good ol' Rogers, AR??? Guess some people are just weird! Ummm...wonder if he could come here first? and if I could then fit in his suitcase???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-5016216725780768086?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5016216725780768086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-dont-go-anoop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5016216725780768086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5016216725780768086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-dont-go-anoop.html' title='Please don&apos;t go Anoop'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Se_mAtTGd3I/AAAAAAAAACw/eS4d_hiw_yw/s72-c/20090213-anoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-415215247600524823</id><published>2009-04-21T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:13:22.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate house cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cleaning house has got to be my least favorite thing...well, it's pretty much even with cooking!  I remember a neighbor we had in Maryland, she cleaned houses for a living.  YUK!  But this woman really liked to clean house, not just her own, others homes too.  She tried to explain to me about what a sense of accomplishment she has when she sees something go from dirty or dull to clean and shiny.  My thought process tells me that if I clean it, I'll just have to clean it again very soon!  Today I hit the hall floors, tile may look nice but it can be a real pain to clean at times.  Then I hit the kitchen floor..where does all this dirt come from that I sweep up?  I had gotten two really nice rugs off a freecycle group several weeks ago to use in my kitchen.  They match but are two different sizes.  I thought I might need to shampoo them but they just needed a good vaccuming.  So the big one went under the table and the smaller one under the island in the middle of the kitchen.  I really like how they look and I think it will be easier to keep clean, I'll just have to go over them with my smaller vac and will be done!  Quick cleaning, that's what it's all about!  So tomorrow I tackle the junk that has fallen behind the living room chairs and the kitchen counter tops and appliances...Oh I just can't wait.  And we'll finish the week off by shampooing the carpet in the living room...oh can you feel the excitement? NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-415215247600524823?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/415215247600524823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-house-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/415215247600524823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/415215247600524823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-house-cleaning.html' title='I hate house cleaning'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3298084611051784147</id><published>2009-04-20T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:22:02.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUV's Will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, I'm sorry, it's been several days...but life happens and I got busy and lazy!  So once again a weekend was spent at the soccer fields.  This was a small tournament so not a lot of teams were there. Infact, I think it's the smallest tournament I've ever watched or been a part of.  Terrential downpours overtook the tournament on Saturday afternoon.  Games were delayed and shortened but not cancelled..the games must go on!!  And the only reason they were stopped was because the lightening detect or went off, no lightening was seen but the machine felt that the atmosphere was favorable.  As I looked around the parking lot of this tournament I witnessed the impact of the SUV's in the world of soccer parents!  When we traveled with our kids with traveling teams the thing was to have a mini van...and yes we still have ours!  Now it's the SUV world...soccer parents do not care about the price of gas, they MUST have an SUV.  Large or Small SUV it dosen't matter....it just has to fit that classification!  Now if I were to open up a auto dealership, I think I'd open one especially designed to sell only SUV's and I'd place my sales lot right next to the town soccer fields!  Maybe have a few mini vans for those new soccer parents..then a special trade in for when they are ready to go for that SUV!  I can only imagine the 'soccer' specials I could run to get these things moved off my lot!  I guarantee you if you see a  'regular' car in the parking lot it belongs to a game official, tournament director, grandparent/or other relative who feels obligated to come watch Jr. play or a brand new soccer family!  So the SUV is in no danger of becoming extinct as long as there are parents with kids who play soccer and play and the traveling teams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-3298084611051784147?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3298084611051784147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/suvs-will-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3298084611051784147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3298084611051784147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/suvs-will-survive.html' title='SUV&apos;s Will Survive'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6913231464953657132</id><published>2009-04-14T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:32:30.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the obituaries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;One of the first things I do in the morning is go online and look at the online edition of the Baxter Bulletin...the hometown newspaper of Mtn. Home.  The obits. are the first thing I read...Now today there were 8 obituaries listed...Out of these 8// 1 person was 72 years old, 1 person was in their late 80's, and the rest were in their 90's or over 100 years of age!!!  What does that say about MH??  Do people that live there live longer?  Is over 90% of the population over 80?  My youngest son has a theory that when he visits MH the 'old people energy' sucks the life out of the younger people!  That's how they live so long...so I told him that it's his fault of all these obits today...he hasn't visited for several months!!!  If he had, they'd all still be alive because they'd have sucked his energy from him...he agreed!  We have told this theory to others living in MH and surprisingly they aren't insulted they agree with his theory!!!  But then as I looked at these obits.  I thought about the life stories that each of these people had to share....The lives that each of them led, the adventures they had, the loves, the heartaches they experienced...what a legacy that together they had!  What lessons they could teach us all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6913231464953657132?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6913231464953657132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-obituaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6913231464953657132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6913231464953657132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-obituaries.html' title='Watching the obituaries...'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-4713770708927862268</id><published>2009-04-13T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:33:00.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're feeling down...hug your dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeQDdpcRIwI/AAAAAAAAACg/-y1VkoNeJpw/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384467334275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeQDdpcRIwI/AAAAAAAAACg/-y1VkoNeJpw/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeQAwjEiXqI/AAAAAAAAACY/U16RS7Cz8Kk/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324381493506760354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeQAwjEiXqI/AAAAAAAAACY/U16RS7Cz8Kk/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There's just one word for the past couple of days 'Crappy'! At times it has just plain felt like if at that moment it was the last moment on earth...I would have said 'fine, whatever'. But when I'm feeling down I can count on my Sadie to be there, she'll lay her head on my lap or just sit beside me and bring my hand over to her with her paw...what a sweetie. We adopted Sadie a year ago last month and I have to say she has truly been a Blessing! She has a heart that knows no boundaries...she shows nothing but love and makes it known when you need it most. We got her from a woman who was divorcing her husband. The husband didn't want to take her with him and she couldn't take her to her small apt. she was moving to. We got her right after our Biscuit passed away because Buster was acting depressed...I wasn't so sure about her when I first saw her, she wasn't what I expected...Oh How Wrong I Was! She is such a patient sweetheart. She's always right with me and she's as dedicated to me as I am to her. She's got her quirks...she freightens at any noise and reacts by barking and she's afraid of storms and she hates to have her picture taken, if she sees the camera aiming at her she runs and hides. And she absolutely HATES to have her hair cut!!! All you have to do is lift a scissors and she's gone! Which is getting to the stage of deperation because she really needs the wads cut off her luxurious coat!!! But we all have our quirks...and hers just makes her unique! Mama loves you Sadie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-4713770708927862268?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/4713770708927862268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-youre-feeling-downhug-your-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4713770708927862268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4713770708927862268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-youre-feeling-downhug-your-dog.html' title='When you&apos;re feeling down...hug your dog'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeQDdpcRIwI/AAAAAAAAACg/-y1VkoNeJpw/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-9212255649387861266</id><published>2009-04-11T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:41:27.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Easter'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeE3ZD147FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/W1Dn4EdkYIg/s1600-h/Happy+Easter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323597138196229202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeE3ZD147FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/W1Dn4EdkYIg/s320/Happy+Easter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a better way to say Happy Easter than with a picture of these Easter Buns!!!  Gee, I miss the days of coloring eggs at midnight!  I never thought I'd say that.  And then the fun part of cleaning it all up before the boys caught on and then their daddy going out and hiding the eggs.  We learned early on that the real eggs never left the inside of the house...ever smelled a rotten egg after the lawn mower ran over it?  Well, take it from me, it's not pleasant!  My daddy always walked with me along the flower gardens at the house and pointed out places on the flowers where the Easter Bunny had licked the petals..this is how the Easter Bunny got the color for the eggs.  What a smart Bunny he is!  He'd also tell me he was watching for him with his shot gun loaded so we could have the Bunny for Easter Dinner....He'd always do that when my mother was around so she'd have to deal with my tears!  Gosh I miss my Daddy!  &lt;/span&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/5633708156386674594-9212255649387861266?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/9212255649387861266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/9212255649387861266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/9212255649387861266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SeE3ZD147FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/W1Dn4EdkYIg/s72-c/Happy+Easter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-2453688707234539548</id><published>2009-04-09T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:24:34.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosary Beads = LOVE'/><title type='text'>I LOVE My Birthright Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd656vHGuBI/AAAAAAAAACI/qNtBZgaLvik/s1600-h/rosary3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322896228328323090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd656vHGuBI/AAAAAAAAACI/qNtBZgaLvik/s320/rosary3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Any day is great day when I receive an e-mail from one of my Birthright family but today I received one that really can make a difference!  Carolyn e-mailed me 'chain' mail from a nun here in Arkansas.  It's calling for EVERY ONE between noon and 3:00 tomorrow (Good Friday)to say the rosary for the benefit of ending abortion!  Now I don't need an excuse to get out one of my rosaries..but how cool to think that all over the world there will be so many people weaving these precious beads through their fingers and the one thought on their mind will be the possibility of saving the lives of our precious future.  I sometimes wonder how many presidents have been killed...could one of those souls be the person to bring hope and promise to us?  How many Dr.s have been killed...could the person who will cure cancer have already been denied his/her life?  So many things to ponder about who and what these babies could have accomplished...but had no voice.  Oh I miss my Birthright family and the women who walked through those doors....So even if you're not Catholic just take a few minutes to pray for the end to abortion...He hears ALL!&lt;/span&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/5633708156386674594-2453688707234539548?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/2453688707234539548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-birthright-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2453688707234539548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2453688707234539548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-birthright-family.html' title='I LOVE My Birthright Family'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd656vHGuBI/AAAAAAAAACI/qNtBZgaLvik/s72-c/rosary3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3372793536642343654</id><published>2009-04-09T09:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:13:43.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Get? Razorback Stadium + Soccer=??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd4AU_6mp6I/AAAAAAAAACA/iTbLzjFCaC0/s1600-h/grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322692170353125282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd4AU_6mp6I/AAAAAAAAACA/iTbLzjFCaC0/s320/grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd4AD9eMqrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uZo0InyI76E/s1600-h/200px-09-02-06-RRS-Ozarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322691877639334578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd4AD9eMqrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uZo0InyI76E/s320/200px-09-02-06-RRS-Ozarks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What do you get if you add the wonderful stadium our beloved Hogs play in PLUS Soccer????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You get WORLD CUP SOCCER!!!!!  We were jumping up and down in our house early this morning when it was announced that our stadium is under consideration as being a host stadium for WORLD CUP SOCCER TOURNAMENT games!!!!!!  I swear if they get the bid I can go to the games and then die a happy person!!!!  Oh my gosh being at a Word Cup game may bring on a heartattack for both me and my hubby!  We were fortunate to see our National Team several times when we lived in Maryland.  We could go to games in Washington and in Hershey PA and oh my gosh the atmosphere is so much fun!!!  We did get to see them play in a World Cup qualifier in D.C. and it was amazing!!!  The party starts before the game and carries on even after the game....It starts and ends in the parking lot!!!  We have met so many amazing people at these games!!!  Please World Cup Committee...DON'T bust my happiness bubble....come to NWA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-3372793536642343654?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3372793536642343654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-get-razorback-stadium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3372793536642343654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3372793536642343654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-get-razorback-stadium.html' title='What Do You Get? Razorback Stadium + Soccer=??'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Sd4AU_6mp6I/AAAAAAAAACA/iTbLzjFCaC0/s72-c/grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-426223177150907227</id><published>2009-04-07T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:10:42.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GO HOGS'/><title type='text'>Hogs RULE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SdwVKS-xssI/AAAAAAAAABw/1BjagRnlq2Q/s1600-h/arkansas-razorbacks_ani-a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322152126283100866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SdwVKS-xssI/AAAAAAAAABw/1BjagRnlq2Q/s320/arkansas-razorbacks_ani-a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;SOOOIE PIGS!!! WE'RE RANKED #1!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;(BASEBALL FOR ALL YOU DUMMIES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-426223177150907227?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/426223177150907227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hogs-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/426223177150907227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/426223177150907227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hogs-rule.html' title='Hogs RULE'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/SdwVKS-xssI/AAAAAAAAABw/1BjagRnlq2Q/s72-c/arkansas-razorbacks_ani-a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-4708305899216404318</id><published>2009-04-07T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:06:33.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Learning Life Lessons &amp; They're Making Him Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard watching your 'children' learn hard life lessons because as a parent we want to protect and defend.  Now I know this is a minor lesson and no hurt is really involved just tiredness.  The youngest works the night shift at his employment.  He got home at 6:30 this morning and the next two nights were to be his nights off.  Thankfully he came home and took a nap (he hardly ever does this) and then after eating supper he went in and slept a couple of hours.  Suddenly his cell phone rings and it's his boss needing him to come in tonight.  The guy covering tonight has called in..supposedly his girlfriend is having their baby tonight...supposedly the Dr. is inducing labor.  Now a couple of weeks ago this same situation took place but he claims now it was a false alarm.  So he's been called in again on his night off.  The thing that gets him is they don't even try to find someone to come in besides him.  He was trying to find every excuse he could NOT to go in...and yes, I want to help him.  Because he's my baby boy and it's just not right!  But he needs to be mature and suck it up...hard to explain to a 20 year old 'boy'.  If he only knew this will be the least of his work worries...especially now with everyone looking for work there's many that would like to have his problems.  Now I think I'll go and be pissed off with my son....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-4708305899216404318?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/4708305899216404318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-learning-life-lessons-theyre-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4708305899216404318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/4708305899216404318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-learning-life-lessons-theyre-making.html' title='He&apos;s Learning Life Lessons &amp; They&apos;re Making Him Tired'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6381037149883499928</id><published>2009-04-06T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:23:03.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>Why are soccer fields 20degrees colder than anywhere else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tournament action has started in the life of a soccer family.  I have to admit the life has changed quite abit now that we have no children playing in the tournaments and we don't have weekend travel games...it's really nice!  But I do have to admit at times I miss the rat race of the life style, sometimes.  But when the weekends are like the past weekend, I don't miss it at all!  Saturday was sorta warm, but the wind was horrendous!  I parked the car near two fields so I could watch 2 games and I hypernated out of the wind in the car for the most part of the game.  Sunday however was freezing cold and the temp. dropped on a regular basis throughout the day.  So Sunday I joined the refs in their tent which thankfully had a kerosene heater!!  Oh and they had lots of chocolate in their tent!!!  Who can ask for more on a falling temp. day...kerosene heater and chocolate!!!  Oh I would have like to have some hot chocolate or Starbucks!!!  Sometimes we just can't be pleased!  At least 3 more tickets within 2 months..yeah!  And the best thing is they are all local so no big travel for them.  I do miss the friends at the tournaments in Georgia, it was like an extended family.  At these tournaments we don't know anyone since we've been gone for so many years. On a positive side it's a chance to meet new people and make new friends..I hope.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that we get to go see some MLS games this season!!! And hopefully will get to see our WUSA teams play!!!  Yeah!!! Womens soccer is back!!!!  Go Ladies!!!  However, our fav. team Freedom has the ultimate goalie Brianna back with them..we've watched her since the beginning...sorry girl, I think you might need to seriously think of retirement.  It pains me to see you  in the condition you're in right now...it may be too late to go out on a high note..but you're always #1 in our house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6381037149883499928?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6381037149883499928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-are-soccer-fields-20degrees-colder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6381037149883499928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6381037149883499928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-are-soccer-fields-20degrees-colder.html' title='Why are soccer fields 20degrees colder than anywhere else'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-2448014622074981932</id><published>2009-04-03T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:33:26.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nifty Thrifty'/><title type='text'>To Thrift or Not To Thrift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I absolutely love garage sales! and I love thrift stores.  But I tend to find too many items I 'need' when I go to them.  I mean seriously who can pass up a good deal?  Well, it seems that my husband can! Or at least that's what he wants me to believe.  I will admit that I am the biggest pack rat there is.  I think it's genetic, the US government gives all this money to different studies that are a waste of time and money...I really think looking into the genetic link of 'collecting' and then holding onto the items would be a relevant study!  So I have stayed away from these wonderful heavenly paradises for several weeks maybe even a month or two.  But I have hit just a couple over in Fayetteville when I've had something to do over in Fayetteville so I'd take Lance to campus and then go on my way until it was time to get him.  I've been really good at these two particular thrift stores...I bought a set of rugs that we did need, I promise we really, really did!  And I've spent less than $20 in the 4 trips that I've made to them.  But recently I went on a search for a coffee mug tree to use for a dog collar project with on e of my volunteer endeavors.  A very nice person answered my plea with an e-mail saying she had just seen one at a local thrift store!!!  Oh, I heard that voice, "You know you shouldn't go because you won't just buy the mug tree!"  But come on a deal is a deal and I really wanted a mug tree.  So I conned Lance into going with me...well I found the ultimate mug tree and a couple of pieces of clothing, Easter cards (which I knew I'd forget to buy at the store), a special gift for some friends in GA, a pair of earrings to match a summer dress that I bought last year (yes, at a thrift store) and a class with a Confederate theme for my hubby and 2 pizza cutters which we desperately need because somehow we've lost ours (don't ask)...ummm...I think that was all at that one.  We left with our goodies in hand...and proceeded to another favorite thrift store...and oh my goodness books were 1/2 price!!1 Imagine .25 for a book!!!!  Do I hear the Angels singing??? Yes, I think I do!!!  So Lance and I hit those books...he got 6 books for just $1.50!!! And one is a complete set of books!!!  These things sell for over $8 a piece!!! Now I did find a couple pieces of clothing again.  Plus we came out with some odds and ends...now that I think of it I  bought something there for a friend..and I haven't unpacked it yet..ummm gotta find that item!  An even $10 for all this loot!!!  So I think if I just get a 'thrift store fix' now and again I'll be fine...but go cold turkey NO WAY!  I will continue to 'bargain' shop at my favorite places and hit those yard sales..when I have $5 in my pocket...do you relize how much I can come out with for $5???? Come with me and I'll show you the way......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-2448014622074981932?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/2448014622074981932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-thrift-or-not-to-thrift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2448014622074981932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2448014622074981932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-thrift-or-not-to-thrift.html' title='To Thrift or Not To Thrift...'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-750728323645784930</id><published>2009-04-02T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:00:49.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Trying to decide where &amp; what defines  'Home'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;It has never mattered where we lived, when asked where 'home' was we'd always say Mtn. Home, AR.  That's where hubby and I both grew up. I was only a year old when my family moved there so that's the only place I called home.  It wasn't so much the town that I was calling 'home' it was one certain house, one certain piece of property. When my grandma, grandpa, aunt, mother and I moved there my grandpa built the family home. My grandma wasn't in good health and she needed to get away from the stress and pollution in IL. My family had taken vacations to MH and loved it.. my daddy (grandpa) loved to fish! MH was their Heaven on Earth! If you did deep enough in the walls of the home that sits on the property there's probably teeth marks somewhere from my teething...blood from an ouchie or who knows what reminders I left! Although my mom and I never lived in the house ourselves as we had a home next door...this house was my 'home'. After daddy died he left the house to my aunt...she lived with daddy and grandma and took care of them till the day they were called to God's Home. My aunt Dorothy loved her home and it was her wish that my mother live in it after she went Home to be with God and join grandma and daddy. It's over 2 acres and besides the family home, my mother has her home on it and there's the trailer that we lived in and later mom and Dorothy turned into an antique shop.  They fondly nicknamed it simply 'serendipity'. In a perfect world my hubby would transfer to the MH division of his work and we'd move into mom's home and help her take care of the property. In the real world, we have 3 sons, working and in school and for the majority they pay all their own personal bills but live at home with us...so rent and utilities are taken care of by us.  And in the real world right now they are not making enough money to take care of these bills themselves...they have college expenses that's keeping us all broke! It breaks my heart to see my mom worry about keeping up the property.  It seems that it's become a $$ pit! She had to have a new roof put on, then the ice storm hit and tree trimmers had to be called, and there's so much yard that has to be taken care of and leaves to be raked. The cost to have some one take care of it is beyond what any of us can afford on top of everything else. It's too the point that mom just waits for something else to happen and cost even more....and I don't think she realizes how much I worry not only about the home but about her.  She has her own health problems to deal with. So the point has come that we can't see a time in the near future that we will have the opportunity to move there so the time may be coming to start preparing to sell. I know this is hard on my mom..but I trully think this will hit me harder than any one. This is my 'home'. My thought process has gone to..if she sells the home and property, would I ever want to then move back to MH? I never thought I'd look at it in this format...I guess in my heart when I thought of a time when we'd retire it was just natural we'll return 'home' but I realize that was because I had a 'home' to return to.  If the house and property are sold..there's really nothing to return to. I didn't realize I felt this way until I was taking one of my sons to classes at U of A yesturday and was talking about the situation with him..I'm not really sure I was talking to him..I think I was just talking and putting things in perspective.  My mom always said if she thought something was bothering me and I needed to talk she's suggest we go for ice cream or something...she knew if she got me in the car I'd spill the beans! I think I'm still doing it! No wonder hubby tunes me out most of the time..I'm really just yammering in my own world.  I want my mom to live the rest of her life without worry..I want her to be happy and I want her and I to enjoy this time together and do things together...with the house looming over both our head and my hubbys too...can we do this?  I don't know.  I guess it's time that I took a 'big girl pill' and grew up some...Life adventures aren't always fun..and I still have no idea what I'll learn from this one. I may have to find a new 'home'.  Thankgoodness I'm typing this on a computer and the screen dosen't stain with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-750728323645784930?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/750728323645784930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-decide-where-what-defines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/750728323645784930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/750728323645784930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-decide-where-what-defines.html' title='Trying to decide where &amp; what defines  &apos;Home&apos;'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-6426996769330683664</id><published>2009-03-30T22:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:01:35.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Pet&apos; Peeve...'/><title type='text'>My 'current' PET peeve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People who adopt an animal and then turn around and decide they no longer want to keep it and then go looking for a new home for the poor thing.  Would they do this to their child if they could??? Makes you wonder....  Now you know when there is the possibility of moving, so why take a new pet into your home and then it has to go to another home.  I feel so sorry for these pets.  We moved from Arkansas to Maryland and then to Georgia and back to Arkansas with our Biscuit!  When I looked for housing if they said they didn't accept pets then I just kept looking!!  Biscuit even stayed in the Sheraton Hotel with us for over a month when we moved to Maryland...Oh yah that was fun!  Down the elevator I'd go in the morning taking my 3 sons to school and we'd have Biscuit with us...and next to us in the elevator were men in 3 piece suits and briefcases!  I can't even imagine the heartache it would have caused me and  my family if we'd found her a new home just because we were moving...Biscuit was part of our family, she stayed with the boys when they were sick, she prototected me from strangers and she sang Happy Birthday  with us when we celebrated!  She could even say 'Mama' and those hearing her knew exactly what she was saying!  Where ever we went she came with us.  She absolutely loved to travel!  And her favorite treat were Sonic tater tots!  A couple of times when I'd have to go to Mtn. Home to be with my mom and aunt Terry and the boys would all have to work together to get everywhere they needed to be.  Lance would take Biscuit and Buster to Sonic and get them their tater tots and then go pick Chris up from school....Chris would get so mad and humiliated because Biscuit would sit in the front seat and Chris would have to get in the back of the van with Buster!  She had all of us wrapped around her paw!  It's hard to believe she's been gone a year.....But 14 years was a long life and she lived it to the fullest! and left us with many happy memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-6426996769330683664?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/6426996769330683664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-current-pet-peeve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6426996769330683664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/6426996769330683664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-current-pet-peeve.html' title='My &apos;current&apos; PET peeve...'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-2747596159895463105</id><published>2009-03-29T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:53:42.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Paint or Not To Paint....'/><title type='text'>To Paint or Not To Paint That Is The Question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've lived here for almost 2 years now..and I don't think the place was newly painted when we moved in. I'm starting, no I am, getting really sick of the same color walls in every room!  So I've found some paint  that I really like...on Craigslist of course..someone bought too much and is selling what they don't need really cheap!  It's a color that I had considered for either our bedroom or the kitchen.  Does that sound a little weird liking the same color for either the bedroom or kitchen?  However, since we're only renting here is it worth the bother?  Now I have wallpapered before in homes that we rented but we were renting with the intention of living there for quite a while.  I have NO intention of being in this home for any long period of time..2 years is a while though isn't it??  Guess I should have painted 2 years ago!  I can't get over to pick the paint up until Tuesday anyway...so I think I'll hold off on it and IF the person still has it on Tuesday afternoon that will be my 'sign' that I'm suppose to paint!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-2747596159895463105?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/2747596159895463105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-paint-or-not-to-paint-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2747596159895463105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/2747596159895463105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-paint-or-not-to-paint-that-is.html' title='To Paint or Not To Paint That Is The Question...'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-5508647679561084408</id><published>2009-03-25T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:39:58.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurry Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Where is my Mommy &amp; Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Scr4tEJD1xI/AAAAAAAAABo/KArU64P1r4U/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317335763153835794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Scr4tEJD1xI/AAAAAAAAABo/KArU64P1r4U/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5633708156386674594-5508647679561084408?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/5508647679561084408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-mommy-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5508647679561084408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/5508647679561084408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-mommy-daddy.html' title='Where is my Mommy &amp; Daddy'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LH5sE6oJU/Scr4tEJD1xI/AAAAAAAAABo/KArU64P1r4U/s72-c/P1010095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3071193852909438637</id><published>2009-03-25T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:36:43.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that I love my husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have finally done something that proves that I do love my husband!  Giving birth to his 3 sons was a start..but today I did the one thing that truly says 'I love you'!  I marinated and then cooked him deer meat steaks!!! and I will NEVER do it again!!!  A while back a customer gave him a couple of venison steaks for his birthday.  He came home with them and was soooo happy, I wasn't!!  So finally this weekend I bought myself and who ever else in the family wanted a REAL steak some steaks and fixed hubby his.  I prepared them separately..beef first!  Then they sat in completely different air tight containers marinating all day, oh and they were on two totally different shelves also!  I fixed the beef steaks first and then the venison...I didn't want my precious beef anywhere near Bambi!  I have to admit I didn't think it would bother me as much as it did.  I kept trying to tell myself it was 'beef' also...didn't quite work!  I just kept seeing these beautiful creatures that hang out behind our house in Mtn. Home every morning!  They are absolutely beautiful.  During the winter this year we even had a baby sitting right by the front steps...she was just laying there waiting for her mama to get done eating.  Then when we tried to get a picture she ran to her mama and off they went...absolutely gliding through the air.  We never mention the herd that lives close to the home there because just as sure as anything we'd be hearing gun shots in our back yard!  When I had my horses on the back of the property we had a field of clover and it still comes up so they are very well fed.  One morning we finally lost count at 14 deer grazing early in the morning...it was so cool they were in the front and back of the property!  So there will be NO more venison prepared at my house!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-3071193852909438637?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3071193852909438637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/proof-that-i-love-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3071193852909438637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3071193852909438637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/proof-that-i-love-my-husband.html' title='Proof that I love my husband...'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-3336172458175028407</id><published>2009-03-24T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:17:23.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Cake Ecstacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not a big fan of lemon baked goods..but sometimes lemon cake is just really good!  Several years ago my middle son baked a lemon cake and after frosting it we were called away from the house and we stuck it back in the oven.  When we got around to finally eating it the frosting had glazed over the cake and oh my gosh it was the best ever!!!  Since then we've tried and tried to duplicate this glaze effect.  We finally got it right tonight!!!!!  Oh my it was so heavenly moist and sweet!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lance has missed his calling this kid can B.A.K.E!!! He use to WOW us with his baking abilities on a regular basis but we now have to beg for goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Making this short so I can eat more cake before going to bed!!! Yuuuummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-3336172458175028407?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/3336172458175028407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/lemon-cake-ecstacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3336172458175028407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/3336172458175028407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/lemon-cake-ecstacy.html' title='Lemon Cake Ecstacy'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-1164164887689536651</id><published>2009-03-22T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:00:01.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping with Greedy Old People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started out in a good mood..although once again woken up by the evil basset hound, Bailey.  Hubby was reading the paper and asked if I wanted him to save the coupons...in the past I've clipped and clipped and then just ended up throwing them away because they've expired.  So I mentioned that I don't understand how these people can buy $100 worth of grocery and end up paying .25!!??  How do they do this??  It seems like such a bother to watch the store adds and figure out what's on sale and what you coupons for and then go online and look for more savings....do these people not have a life??  But I did say perhaps some week I'll attempt this and make it a challenge to see if I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I got an education from an 'elderly' couple.  Age wise I'm guessing late 70's early 80's...which is actually looking younger every year!  This couple harassed the meat guy who only comes in on Sunday to restock and mark-down the meat.  They absolutely glued themselves to him and got everything he marked down!  They even picked up packages and found fault with it so he would mark down what they wanted.  They let no one else get even close.  The man was keeper of the cart and blocked everyone else while she looked like another appendage of the meat guy.  After they 'stole' all the meat they hit the cheese and canned bread area (the canned biscuits and such).  They went through every item in these areas and looked for the ones either out of date or getting ready to be and pulled them from the area and set them in a separate cart..then proceeded to have an employee come back and mark it all down...again woman attached herself to the employee while the old coot man blocked with the cart.  We were at the frozen food section when here they came...she says to me 'I left you some cheese back there.'  I didn't know if I should be pissed by her comment or what...I felt gratified that possibly she felt the daggers I was sending her way!!!  So I quickly headed back before someone else came upon the items...she left 3 bags of shredded mozzarella chesse..marked down to .89!!!  Now I was grateful for the savings...but still pissed at their greed!!!  If it had been a young couple with a family to feed I would feel differently...but these old coots only had themselves to look after.  When I checked out she was in the next line over and besides all the markdowns she got here she came out with all her coupons!!!!  The store wasn't busy so when she left I asked the cashier that checked her out how much she saved and he said a little over $8. in coupons but a huge amount in the markdowns...old coots!  Their bill came to $45 (I over heard the amt.)  Then the guy says 'They're a pain in the butt, they come in a couple of times a month and go through their shelves and ask for everything to be marked down.)  So I ask..what's the deal are they feeding grandchildren..and both cashiers tell me where they live and it's only the two of them and several huge freezers in their garage!  Infact, my cashier tells me they are her neighbors and their kids and grandchildren won't even have anything to do with them because they don't like kids!  She said one of her own boys went over and offered to mow their lawn for $10, he was trying to earn extra money for Bible camp...they out right told him NO...but then turned around and hired an elderly man to mow their property for $50!  Her comment was 'they never got another Christmas card from us'!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ummm...this blog could turn out to be very useful...I may not simmer over this the rest of the day and raise my blood pressure even more....oh let's face it...I'm be miffed for a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-1164164887689536651?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/1164164887689536651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/grocery-shopping-with-greedy-old-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/1164164887689536651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/1164164887689536651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/grocery-shopping-with-greedy-old-people.html' title='Grocery Shopping with Greedy Old People'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-7100907879970014145</id><published>2009-03-21T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:34:34.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I attempted to change the layout on my blog all evening yesturday...no go! So the youngest son is supposedly going to help good ol mom today with it.  But, I decide I'll go ahead and enter a post for this morning..HA!  This was fun, everything I typed then translated itself into Hindi...yes, Hindi.  You know your a real idiot when this happens!!  However it only took me about 20 minutes and a lot of cussing to figure out what I needed to disable.  However, I did learn something in this but whether I'll ever use it is another story...mabye some time you'll be reading a post in someother language...please call the people in white coats at that time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Bailey (our basset), who you'll see a pic. of someday, whenever I learn how to ad pics to this thing! decides that I've overslept this morning at 6 a.m.  No she dosen't wake hubby up who is the one who has to get up and go to work most days...she wakes me up..I am so lucky!  She finally stops digging at my head and decides to stand on me!  A body can only take so much of this from a very heavy basset! So I get up, go start the coffee (we turn the auto off on weekends for the purpose of sleeping in!), make sure the dogs, cats and birds all have fresh water and I sit down to get on-line and catch up on e-mails and read the Baxter Bulletin (hometown newspaper, I check to see who's died, oh my gosh I'm at that age!!), however, the 'it's time to get up mom' Bailey decides she's tired now and gets in my lap and falls promptly asleep!!!!  Where have I gone wrong with this hound???  She has to take take a daily nap on my lap every afternoon, she has to sleep between hubby and I and was the reason for going from a queen size bed to a king size bed.  We got through 3 kids without ever having even one of them sleep with us..so proud of ourselves and have bragged to friends and family about our accomplishment....we rescue one basset and it all goes out the door!  Please someone explain this to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hubby has off this weekend and here it is raining!  Even my plans of shampooing carpets is a no-go now.  Ummm....maybe I can convince him to step foot in the garage and do some re-arranging!!!  I think I counted about 15 medium size boxes that still need to be unpacked from our move back here almost 2 years ago!  I need a dresser moved into the garage...that would get one of the 'men' off their butts to help move it!!!  This could turn into a productive day...oh who am I kidding??  We'll find a movie to watch and then one movie will lead to another and so forth....and then what would a rainy day be without an afternoon nap?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Time for another dose of caffeine....maybe if I drink enough coffee this morning I'll be so wired from it I will accomplish something on a rainy Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-7100907879970014145?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/7100907879970014145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7100907879970014145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/7100907879970014145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-saturday.html' title='Rainy Saturday'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633708156386674594.post-8912178464586056923</id><published>2009-03-19T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:13:50.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss of Innocence...I&apos;m a blogger'/><title type='text'>It's my first time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, I'm feeling like I'm getting somewhere now on the wonderful world of the net!! Finally entering the blogging world. I don't even think my web savy sons are blogging!!! Ummm, maybe they are and I should do some searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now if you think the title of my blog is a little weird...let me explain. I have 3 sons. ALL in college, ages 23, 22 and 20...now wouldn't you think that one of them would start thinking about moving out...well not my boys!!! I guess we just make it too easy on them. Now I'm not complaining because they are all doing really well with college but...some mom and dad time would be nice too! When I decided to go ahead and start this blog thing I was sitting in the living room watching the NCAA basketball games with the 3 of them....and this came to to mind as we were watching games and discussing other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we'll see how this goes...it might be a good outlet and way to keep in contact with friends and family (well selected family that is)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633708156386674594-8912178464586056923?l=dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/feeds/8912178464586056923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8912178464586056923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633708156386674594/posts/default/8912178464586056923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-first-time.html' title='It&apos;s my first time..'/><author><name>Donna Crider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273358596756427690</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/_e7LH5sE6oJU/S-FoJf8phUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tePB8KrHZK4/S220/IMG_0696.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
