tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9705603199527401682024-03-12T19:05:37.474-07:00Mrs. Incredible...or so they thinkThey call me Mrs.Incredible. Ha, that's pretty funny. I'm just a plain ol' mom with a nutty husband, 2 'spirited' boys, and a 'lived in' house. I'm sarcastic, caring, crazy, and just plain not right in the head.Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-43772948415337291782011-04-28T07:57:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:17:11.913-07:00Just keep swimming....<div align="center"> Barely floating</div><div align="center">robbing peter to pay paul</div><div align="center">this has become our new life since I began school.</div><div align="center">I have no energy</div><div align="center">I'm always exhausted</div><div align="center">The house is a wreck</div><div align="center">I'm doing to best that I can, or am I?</div><div align="center">Why can't I just push through the exhaustion?</div><div align="center">Irrational thoughts of how I'm supposed to be supermom,</div><div align="center">where is she, this supermom?</div><div align="center">She doesn't yell</div><div align="center">She doesn't have piles of laundry</div><div align="center">She doesn't have piles of bills, praying they can be paid</div><div align="center">She doesn't have dirty dishes stacked on the counter</div><div align="center">Her superman isn't exhausted because he's trying to help her</div><div align="center">Her superman doesn't have to help, she's supermom</div><div align="center">Funny thing is</div><div align="center"><strong>Supermom doesn't exist.</strong></div><div align="center">We as women beat ourselves to hell and back</div><div align="center">because we aren't perfect, our kids aren't perfect,</div><div align="center">our home isn't always sparkling</div><div align="center">and we're not always perky with our hair and makeup always on.</div><div align="center">I hope my kids are happy.</div><div align="center">I know we're going to make it through this, we will.</div><div align="center">We have to.</div><div align="center">I can't wait for the day that I won't have to miss a baseball game</div><div align="center">to study.</div><div align="center">I can't wait for the day to take them out to practice</div><div align="center">or whip up a treat (last minute) for school</div><div align="center">without worrying about a test.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is a test for our family.</div><div align="center">I always pray that we're making the right decisions.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4%3Cspan"></a><br />Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-2276796708128930982011-04-26T08:27:00.000-07:002011-04-26T08:33:03.172-07:00Yeah, Yeah, Yeah....So I understand that I'm a complete failure at blogging. <br /><br />But, I'm ok with that!<br /><br />I was thinking today that I pray my children have a passion that they want to persue. I never found that passion until I was 24 and then had the opportunity to persue it when I was 28.<br /><br />It is very exhausting persuing a dream when you have 3 boys, a husband, a home, and still have to work to pay bills.<br /><br />I know it's going to be rewarding in the end- and I do see the light at the end of the tunnel.<br /><br />What I really hope that my children will, one day, see the hard work and determination that I put into persuing this dream and use it to fuel their fire of passion.<br /><br />That being said I need to now leave to pick up Cole from school, and then attempt to work on my final research paper for English Comp II. Yay :)Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-22337755401076959992010-06-22T09:04:00.000-07:002010-06-23T13:06:51.947-07:00Over a Year!Wow..it has really been a year since I've posted.<br /><br />That's sad.<br /><br />Well, that's also what happens when you have to live life!<br /><br /><br />First and formost, I hate to announce that my grandma had passed away June 1st, 2009. Then in February my uncle passed away suddenly in a car accident. All within 8 months, my mom lost her mom and her brother. God bless her, she's hanging in there.<br /><br />Now on lighter notes:<br /><br />Family updates:<br /><br /><strong>Me- </strong>I started my first semester of school on June 1st of last summer. I've completed 7 classes so far within this year with a 4.0 (apparently I'm doing better than last time!!).<br />We became pregnant with our third son in July, had him on April 13th in my third c-section.<br />Introducing Nathan Todd. He was 6lbs 15oz, and 18 1/2 inches long<br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=nathancloseup.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/nathancloseup.jpg" /> </a><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=nathansleeping.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/nathansleeping.jpg" /></a><br /><br />My friend <a href="http://theredheadedmama.blogspot.com/">Stacy</a> took those adorable pictures of Nathan! *She also has been calling me out several times because I'm slacking on my blog!!<br /><br /><strong>Carl</strong> is doing well. He has only fought in 2 fights within the last 2 years and is 1-1 (the 'loss' was by decision not a KO thank goodness). He has found a different employer, who is wonderful. Only problem is, is that he took a $3/hr pay cut which hurts a bit.<br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=019.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/019.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=020.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/020.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Owen</strong> is doing great. He's going to be 8years old July 25th! I know- I can't believe it either!! He completed 2nd grade, but we've decided to have him repeat 2nd grade due to his maturity level. He's definitely bright enough, it's the paying attention and not worrying about what everyone else is doing that's the problem! He just finished his 3rd season of baseball and is doing awesome. Owen decided to not play football this year and to wrestle instead, which with his small stature I think will be great for him<br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=001.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/001.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Lindseys%20wedding/?action=view&current=016.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Lindseys%20wedding/016.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Cole </strong>is getting so big! He'll be 4 years old July 6th (just a couple weeks!) and will start preschool in the fall. *sniff* He's not my baby anymore!! He is definitely going to be my rough and tumble ladies man. He's a riot!<br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=008.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/008.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/?action=view&current=061.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/061.jpg" /></a><br /><br />All in all, we're doing well. It was a rough transition coming home from the hospital for me though. My OB and I decided that I was to start on an antidepressant for PPD (postpartum depression) the last trimester of the pregnancy- which we did. I honestly thought that this would alleviate quite a bit of the depression.<br /><br />It did not.<br /><br />I went a holy mess at home with myself. I was fighting with myself on the quality of my care for the kids, my husband, and the house. I basically was beating the hell out of myself for stuff you really shouldn't worry about when you bring a newborn home.<br /><br />My OB and I switched my antidepressant, and now I'm speaking with someone to help with the crazy talk in my head. I'm seeing someone for the fact that I don't want to be on antidepressants forever- but need to take care of the crazy talk in my head so it doesn't come back and bite me in the rear.<br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=005.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/005.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/?action=view&current=024.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/Baby%20Nathan/024.jpg" /></a><br /><br />If you made it through all this jumble...good for you!! *You get a gold star!<br /><br />I'm going to make more of an effort to continue this blog for purposes of my sanity!<br /><br />*<em>I'll get back to you on that star ;)</em>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-72098051961906501252009-05-06T11:12:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:29:38.587-07:00It's been waaay toooo long!!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Yes, it has. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Sorry I've been gone, but that whole 'life' thing kinda got in the way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well, how about a update on everyone...just to make sure that I haven't lost or misplaced any of them! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Carl</strong>: (<em>hubby</em>) Is good. Job is going alright, if working more hours for less pay is alright. (<em>yes, that's sarcasim</em>.) His boss is super nice, but the whole situation just sucks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> He has his next MMA fight this friday. *<em>eeek</em>* I know, the nerves are kicking in. Anyone have an extra xanax they would care to spare?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Owen</strong>: He finishes school on June 4th. (<em>oh, lordy...I pray for patience</em>) He started baseball, and is quite the ham! He is the smallest one on the team (<em>once again</em>), but he's quite the powerhouse! I asked him to stop growing...yeah, he told me he can't. (<em>kid's too smart sometimes!)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Cole:</strong> Is a hysterical little crazy man. No, really. He's funny as hell, but insanely crazy. He loves hitting on the ladies (<em>who can't say no to that cute little mug?!</em>), jumping off of things pretending he's 'spidey man'. Oh, yeah...we're going to be venturing into potty training land here soon. Oh, joy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Me:</strong> Yeah, I'm here. Barely. Work is sucking major monkey balls like normal. I actually completed course one of a cake decorating class at Joann Fabrics (<em>oh, yeah...I'm a wannabe Martha</em>). I start school on June first. I'm scared shitless. Yes and no, really. I'm scared that I'm going to screw it up again (<em>like I did 10 years ago, holy shit! did I really just say 10 YEARS AGO?!?!)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">My grandma's not doing so hot. She lives in Oklahoma, so my mom's going down this saturday. I'm afraid that this will be the last mother's day she'll be here. My mom's already so upset, and I almost don't want her to take this trip. I'm afraid that it will break her. *<em>sigh</em>*</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So that's the update. Sorry that I haven't been around, I really haven't been motivated to do much lately. I'm going to try and do atleast one post a week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Thank you all <em>(*cough* Jaci)</em> for checking on me! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">*and I'll stay away from the light!</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-36519311223140688082009-03-20T11:24:00.000-07:002009-03-20T11:40:10.373-07:00Optimism<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><a href="http://therfamilydiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/optimism-pay-lets-get-linky-with-it.html">Tiffany </a>is having a fun time with Mr. Linky today. Optimism pays she says. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Optimism does pay. It puts a positive spin on about anything. Being optimistic also helps you stay a bit healthier. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">When I was younger (before kids basically) I just flew by the seat of my pants. I was selfish, negative, energetic, crazy, and basically didn't give a shit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Then I got pregnant with Owen.</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=003-5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/003-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">My life changed. I had to grow up. With having children, you need to be optimistic. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Hoping for the best, hoping that you'll raise this tiny baby to be somewhat human. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Hoping to make it through the night with a screaming little guy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Hoping he'll do alright when he goes to school.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Then hoping he'll be a good big brother.</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=006-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/006-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Hoping they'll get along.</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=020.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Optimism in my little world is thinking today will be a good day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Owen will have a good day at school.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cole will have a good day with me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Carl will have a great day at work.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Optimism is needed everyday. You need to wake up thankful that your kids have working lungs to wake you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm thankful for my family and optimistic that we'll all turn out wonderful. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(I don't know how much more wonderful I can become, but you get the idea)</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-21021516497463830612009-03-02T17:17:00.002-08:002009-03-02T17:32:30.426-08:00Dear Clueless Stupid Woman,<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> You excused yourself as you carelessly crossed my path as I'm trying to put my kiddie cart back into the 'cart corral'. That's fine. Until I see that <em>you</em> were the one parked right beside me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> You parked on my passenger side, <strong>12 inches</strong> from my passenger side. Now you may not see what the problem is. You had plenty of room to exit and re-enter your car with no problem. Now for me, there's a huge problem. When you park that close to one's car, you leave very little room for a MOTHER to put her CHILD in their car seat. Now I could've <em>barely</em> squeezed my size 14 rear end through that open space.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> Oh, how I cursed you under my breath as I climbed through the driver side back door and across the middle seat. Then to maneuver a 2 year old boy into his car seat, I was definitely heated.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> So as I noticed that you were the stupid woman who parked so close to my car, I thanked you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> My exact words were "Thank you for parking so close, because I didn't have enough room to get my child in his seat". I believe your response was "Whatever".</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> Really? 'Whatever'? You look to be 26, maybe 27 years old. Dressed in your lovely dress pants, high heals, makeup perfect, and that's the best you could come up with?! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> I hope that you realize that I truly didn't mean it when I proceeded to tell you that I hope your car got hit today. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to hurt you. Just enough to let you know that karma's a bitch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> And now I believe karma's going to come and bite me right in my ass.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Stupid woman.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-27511445267062245012009-02-27T08:25:00.000-08:002009-02-27T08:35:24.212-08:00You Can Call Me Satan.<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Yes. I'm <span style="color:#cc0000;">Satan</span>.</span><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/satan" target="_blank"><img src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn240/gar_monster/satan.jpg" border="0" alt="Satan Pictures, Images and Photos" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">At least</span> I feel like Satan. <br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I woke up feeling completely and totally <strong>EVIL</strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">No, it's not that <em>time</em>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I think it's a mixture of trying to run a household, raise to boys, work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">full time</span>, and then figure out how I'm going to throw school into the mix.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Yup. I'm a bit worn out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I feel awful when I feel like this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I yelled at the boys this morning a bazillion times (hubby had to work EARLY so I had them all to myself).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Now I have Aladdin on for Cole so I can have some 'me' time on the computer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I bit Carl's head of a few dozen times this morning before he left. Then cursed his name when I found out he did NOTHING last night while I was at work. The load of laundry I put in the wash, still there this morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">*<em>sigh</em>*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">He helps quite a bit around the house, but not when I need it the most. Know what I mean? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I'll be better tomorrow. This is how I am when there's no freaking sunshine in Ohio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I need me some freaking sunshine.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Have a nice day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Yes, I'm still Satan.<br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-37612071694383773552009-02-20T12:41:00.000-08:002009-02-20T20:51:56.301-08:00Look Ma'!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Look what I've taught myself how to make!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=009-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/009-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=008.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=007-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/007-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Oh, yeah</em>. Just call me Betty. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This was one of the easiest little desserts to make!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In the February issue of Woman's Day (easy...my mom gave it to me...) they had a fantastic recipe on the front.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Petits</span> fours:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Cut frozen pound cake into 1-inch cubes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Spoon canned frosting into a bowl (<em>stick with regular icing- not whipped</em>), tint with gel food coloring as desired. Microwave frosting 10-15 seconds (<em>I did 20</em>) until it's the consistency of heavy cream.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">(<em>you may have to re-heat the icing several times throughout the icing process</em>)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">With a fork, dip each cube into frosting to coat. Let drip into bowl, tap fork to remove excess. (<em>make sure the cube is coated all around</em>)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">With a dull knife, slide frosted cake onto foil lined baking sheet. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">If using sprinkles, decorate immediately so they'll stick.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Using tube of decorating icing, pipe message on others.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I placed them in mini-cup cake paper holders. They stored great in the fridge. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They were definitely pretty tasty!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-80161874596992495302009-02-16T17:10:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:41:11.567-08:00Slacker<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Yup, that's me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I'm a slacker.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">We've had a bit of a stress the past couple weeks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Here's a recap:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 3rd</strong>- Carl has a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dr</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">appt</span>. They've scheduled a MRI for Feb 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>. (explain later)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span></strong>- Found out Carl may not have a job due to some stupid shit he did when he was 19 and 20 years of age. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span></strong>- I had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dr</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">appt</span>, found out I wasn't dying of cancer. (<em>I'm a bit dramatic, but there were questions!</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span></strong> (also)- found out that they over looked my wiener husband's misdemeanors. Has a job! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Yay</span>!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span></strong>- Carl's MRI. Don't get results yet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span></strong>- Get results. No aneurysms, blockage, or clots. (MRI on head and up chest). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Yay</span>! Not dying!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span></strong>- Owen hit a little girl at school. No I'm <strong><em>NOT</em></strong> kidding. He took it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">upon</span> himself to smack her in the face because she was talking in gym class. Oh, how the shit-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ith</span> hit-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ith</span> the fan-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">ith</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">th</span></strong>- Spawn of Satan...oops, Owen was aloud to partake in Valentines merriment. Had a good day, thanking his stars!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">th</span> (VD!)-</strong> Got called into work 2 hours before scheduled time. Got my ass handed to me in a pretty basket, yes, with a nice red bow. We were on a wait from 3:30 until 9pm. (<em>I work in a restaurant, if you haven't guessed yet</em>) O-ray-of-sunshine management wasn't going to send the people who came in early for them, home early. (<em>oh, the foul words ran like little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">jackolopes</span> in my head</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Feb 16<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">th</span></strong>- Went to a friends house for playtime. Had a great time. Went home realizing there is <strong><em>NOTHING</em></strong> to eat in my house. Glad to know that we've been out of milk for 2 days, and hubby didn't bother to right it down!! (<em>there's those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">jackolopes</span> again</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">*sigh*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">We've had our good with our bad these past couple days/weeks. Positive thinking people, positive thinking.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">So, how was your VD? Everyone loves a good VD! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">(<em>snickering like a 12yr old little boy</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em>*edited to mention the fact that both boys were sick through the beginning of this fun stuff. Owen had Fifth's Disease, Cole had pink eye- then Fifth's disease. Good times! </em></span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-86433684894362244342009-02-09T06:11:00.000-08:002009-02-09T06:25:08.728-08:00Lil' Livingroom Parade<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">We had a little parade going on in our living room for <a href="http://half12.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-fiona-whitt-memorial-fund.html">Tuesday Whitt</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">We enjoyed spending time and having fun in memory of Tuesday. I don't think my boys quite knew what was going on, but they had fun doing a parade with the toys!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=003-4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/003-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=004-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/004-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">They had to wear their hats of course, since it was a special occasion! (We were going to go for a walk, but colds and cold weather didn't permit)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Then we had a picnic! Our smiley-face taters were definitely tanned well! lol..</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=005-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/005-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=007-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/007-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/?action=view&current=008-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/boys/008-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">They definitely enjoyed their dinosaur chicky and smiley fries.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">It felt good to know that others all around were praying and having their own special time for Tuesday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I pray the Whitt family is graced with peace and loving family to get through this time.</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-49120200880181801042009-02-05T11:17:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:33:58.823-08:00Wagie Rides and Paper Hearts<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SYs8ZvinPzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qTB3-cfXAuM/s1600-h/WagieRideforTuesdayAButterfont-125b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299395799487561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SYs8ZvinPzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qTB3-cfXAuM/s320/WagieRideforTuesdayAButterfont-125b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">On Saturday, February 7th at 11:00 a.m., the Whitt Family is holding a celebration in Parker, Colorado. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">They're having a wagon and bike parade to honor Tuesday with one of her favorite things to do - "wagie rides."</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We all can't be there physically, but we can be there in spirit.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">See this little button..</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Grab it. Post it. Spread it.And on Saturday, have a little wagon ride yourself. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">No wagon - go for a bike ride. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Too much rain - jump in a puddle.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Too much snow - pull a sled.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Heck, throw the pooches in the back of a pickup and take a slow drive.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Whatever you do - as one person, as a couple, as a family, as a group of friends - take a picture and post it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Then come back </span><a href="http://eminpursuit.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> or to </span><a href="http://momswithoutblogs.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lee</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> on Monday, February 9th, and add your link to Mr. Linky.The goal is to create a virtual parade for Tuesday, to show her family and friends how her brief life touched so many. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">To offer support in their time of need. And to maybe bring a smile.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We hope we did not over step our bounds in this effort.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">It is heartfelt, and it is pure. We both felt the need to do something, anything to help these hurting hearts.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We hope this does in one small way.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Now grab that button and spread the word!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">(<em>I got this from </em></span><a href="http://eminpursuit.blogspot.com/2009/02/tt-power-of-many-pulling-as-one.html"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Eudea Mamia at Life, Liberty, and the Pursu</em>it</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SYs8t06I0pI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NhrPsabLJHg/s1600-h/00tuesday.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396144525791890" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SYs8t06I0pI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NhrPsabLJHg/s320/00tuesday.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><a href="http://proudtobecheap.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tamara over at Mad Boastings of a Cheapskate Mom</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> is doing a wonderful thing for Tuesday also. Please go over and send some words of encouragement, love, peace, something heartfelt that she can send to the Whitt family in this time loss.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">God bless that family. How my heart hurts for them.</span></div></div>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-35443156828698000692009-02-02T15:15:00.000-08:002009-02-02T15:29:53.187-08:00So, What Do You Think About Pink?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">The<span style="color:#ff6666;"> color,</span> not the artist.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pink" target="_blank"><img src="http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq351/cjo582/untitled-1.png" border="0" alt="PINK Pictures, Images and Photos" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I dyed my hair<span style="color:#ff6666;"> pink.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Not like this...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pink" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv209/nikoleta_981/555834o.jpg" border="0" alt="pink Pictures, Images and Photos" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Here's some before...(now I just got off work, so don't mind the goofyness)</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=009.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=011.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=012.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">And the after...(now, don't mind the none-makeup...yeah, I'm a slacker)</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=017.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=014.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=019.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=021.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I've always wanted to do something fun like this, so I did it! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">My hubby HATES it with a passion! It's been 3 days and he's still not talking to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Seriously. He's picking a fight over hair dye.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">He'll get over it, he'll have to!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">I'll get it toned down in a couple weeks and then slowly fade it out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Whatever! I love it!</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-87015397238524386192009-01-30T06:48:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:53:15.420-08:00Pray for Tuesday<a href="http://www.half12.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k224/debi90/TuesdayPrayerButton3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">This little angel was brought to my attention from </span><a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">The Secrets In The Sauce</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Visit </span><a href="http://half12.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Tuesday</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">, and please pray.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I couldn't imagine. My heart is breaking.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A two-year old with stage 4 cancer. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Please pray.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Pray.</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-49109654311423302762009-01-28T08:32:00.000-08:002009-01-28T10:06:19.490-08:00Award!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SX9iX7FzCpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CXupReCWfUQ/s1600-h/ProximityAward.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296059849949514386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SX9iX7FzCpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CXupReCWfUQ/s320/ProximityAward.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Proximidade is described as follows:'This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes for self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Please give more attention to these writers!'This blog award should be sent to your favorite eight bloggers and they, in turn should forward to eight of their favorites. You should include the text for Proximidade (above) in your announcement blog.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was given this award by Noah's mommy at <a href="http://projectmommyhood.blogspot.com/">Project Mommyhood</a>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm supposed to send this to my favorite 8 bloggers. Well the last time I sent out an award, nobody came to claim theirs. :(</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So I'm going to thank Noah's mommy, very gratefully, but I'm not going to nominate anyone. My favorites are right over there in my blog roll. Please for give me for now following directions! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(you know you're going to love me anyways! *kisses*)</div>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-28354820762305511572009-01-27T08:35:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:28:05.293-08:00I've Come Back, My Love....<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">It's so wonderful to get back into reading.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Until this past year, I hadn't read a book since before Owen was born.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">(he was born in 2002, yeah, that's sad)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I used to be the type to sit down and finish a book within a day, if not hours.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I LOVED to read. I loved to get lost within anothers' story.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">*sigh*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Well, I've come back to my love.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I, of course, got drawn in to the <a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/">Twilight love </a>(obsession).</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/?action=view&current=books.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/books.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I was planning on re-reading the series, but have decided to wait until the next movie comes out.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">That being said, my sister had a book for me to read. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Alice-Melody-Carlson/dp/1578567734">Finding Alice</a>.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/?action=view&current=finding_alice_small.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/finding_alice_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I really enjoyed this book. </span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I'll spare any spoilers, but if you've read it, feel free to email me! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Now, on to my next reading selection....</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Confessions-Slacker-Wife-Muffy-Mead-Ferro/dp/0738210161/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1231828379&sr=8-1">Confessions of a Slacker Wife by Muffy Mead-Furro</a>.</span></p><p><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/?action=view&current=41RQGTSZQ9L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/41RQGTSZQ9L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I heard about this book from Dysfunctional Mom over at <a href="http://luvmydoxies.blogspot.com/">Putting the Fun in Dysfunctial</a>. </span></p><p></p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">She seemed to get a kick out of it, so I figured I try it out! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I'm about half way through and I'm really liking it. She makes me feel so much better about not being a Super-Wife (or Mrs.Incredible for that fact).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">It's so nice to get wrapped up in a book and let the stress melt away. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Cheesy, I know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">But, in my world lately, I need to be able run away without actually doing it!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-65457922708868393142009-01-21T08:49:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:55:22.463-08:00Serious Snow<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">A couple weeks ago, we had a some huge snowfall. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">(this was before we got the negative degree weather....wonderful, I know)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Felt like showing off the pictures of the boys out playing!</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=004-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/004-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=001-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/001-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=005-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/005-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=011-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/011-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=012-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/012-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=014-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/014-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a> <a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=015-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/015-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And this was the wee-gremlin and the fit he threw when he came in...</span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/?action=view&current=016-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/christmas%202008/016-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Yup, those are my boys!</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-52583639001501528152009-01-16T09:12:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:18:39.800-08:00The Year of Change<span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah, well I didn't win my purse. :(</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But hubby did find a new job. He has been hunting for about 10 months.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He's been miserable where he was at.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He got hired in this past week, and starts training on monday.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(think old boss was happy to get rid of him quickly)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now the negative part.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We have to take a three dollar paycut. (the old boss was going to make him take a five dollar paycut)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There is commission and benefits, so that will be great.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm supposed to starts school in the summer semester.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This should definitely be an interesting year.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hubby new job, less money, my miserable job, school, and one more item that I pray works out. It's got me kinda down today, and I'd love to share....but right now, I just can't.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Everything works out, one way or another. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-14159225695174692492009-01-13T09:28:00.000-08:002009-01-13T09:36:56.976-08:00Girly Giveaway!!<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Yay! Another Giveaway that I *must* have!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">(no really, I'm in dire need of a new purse!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Aubrey over at <a href="http://aubsfamfive.blogspot.com/">The Fam Five</a> is having a Girly Giveaway!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">What is she giving away, you ask? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">A purse made by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5426784">Hannah M. Shaw</a> in my favorite color!!! GREEN!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=000_0026.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/000_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">It's adorable!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">It also includes this fun stuff!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=000_0027.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/000_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br />*<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">2.5 fl. oz. Beauty Rush Hand Cream in Juiced Berry<br />*Very Sexy Nail Laquer in Nibble. It is a very pretty natural pink color and very neutral.<br />*Very Sexy Limited Edition Crystal Lip Glimmer in Lick. This is light pinkish in color. Will give your lips just a hint of color.<br />*"Hello Sexy" Nail File.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Oh, yeah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">That's what I'm talking about.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">The contest ends tonight!! *gasp*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">She'll choose the winner by the random number thingy and let us know!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Quick, run! Run like the wind!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-40556028150198696042009-01-12T16:48:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:21:45.452-08:00Oh, My New Love...<span style="font-size:130%;">My poor husband. He thinks I'm cheating on him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sad thing is that I am. *hangs head in shame*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But see, you don't understand. This *other* is beautiful.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">New.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Fresh.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Picks up after itself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Scares the children (sadly, my favorite part).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's my new vacuum. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Remember when I first posted about my wanted new love (<a href="http://karolkramer.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-lovey-this-long-time.html">here</a>)?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well then remember when I won (<a href="http://karolkramer.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-freaking-cow.html">here</a>)?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well my beautiful new love arrived the week before Christmas.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh, it's so wonderful. We dance around the house, cleaning the floor as we go. (scaring the wee one...quite entertaining actually)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">*sigh* Here's some wonderful new pictures...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(Please don't mind my new love, we had just finished dancing throughout the living room once the Christmas decorations were put away)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/001.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=002.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=003.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/003.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=004.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/?action=view&current=002-1.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/k_kramer/mine/002-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Oh, my wonderful ladies at <a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/">The Secret's In The Sauce</a>, I thank you so.</span><br /><a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i515.photobucket.com/albums/t357/sitsgirls/SS_150x150_button.png" source="blank" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">*Sigh*</span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-66586632569997267312009-01-09T08:02:00.000-08:002009-01-09T08:30:00.251-08:00Excuse Me, It's My Uterus!<span style="font-family:courier new;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/uterus" target="_blank"><img alt="UTERUS Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a399/eurotic/shirt_castic_uterus_pre.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Yeah. This is an interesting topic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I have a couple that like to come into the restaurant once in awhile. They tend to stay 2-3 hours and chat. Which is fine by me! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I love the woman. She's awesome. She's sarcastic and a smartass (like someone else you may know!) Now the guy. He's alright. He's nice and funny, but seems to believe he's in the Irish 'mob' in our area. (yeah, I know *eye roll*)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">On to the uterus.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">We were having a discussion about our kids. (<em>They both have one kid each from previous relationships, but neither of them live with them.</em>) We were talking about my lovely little monkeys when he asked me if we were planning on having anymore.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I said yes. We would love to have more!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Holy Hell. He stepped up apon his soap box and proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't have anymore kids. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong>BECAUSE:</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">1. The economy is terrible, and our jobs aren't stable enough to support another child. (<em>yeah, I know</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">2. Why would you want to bring another child into this shithole (his words) of a planet. There's not a good enough chance that your child would be able to cure cancer or anything else great. (<em>no, I haven't hit him yet, even though I'm visualizing it.</em>.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">3. How are you going to go back to school when you have a baby at home with two other children. (<em>seriously..don't think that's a problem you should be worrying about!</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">4. Do you think it's fair to keep having kids when other couples can't even have one? (<em>now this struck a nerve with me. I know quite a few friends who have fertility issues, and I feel terrible for them. Now he's starting to make me feel guilty for wanting to have more children</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Now through this whole preaching, he really wasn't being mean, but I wanted to knock him through the wall. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Where do you get the kahoena's to do that?! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I ended up telling him, then and there, that this was a decision that my HUSBAND AND I would be making. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Not even 5 minutes later when I was out of the bar, he walked by me. Making the comment 'I really don't think you should have anymore kids, this world is just a terrible place'.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">My comment back:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">"Well, the last time I checked, it's my uterus, not yours."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">WTF?! Seriusly. People will never cease to amaze me.</span> </span>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-75334146673434588242008-12-31T18:07:00.001-08:002008-12-31T18:10:22.133-08:002009This holiday season is coming to an end.<br /><br />Exactly at 12am.<br /><br />Wanted to wish everyone a happy and healthy New Year!<br /><br />Love you all and be safe!!<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/new%20year%20or%20happy%20new%20year" target="_blank"><img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/camillerainie/HappyNewYear.jpg" border="0" alt="Happy New Year Pictures, Images and Photos" /></a>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-34360208935252202922008-12-26T11:38:00.000-08:002008-12-26T11:57:52.862-08:00MHR #13<div align="left"><strong>To My Love</strong></div><div align="left"><em>by Carl Kramer</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left">So cold and dark, so empty and alone,</div><div align="left">never knowing what real love was.</div><div align="left">So fragile and closed, so hateful and cruel,</div><div align="left">never to open my heart to anyone.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">And then there was you.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So scared, so new,not knowing what was to come.</div><div align="left">I gave you what little I had left.</div><div align="left">Hoping that you would want me the way I am.</div><div align="left">Timid and frightened, wanting to love again.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">And then there was you.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">A little relief from the beating that my heart took, trying to remember what it was like.</div><div align="left">You showed me that it was real and true. </div><div align="left">Your touch so gentle, you saw right through. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">All the pain and distrust disappeared that day the love consumed me.</div><div align="left">Felt so perfect, so right.</div><div align="left">Still hesitant to let anyone see who I really was.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">And then there was you.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Believing in me, trusting me, loving me unconditionally.</div><div align="left">Letting go of all the fear, anger, and regret.</div><div align="left">Knowing that it's ok just to be who I am.</div><div align="left">Crying, laughing, talking, sharing emotions that I tried to hide for so long.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">All because there was you.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>This was written by my husband. He really is a great man. We've been through so much, but each day we get stronger.</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-61940457292224889042008-12-23T05:00:00.000-08:002008-12-23T05:12:03.152-08:00MIA<div>I appologize that I haven't updated in a very long time!! (well, about a week)<br /><br />*yeah, like I have a cult following or something.<br /><br />We've been very VERY busy over here!<br /><br />Christmas shopping, wrapping, baking, WORK (*hurl*).<br /><br />It's sad. I honestly have not been enjoying this Christmas season at all.<br /><br />Hell, oh- I mean work, has been stressing me out.<br /><br />Then nothing's done around the house due to working.<br /><br />Then it's an ongoing trainwreck from there.<br /><br /><br />*done complaining* (for the time being)<br /><br />Sunday was my last day at work until Friday!!! YAY! I'm starting to relax a bit and trying to enjoy the Season.<br /><br />We're having Hubby's family over for dinner tonight, then fun Christmas festivities from then on!<br /><br />I really hope that, with whatever holiday you celebrate, that you have a wonderful Christmas and an awesome New Year!<br /><br />You bloggy friends truely are wonderful!<br /><br />Love you! <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SVDjHVQ6OrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ngegFYZT2F8/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282972078012250802" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SVDjHVQ6OrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ngegFYZT2F8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-9453882707724116202008-12-12T07:41:00.001-08:002008-12-15T09:49:26.160-08:00Christmas*Twas the month before Christmas*<br /><br />*When all through our land,*<br /><br />*Not a Christian was praying*<br /><br />*Nor taking a stand.*<br /><br />*See the PC Police had taken away,*<br /><br />*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*<br /><br />*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*<br /><br />*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*<br /><br />*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say*<br /><br />* December 25th is just a 'Holiday'.*<br /><br />*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*<br /><br />*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*<br /><br />*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*<br /><br />*Something was changing, something quite odd! *<br /><br />*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*<br /><br />*In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.*<br /><br />*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*<br /><br />* At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.*<br /><br />*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears*<br /><br />*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.*<br /><br />*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty*<br /><br />*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*<br /><br />*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*<br /><br />*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton!*<br /><br />*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*<br /><br />*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*<br /><br />*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*<br /><br />* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*<br /><br />*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*<br /><br />*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*<br /><br />*So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'*<br /><br />*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*<br /><br />*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*<br /><br />*Shout <strong>MERRY CHRISTMAS</strong> ,<br /><br />not Happy Holiday!*<br /><br />Please, all Christians join together and<br /><br />wish everyone you meet<br /><br /><strong>MERRY CHRISTMAS</strong><br /><br />Christ is "The Reason" for the Christ-mas Season!<br /><br /><br /><em>This was definitely a post close to my heart. My work has us answer the phone saying 'Happy Holidays'. We're not aloud to say 'Merry Christmas' because we might offend someone. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Yeah, I don't follow directions very well! ;)</em>Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970560319952740168.post-50632200488710574482008-12-12T06:45:00.000-08:002008-12-12T06:59:24.897-08:00Mine! Mine! Mine!<div>Yes, I'm yelling like a bratty little kid fighting over a stupid toy.<br /><br />Only thing is, that it's not a stupid toy.<br /><br />It's pretty!<br /><br />It matches! (*gasp* matches? I don't comprehend...)<br /><br />It's a FIESTA!!! *oh yeah* Doing a little *shakey*shakey* dance <br /></div><div></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SUJ5oZ00WZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ReRiC35sOEY/s1600-h/Fiestaware.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278915448265791890" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SUJ5oZ00WZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ReRiC35sOEY/s320/Fiestaware.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQukxJqEhHc/SUJ5oZ00WZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ReRiC35sOEY/s1600-h/Fiestaware.jpg"></a> </div><br /><br />One of my favorite crazy women is have a freaking AWESOME giveaway! <br /><br />Who is this wonderful crazy woman, you ask?<br /><br />It's only Jaci over at<a href="http://ravingsofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/"> Ravings of a Mad Housewife!</a><br /><br />Go <a href="http://ravingsofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-fiesta-giveaway.html">HERE</a> to enter for the matching dishes!! <br /><br />It's truely sad that I don't have a matching dinner set! :( <br /><br />Head on over and tell Jaci I said 'Helllloooooo!' (Mrs. Doubtfire, anyone?)Karolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738733972179279118noreply@blogger.com4