<?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-4645165625244608107</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:25:47.192-07:00</updated><category term='Breast Cancer'/><category term='National Breast Cancer Awareness Month'/><title type='text'>Daytime Drama</title><subtitle type='html'>DAYTIME SOAP WITHOUT THE EMMY'S FROM MY HOME TO YOURS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-6621432101294389935</id><published>2009-05-14T21:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:18:58.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasso at 4...</title><content type='html'>So Jayden and I sat down this evening and she asked if I could help her draw her letters and maybe a picture or two lol!! So we started! She asked me to draw a house, a pond, some ducks and a swing set! So I did, 1 house, 1 pond, like 5 ducks and 3 swings! Yay! I'm done, right? Nope! So then she asked me to draw a few makeup products, lip gloss, powder, mascara, body spray, etc. Ok, now I am done, yay! Bedtime, Nope! So after and hour, 20 different makeup accessories, flip flops and her and her friend Summer later lol, we came up with this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335896583047927554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/Sgzpq-bK1wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TlOXn-08KfA/s320/422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335896243579171570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SgzpXNzgsvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mVnbuKW8ko0/s320/423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you notice all of the different containers of lip gloss and if you look real close you can see about 20 pairs of fake eyelashes under the duck pond lol. And I just love the 3 little Medussa girls in high heels lol. She really is an artist and loves it when Mommy draws with her!! LOL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't that just cute!!! So here are a few pictures with my mini Picasso tonight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby-zilla looks a little loopy, and my little artist is just cheesing like always!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335898860979904674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SgzrvkYeYKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uJiSipZkiEk/s320/416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picasso holding Baby-zilla lol!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335898867037683202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/Sgzrv68wvgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CmsCNGaHRTI/s320/415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Picasso's mini sculpture before Baby-zilla crushed it lol!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335898869018700450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SgzrwCVEqqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XUpR6xYQkhY/s320/411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-6621432101294389935?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6621432101294389935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=6621432101294389935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6621432101294389935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6621432101294389935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/picasso-at-4.html' title='Picasso at 4...'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/Sgzpq-bK1wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TlOXn-08KfA/s72-c/422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-3654886275335878909</id><published>2009-04-23T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:55:17.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Venture</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So I have recently decided to put my intrests and desires to good use and see if I can make some sort of side career out of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have 2 little princesses and find myself all the time shopping to mix match and create cute outfits with accessories for my Posh tot and tiny Diva to flaunt, where ever they may be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jayden and I play dress up all the time and one of her favorite things in the world....accessories, so I figure why not? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I have been brain storming for weeks now and I would like to look into starting my own web and home based kiddie boutique. I want my own mom owned business!!! Even if it doesn't turn into some extravagant lifetime career, I think the only way to find out is to dive in and get my feet wet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if any other moms out there that have a mom owned business and could shoot through and give me a few ideas on how to get it up and running, I really need it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that atleast one person who knows someone that knows someone, reads this post and says something lol!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-3654886275335878909?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3654886275335878909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=3654886275335878909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3654886275335878909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3654886275335878909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/business-venture.html' title='Business Venture'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-485948583265507856</id><published>2009-03-31T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:14:22.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>OK! So I haven't posted in a while, well a long while, mostly because my grandmother lived with me for months and occupied my computer 90% of the day and the rest of the time, I found it to be more fun playing with and enjoying my little ones! Especially the newby, because new ones are always fun lol they can't talk back, they just smile all day!! So I figured I would just update with some pics of my girlies!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayden....She has the curliest hair ever and we went a couple of weeks ago and got her hair straightened and she was in love because her hair was straight like mommy's lol!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKsUanEtuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EVkqML3LCsY/s1600-h/Hedessah+and+Me+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503576618546914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKsUanEtuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EVkqML3LCsY/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Look at my sweet girl and all of her Dorito glory around her mouth lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503565620685154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKsTxo-qWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XzmYApnAMNU/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....I really just don't know!! LOL!! At least she has NO cavities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503568637720658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKsT84S-FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3WpJrTuC4l4/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden was playing Ninja, but she put the tie over her eyes and her Karate Chop was a little off lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503555585381602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKsTMQYFOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6c8kWS7sRWQ/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Averi has the same expression ALWAYS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319508189742827458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKwg71nB8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/f8a2sX09AOg/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least her cute butt smiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319508194089936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKwhMCCpuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gPqIOkS0R6E/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my absolute favorite picture ever!! She was sleeping with her teddy! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319508192922844866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKwhHryPsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZR5S2Nmo55o/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really don't know I think there may have been some bubbles flying or spit up!! Oh well it is still cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319508195513595602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKwhRVd9tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhZWw_jGrXc/s320/Hedessah+and+Me+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-485948583265507856?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/485948583265507856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=485948583265507856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/485948583265507856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/485948583265507856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SdKsUanEtuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EVkqML3LCsY/s72-c/Hedessah+and+Me+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-7414204371260934806</id><published>2009-01-15T09:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:10:04.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Sick Kids,1 Crazy Momma and Not a Caveman Club in Sight</title><content type='html'>So both my baby girls are sick today. Little Miss Jayden was the 1st one sick coughing and runny nose and with her persistant kissing on her baby sister, also got little Averi sick too. I tell you I begged that child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE, Jayden stay out of your sister's face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But MOMMY I love her to much and I just have to kiss her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all that little love has caused a coughing, sneezing, runny nosed 3 month old, to my suprise, isn't crying or irritated, but rather very smiley. Jayden on the other hand has done nothing but whine and cry and be a yucky little girl. She even went as far as to cry about the neighbors lol, what you may ask?? Well I went outside earlier this morning and the neighbors were leaving, Jayden thought it was her MiMi (my mother) after I told her that was the neighbors because MiMi is still in Mexico, she cried because I wasn't sharing with her lol, so out of pure evilness, I shouted "Jayden, I am not going to share the neighbors with you" well Little Miss Diva proceeded to tell me that she was going to break all my glass and move out. Ok ok lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jayden "If you are 100% brave enough to break my glass then go ahead" She went into my room and dropped her train picture frame onto a pillow lol. Well I told her that that particular item was hers so HAHA!! She then began to scream at me at the top of her lungs, so she got a spanking (Yes I do believe in a fair ASS Whooping lol) and was then sent to her room, where she cried and cried and cried!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Averi cried&lt;br /&gt;Jayden cried&lt;br /&gt;Averi's nose is running&lt;br /&gt;Jayden's nose is running&lt;br /&gt;Averi CRIES&lt;br /&gt;Jayden CRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can not for the life of my find the caveman club to smack myself in the head and drag myself into the other room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-7414204371260934806?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7414204371260934806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=7414204371260934806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/7414204371260934806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/7414204371260934806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-sick-kids1-crazy-momma-and-not.html' title='2 Sick Kids,1 Crazy Momma and Not a Caveman Club in Sight'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-5006845430647533124</id><published>2009-01-13T22:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:56:15.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd Head Emgered</title><content type='html'>Over stressed, over worked, sleep deprived, neglected, unloved Chelsie appeared today! Usually I am the level headed laughing at Jayden and making Averi giggle type of Mommy, but today my third head appeared. Yes there are three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in the middle, the one that everyone can see is the calm level headed mommy, the second the one that only I can usually see is the dreamy one, the one that pretends she is always somewhere else doing something great with her time, like drinking Pina Colada's on a beach while some hot little waiter boy rubs my shoulders in a loin cloth, and the third is the stressed, crying, screaming, angry one, the one that made her appearance today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I yelled at Jayden today in a pretty terrifying manner, that made her cry and ask if "I still loved her and wanted her to be my baby" I felt horrible!! I later apologized and hugged her tight and as she wrapped her little arms around my neck and twirled my hair through her little fingers I remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what it was like when it was just her, when there was nothing else in this world that could make me smile but her! I remembered when it was only her that I had to take care of and it was just her that I spent all of my hours with never wanting to do anything else but hold and kiss her and blow air farts on her little belly! It was just her!! I remembered how much she loved me and how no matter what she does or I do that she will always be my little girl and I her mother!! I remembered and I loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about how silly she is! Last night she spent the night with her Nana and I called to tell her goodnight and give her phone kisses, but instead she decided that this is what our conversation was going to be about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing booger, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watching Wubbzy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Averi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I talk to her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No baby she is sleeping, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I hear her sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No baby she isnt loud enough, I love you Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok mommy bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wait shhhh I gotta secret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down by the lake, where the watermelons grow, I took myself and this is what I know, Have you ever seen a turtle wearing a pink girdle? Haha mommy wouldnt that be funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are so silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, I love you too mommy kiss and hug mmm....BYE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat here thinking and those are the moments that I tend to forget throughout the day, when she does something and my third head emerges, and now I have made a vow that when the Bitchy 3rd head begins to emerge I will remember! I will just remember!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-5006845430647533124?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5006845430647533124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=5006845430647533124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5006845430647533124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5006845430647533124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-head-emgered.html' title='The 3rd Head Emgered'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-84748936018462877</id><published>2009-01-13T11:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:54:11.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>So I have neglected my blog for a while and I guess it is time to get back on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so as I sit here today and realize once again for the 26 millionth time my life sucks! Yes it is true I have two of the most beautiful little girls in the world, they are the only things in my life that make it exciting! Whether it is little Averi's cute smile and tiny giggle or Jayden's off the wall comments and pretend stories, but other than that there is absolutely no other excitment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard's whole life consists of sitting on the couch, working in the mornings, eating, sleeping, shitting, and making me feel neglected! WOW! He never wants to do anything, he never wants to hang out or have fun because fun would mean that he would have to leave the couch, fun would mean he would have to spend time with me, fun would mean he wouldnt be able to sleep all day as he pleased!! It just pisses me off that he can go out with his buddies and hang out and have fun! That fun pulls him away from the couch, his children and me, but he is NEVER to tired to do that! No matter what time of night it is, if one of his buddies called and needed something or wanted him to hang out, he would almost break his neck to get up and go!! WHY??? I mean seriously Averi is 3 months old and we have only been out and hung out together one time since I was 4 months pregnant!! And if you didn't know lets count I was 16 weeks pregnant, Averi was born when I was 39 weeks pregnant and it has been 12 weeks since she was born so simple math shows that in 35 weeks an almost entire pregnancy he has spent one evening hanging out with just me and it was last Thursday and it was from 8:30pm until 10:30pm!! I just don't get it!! It pisses me off more than anything, he never wants to do anything unless it is by himself or with his friends! I am only 22 years old and I just can't see spending my time like an old woman sitting at home at this age, hell all I need is a few 100 cats before the neighborhood kids start calling me the cat lady!! If anyone has any advice, let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neglected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-84748936018462877?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/84748936018462877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=84748936018462877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/84748936018462877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/84748936018462877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-6796922987872019741</id><published>2008-12-03T00:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:20:23.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Dog</title><content type='html'>Well, my pooch ranaway today and as much as I thought he was just a doggy, I really am quite sad that he is gone, not because he was my dog, or a member of this Drama filled family, but because, he came into my life 3 days after Nadia died. Yes I know he wasn't any sort of replacement, but bringing him to me was Leonard's way of trying to make me smile and bring some sort of comfort to me after my baby went to be with Jesus. This may not make sense to most but it did make me smile, I remember laying on my grandmother's couch in tears, when at 3 o'clock in the morning Leonard came in with his hands behind his back and then before me sat a sweet tiny little black and brown striped puppy shivering and there he lay with me for days cuddling with me and Jayden and comforting me when I could not comfort myself, and I called him King. Yes Mister King has gotten out of his kennel before, but usually the neighbor calls to report his mischief in her yard, or I find him hours later sunbathing in the driveway, and once I ever had to bail him out of doggy jail, but this time he is gone, and I find myself feeling an emptiness, for some crazy reason, a heaviness has hit me. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275460152198229122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/STYzDs6A7II/AAAAAAAAAD4/zgJBKNBNRkQ/s320/DSCN2204.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/4645165625244608107-6796922987872019741?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6796922987872019741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=6796922987872019741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6796922987872019741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6796922987872019741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/runaway-dog.html' title='Runaway Dog'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/STYzDs6A7II/AAAAAAAAAD4/zgJBKNBNRkQ/s72-c/DSCN2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-1019189398184672249</id><published>2008-11-09T21:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:45:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for Courtney</title><content type='html'>Ok so I figured it has been a while since I updated so this one is for you Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Averiana or Averi as I call her most of the time, since I realized that I have yet to really call her by her real name lol, she has been wonderful! She is getting soo big! At her 2 week appointment she weighed 7lbs and 8.6oz! Big mama YAY that means she had a weight gain of 1lb and 4oz since she was 6lbs 5oz when we left the hospital!! She is staying awake a lot more now and I am telling you her little toothless smile is bright enough to melt hearts which it does mine everyday lol. She is just getting sooo big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266878820725592786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe2YeBgktI/AAAAAAAAADI/H1q_lROwNf0/s320/AV12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at those little eyes dont they just make you melt??? Love her little heart lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879973885235186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe3bl4MT_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WAqLzwfP_AY/s320/AV14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at my itty bitty's dimples!! Love them lol!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879977966867554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe3b1FVFGI/AAAAAAAAADY/OwaWHrwyXts/s320/AV15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All that cuteness just wearing her down lol! She is soo tired! And probably sick of mommy and mimi taking pictures lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways....Averi will be 1 month on the 11th, where did the time go! It is passing me by more quickly than I would like to allow! She is getting so big and I am afraid the next time I blink she will be crawling!! AWW Father Time please slow down just a bit so my babies can stay little for a bit longer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to Miss Jayden my little mini Diva lol. Jayden is very excited because her birthday is one month from today! Mini Diva will be 4 years old on December the 9th! We have her party planned for the Saturday before that which I think that day is the 6th. We are doing a hot pink Princess Party! Jayden will be getting yet another Princess costume and tiara to wear for yet another Princess party. Yes this will make the 2nd in a row lol, she really has taken this "Mommy's little Princess" thing to the extreme lol! Anyways, Courtney is making Jayden's cake as she has found her passion in baking and we figured hey try it out on the kids they are going to love cake no matter what. Kids are the best to use your trial runs on lol! And I have decided that Jayden will have her Spa day with mommy the day of her party. Although I could not find any spa around her that would do chocolate facials for my little Diva, I did find one that will be giving her a mini girl facial, a makeover and a mani and pedi. She is going to LOVE it!! I can't wait! So a few pics to update on my Diva....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882864450484178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe6D2Ept9I/AAAAAAAAADg/3lt9A6s6jt0/s320/babyboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayden and all of her Princessy Glory lol! Such a Diva with her big feather boa lol! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882865793716866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe6D7E50oI/AAAAAAAAADo/H5FCO3DDl3c/s320/momandboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got to play Diva too for just a second and then that boa was her's again lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882871604730178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe6EQuW2UI/AAAAAAAAADw/nHzuaF7ref8/s320/summerjay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jayden and her friend Summer, they played dress up for hours that day! They are silly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to other news about Jayden, lets keep our fingers crossed that Jayden gets accepted into preschool in Jan!! She can't wait! We have to go backpack shopping lol! She is sooo excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So tonight as Averi slept, Jayden and I played! Well we were wrestling a bit in the floor and I was pretending to be passed out! You know tricking her until the perfect moment to say "Rrrrarr" and scare the crap out of her! It is always funny to watch her face when I scare her! Well it didn't work out the way that I had planned! As I lay there and my little one patted me saying "mommy are you asleep" over and over, and before I got ready for my scare, she leans in and says "mommy your not really sleeping" and punches me right in the gut lol. So as I curled into fetal position after my 3 year old caught me off guard with her little fist, she sat there laughing as hard as she could! So yea I guess she knows how to get mommy to stop pretending like she is asleep lol! I will do that with one eye open from now on lol! Gotta love her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyways....Courtney that one was for you LOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to bed I am dead tired!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea.......YAY OBAMA!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-1019189398184672249?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1019189398184672249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=1019189398184672249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/1019189398184672249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/1019189398184672249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-one-is-for-courtney.html' title='This one is for Courtney'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SRe2YeBgktI/AAAAAAAAADI/H1q_lROwNf0/s72-c/AV12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-5385978960914432822</id><published>2008-10-18T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:53:08.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And these are the Days of My Life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi to all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all know I just brought my baby girl home on Monday....And today she is offically one week old. Are you freaking kidding me?? How does this happen?? My little Princess that I so anticipated her arrival, is finally here and now growing older. How does this happen? I mean I know how it happens, you know the sun goes down and comes up and the days of the week go forward and dates change, but seriously I can't believe my itty bitty is a week old. But aww.... isn't she just the cutest thing??? Of course she is I made her lol!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705759043368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPqtBqoUtTI/AAAAAAAAACw/909PRVfmec0/s320/Averi5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww isn't Bitty just PERFECT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705761455762946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPqtBzne7gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pWYDwQo8g28/s320/Averi6.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss Averi's Poop Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705766728314114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPqtCHQjrQI/AAAAAAAAADA/s8mNV4hNzG0/s320/Averi7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this one....Always ready for the Breast lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my days are now spent in a much different way than before. I am running on no caffeine and about 2 1/2 hours of sleep each night. I spend my days, breastfeeding, changing little mini poops, giving and getting LOTS OF KISSES....sweet itty bitty baby kisses at that, and staring into the most wonderfully innocent eyes. I just am in LOVE! Absolute mommy bliss. I swear these are the moments that almost make me want to have more and more babies...key word almost! Yea I think I will NOT just throw my birthcontrol out the window lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this evening I regained my new baby mommy powers lol! I completely cooked dinner one handed while I had a baby attached to my chest. Yes, isn't that an amazing trick?? LOL! Well the best part was after I finished cooking and finished breastfeeding, I made myself a bowl of Captain Crunch for dinner lol! Not the most nutritious dinner but hey...Ice cold milk and crunchy sweet pieces of cereal...YUMMY! But anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am pretty much back down to my post baby weight, which was about 94lbs give or take a few, so I can finally see my feet and legs, and even my own crotch, which I realized could use a trim....lol who the hell am I kidding I couldn't reach the damn thing for months, so I guess what Im really saying is.....Anyone have a weedeater they want to donate to my "Save a kitty kat" cause LOL! I really can't do shit until Tuesday when they take my belly jewelry out (Staples people). Luckily I'm most definitely not trying to impress anyone with my great ability in Crotch Art right now. I mean hell its just me and my crotch and now all of you in "BLOGGYLAND" &lt;&lt;(court that was for you) that know that I am in need of a much needed mowing lol. But anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to school on Monday HOORAY!!! lol I am soo dreading it because I have exams that I am completely struggling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you all could wish me some luck on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;br /&gt;Multi-tasking&lt;br /&gt;Crotch Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be greatly appreciated lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I better get back to studying!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-5385978960914432822?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5385978960914432822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=5385978960914432822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5385978960914432822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5385978960914432822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-these-are-days-of-my-life.html' title='And these are the Days of My Life.....'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPqtBqoUtTI/AAAAAAAAACw/909PRVfmec0/s72-c/Averi5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-6060548991541813377</id><published>2008-10-16T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:03:47.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Averiana Jade Ellis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss Averiana Jade made her two day early arrival on October 11th 2008 at 1:31 am!! She weighed 6lbs 11oz and was 19inches long! She is just perfect!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257986234530872050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPgen08bOvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qCN9fl-gpMo/s320/Aveetouchup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well let's see it all started at about 7:30pm on the 10th when I was sitting outside with my little Diva when I thought that my water broke, well I wasn't sure if I was leaking, peeing or in labor so I went about my business as usual. Within 30 mins I had 3 or 4 other episodes of this annoying peeing/leaking/water breaking, so finally with much encouragement from Courtney I decided to call my grandmother and have her come sit with Jayden and Jaylain while I went to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I went and picked up Courtney and we headed off to the hospital, by this time my pants pretty much looked like I could not gain control of my bladder and I swear everyone was staring straight at my butt, thinking "Prego needs depends" but anyways, we got to the hospital and they sent me straight upstairs to triage. I though "geez I'll spend all evening in here and they will tell me that I just pee'd" (As that happened when I was pregnant with Jayden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well so I get upstairs, change into the belly band and backless gown, laid down and let them hook me up to the fetal monitor. Well evidently I was having regular contractions. I mean I knew I was having them but never really paid attention to how regular as they had been going on for about 5 days. Well the doctor came in and decided to check my, this was at about 9PM. He checked me and asked plainly "Chelsie, How long have you been having contractions?" "Umm, about 4 or 5 days why?" "Well because your 4cm's dialated" Ok Ok yay I thought this is wonderful right? Yes because the next thing he said was "i'll be right back and we will probably be having a baby tonight" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A baby tonight?? Yes Yes Yes!! This is what I have been waiting for!! That was my first thought and then I realized Oh, no my house isn't cleaned, I need to disinfect disinfect disinfect. I started to ponder in my mind about the organization of my kitchen cabinets, leaves tracked from outside to inside on the rug and carpet in front of the door, my kitchen floor and bathroom floor needed to be mopped and I hadn't cleaned my toilet in 2 days!! Oh my! Yea I know what a freak I must be to know that I am getting ready to meet my Princess and all I could think about was the absence of windex on glass, Mr. Clean on the floors and Toilet cleaner to make my toilet shine a bit more. So anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I decided to call Daddy at work and tell him what the Doc had just said! He got to the hospital within about 20 mins and by that time Doc came back in and confirmed that my c-section would be tonight!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy decided to leave and run home really quick, because he had just gotten of work and wanted to take a shower before he met his Princess! Well about 10mins after he left the Doc came back in and informed me that I needed to get a hold of him and let him know that he had about 20mins before the c-section would begin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy doesn't answer phone calls from my mom or the doctor (yes the doctor called him too lol) because he was in the shower and apparently I am the only one that totes the phone to the shower with me lol. Well anyways Dad did make it back in time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Courtney and my mother went out into the waiting room where mom called my cell phone every 3 minutes until they wheeled me into the OR! LOL I love her she is so worrisome! The wonderful anticipation that Grandma's feel! Lovely :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well Dad put on his OR scrubs first backwards, then ripping a hole in the shoe covers, then he had a practice run with the camera which when he started taking pics to make sure he could do it, he was pointing the camera the wrong way lol. He was supposed to use me as his practice subject and the first 3 pics he took were of himself because he was using it wrong! Awww the nervousness of Dad lol Lovely :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well they came in and started to wheel me to the OR! Dad had to wait outside while they gave me my spinal which I am sorry to say for myself who has experienced both an epidural and a spinal, the spinal hurt much more! It is like shooting fire straight down your spinal cord! Ohhh shivering right now thinking about it! But this time the nurse was kind enough to hold my hand and soothe me through the process that probably took about 4 mins but in pain time it felt like hours! So after the spinal and the catheter it was time to begin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dad came back in, sat down beside me and started talking to me! Well about 10 mins later I asked the nurse "Have they started yet??" "Yes they are making the incision in the uterus now" Wow what was I thinking? That I would lay there for 10 mins and the docs would just look at my cute belly bump in amazement? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well at 1:31am I heard my itty bitty cry for the first time! It was the most amazing cry, so loud and strong and so very pissed that the cold air hit her bottom! That was another amazing moment in my life, a moment that I will never forget!! She was so cute and slimy looking and all I wanted to do was hold her and love on her right then and there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257986240723385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPgeoMA1ezI/AAAAAAAAACg/-I1eqS_sYlc/s320/Averi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So then Daddy and the nurses took my itty bitty to the nursery while the doctors finished up! Well I'm laying there and look down at the shadows on the partition and I swear it looked like those doctors just high fived! What?? This isn't a basketball game and you guys just scored lol! So I asked the nurse "Umm did they just high five??" "No worse, they gave each other 'pound'" lol I thought well hell why don't they just grunt and beat their chests like a drum! Tim Allen grunt anyone lol???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well off to recovery it was, luckly the recovery room nurse was an ex-classmate of mine when I was in Nursing school, so I got a little extra special treatment lol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257986234221551250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPgenzyrXpI/AAAAAAAAACY/tUA_CMO0Sck/s320/Averiana3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In recovery I got to meet the other love of my life! Averiana! Oh and she is soo beautiful!! Perfectly round head, smooth skin, jet black hair, sweet little lips and nose, and long fingers and toes. She was a mix of myself and Jayden and made my heart melt when I got to kiss her and touch her sweet little skin for the first time!! Ohh my little itty bitty!! She was soo tiny, Daddy's hands are bigger than her little body! Love her little heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257986241520076882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPgeoO-yCFI/AAAAAAAAACo/1O4I2KiJ6Gc/s320/Averiana6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Hospital Stay........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The hospital stay was like any other, prison without the bars lol! I had a roommate so Daddy couldn't stay, the bed was terribly uncomfortable, floors were cold and I realized that I had sent my shoes and things home with Daddy the night she was born! I was stuck with a catheter and it hurt to move and I was done for if I coughed or sneezed lol!! On the upside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Itty bitty was here and she stayed with me in the room, unless they needed to check her vitals. Well then I decided to send her to the nursery so that I could get 3 hours of sleep and not worry about her, well ummm no! One hour later they brought her back because for some odd reason Averi became spoiled to moms arms and breast in about the first 17 hours of her life lol. Well they brought her back because they said she cried the whole time and not one of the nurses could calm her down! Aww bitty, well I picked up my screaming baby and not more than 1/2 second later Averi was calm! I love it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Averi only crys when she is naked, hungry or wanting mommy to hold her close! She is extremely happy at the breast and very eager to eat! Her Lactation Consultant said itty bitty is a Nursing Pro! LoL! She absolutely HATES having her diaper changed, but at the same time HATES being wet or dirty lol! So I cant win for losing on that situation! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am however truly enjoying the peepee's, poopies, spit ups and sleepless nights! I love looking into her innocent eyes as she struggles to find which way the boobie is coming to her lol! I love when she is close enough to my chin she will begin suckling! I love how her little hands move all over the place and her little legs curl up when her feet are touched! I love the way she smells when she gets her sponge bath and I love the way she smells when she hasn't had her smell could wipe down! I even love the way she smells when she has eaten too much and dribbles puke down her shirt! I love the softness of her skin and the way she tries to be a big girl and hold her head up on her little wobbly neck! I love everything about her! Everything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well so anyways that was the introduction to my itty bitty! I will post more pics as I get them!! Don't you all just think she is the cutest thing ever?? I do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-6060548991541813377?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6060548991541813377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=6060548991541813377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6060548991541813377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6060548991541813377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-averiana-jade-ellis.html' title='Miss Averiana Jade Ellis'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SPgen08bOvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qCN9fl-gpMo/s72-c/Aveetouchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-3077861329644773326</id><published>2008-10-05T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:45:29.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Diva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok Ok so I made a BIG MISTAKE today lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So earlier today while Jaylain and her Dad were at her homecoming football game, Jayden and I came home and I decided to clean out the car and clean out the trunk so we could go ahead and put the baby seat and stroller in the car. So first we began with the trunk, there were just a lot of toys and my older school texts from previous semesters, a few pieces of old mail, a bunch of change, and......a makeup case of mine that had somehow lost its lid and all the makeup was scattered all over the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well if anyone knows my little Princess, then you would know that she is absolutely 100% GIRLY GIRL! She loves makeup, lip gloss, fingernail polish, lotion, soap, smell good body sprays, any girly perfume. Seriously if you can rub it in, paint it on, lather it up, or spray it on some crazy part of your body, little miss Jayden loves it! I mean she loves lip gloss so much that if she has it on and I try to kiss her bye or whatever she shields her mouth and gives me a cheek or a forehead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well anyways, so my "Mini Diva" saw all of this wonderful makeup that was scattered around the trunk, it was like freaking eyeshadow heaven for this child. Well to be better able to reach all of these glorious colors, Jayden took it upon herself to climb right in the trunk. LOL How cute was she, needless to say after I wrestled the makeup from her and put it back in the case, all the while Promising a 100 times that when we went back inside she could have some, notice I said "some" So anyways she did help me clean out the trunk while she sat in the back talking about the wonderful things that she had already planned (in like 3mins) to do with this wonderful palate of face colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253896162117248498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOmWuR3JZfI/AAAAAAAAABo/gMQlJCiyB0Y/s320/DSCN2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253896170953475682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOmWuyx3hmI/AAAAAAAAABw/DRtZK-FbWks/s320/DSCN2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253896172487643826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOmWu4fpErI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UGa2Y_IbGJk/s320/DSCN2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So then I ask her to help me take the last few things in the house, she did, aww wonderful little girl, well I went back out to shut the doors and the trunk and went back in the house and found my little princess already Indian style in the floor rummaging through the case of makeup. Saying outloud "I'll have this one and this one and ummm....mommy can I have this one too?" I swear I said early "Jayden when we get back in the house you can have some!" LOL I didnt think that I had said Jayden I will give it to you forever to have as your own lol! But I guess in her little mind thats what she heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I gave her a little bag to keep her things in. I gave her 3 eyeshadows (mostly light colors that don't show up) I gave her 3 different applicator brushes, a blush brush, some clear fruit flavored lip glosses and some clean sponges. She begged for foundation, (No because Merle Norman is pretty expensive) she begged for mascara (No because it will hurt my babies little brown eyes) she begged for facial scrub (No, why would she want it anyways, she crys when water hits her eyes lol). So after much negotiation she finally settled on what I had originally given her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253896177946782658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOmWvM1M68I/AAAAAAAAACA/Bg2FaLP6lss/s320/DSCN2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253896178292918706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOmWvOHuibI/AAAAAAAAACI/WDwjkZy6814/s320/DSCN2211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well then she slops it all on herself in one swift motion, then haha haha its mommy's turn lol! She made me beautiful, I had pink eyeshadow on my eyes, green on my cheeks, lip gloss all over my teeth and below my nose. It was great but she was sooo proud of herself! I loved it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So there was my mistake lol I gave my 3 year old a nice bag of makeup and no it wasn't PLASTIC AHHHH! But she actually did ok with it, she was very responsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and adult like with it. What I am meaning to say is that there was no makeup found on any carpet or furniture! She is tooo stingy with it to spill it I think loL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I am determined that Jayden is going to grow up to be a Makeup Artist lol! Well atleast this week I am sure of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So there was my exciting afternoon with my little MINI DIVA and her wonderfully advanced makeover skills! I loved it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&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/4645165625244608107-3077861329644773326?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3077861329644773326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=3077861329644773326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3077861329644773326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3077861329644773326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/mini-diva.html' title='Mini Diva'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOmWuR3JZfI/AAAAAAAAABo/gMQlJCiyB0Y/s72-c/DSCN2207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-7067198255601597286</id><published>2008-10-04T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:16:20.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Smolitics</title><content type='html'>No I am not into politics by far, but from what I do catch up on and keep myself informed on I have come to realize that McCain and Palin will not be getting my vote. As I don't want to see either one of them living life as our countries two highest executive leaders! Call me whatever but HEY he is old as hell and she is an idiot LOL! No those aren't wonderful political reasons why I don't like them, I mean seriously she has no experience with anything that has to do with running a country and I think somewhere in his presidency (if he wins) McCain will have some crazy war flashback and our troops won't come home until the middle east is below ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was this aggravated with the whole thing until McCain announced he had chosen Palin. I don't care who says what she really sounds like some 16 year highschool girl, you know the one who gossiped about everyone in the bathroom while being completely clueless about the truth all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Pro-Life great to each their own&lt;br /&gt;Pro-Global Warming lol I am sorry I didn't mean that one&lt;br /&gt;Pro-Mooseburger umm wonder if she lost all the PETA supporters on that one lol??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I just think she is the dumber female version of George Bush, Yes yes I have it she's Bush with lipstick and an up-do lol "Uh what huh What was the question?? Umm.... could you repeat that so I can repeat you and not really give you any type of answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey Moms unite and vote this dumbass into office lol ok ok, since "Obama doesn't have any experience with grown children and grown children going off to war" and Palin has plenty of experience with grown children since her 17 year old daughter is umm KNOCKED UP, we should just say screw Obama, Go Palin! I think NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously our economy is falling into a heaping pile of rubble, we are still living on broken promises and dreams given to us by Bush himself, so now lets vote into office the female version of Bush and completely blow out that little flicker of whats left of the dim light that we call our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you like her? Because she is like us someone regular?? What, well Im sorry to say but I don't think that a "regular" person with no political experience and no real education could just jump right in and turn this nation around, someone who is more like a lot of our nation, wow I guess if you look at McCain and Palin and its like looking in the mirror for you, then I really don't know what to tell you! And I can also say that she is nothing like me, I want to see this country regain some dignity and get back up and hold its own self up and I dont feel that McCain and Palin are going to get that for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess to each his own but for me..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2JhcmFja29iYW1h"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.barackobama.com/images/myspace/obama_button.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-7067198255601597286?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7067198255601597286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=7067198255601597286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/7067198255601597286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/7067198255601597286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/politics-smolitics.html' title='Politics Smolitics'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-8509491858598311026</id><published>2008-10-02T23:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:05:57.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I would just like to share with you all a wonderful lady that I met on a website that helped me through the life and death of my daughter Nadia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benotafraid.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.benotafraid.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. It is a wonderful website to help anyone that has recieved a poor prenatal diagnosis. On this site I have met many great mothers and fathers who have all at one point endured some heartache. A special story comes from a woman named Stacy who is currently pregnant with a sweet little boy named Isaac, who is scheduled to enter the world on October 7th 2008. One may say great wonderful I am happy for her, good luck and congrats. But in this case what is needed is prayers and lots of them. Little Isaac is a strong little boy who has overcome his obstacles but also has more to overcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgirl79.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://sgirl79.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; here is the link to her blog if any of you would like to become more familiar with her story. What is needed now is pure hope and prayer that her little one will be here on this side of heaven with her for more than just a few minutes or hours or days, Prayer that little Isaac will have a special place here on earth and his time for Heaven will not come now! Prayers that Stacy will get to keep this little boy by her side, here with her! Prayers that this little boy will live. I ask you all please Pray for Isaac and his mommy and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of knowing that your time is slowly running out and there is nothing you can do to stop it, that is one of the most painful feelings one could ever feel especially as a Mother. To know that in only a short few days that your little one will no longer be safe inside of you. To know that your little one may come and leave you all in the same moment in time. And most of all knowing that no matter what happens you are not in control. No matter how much of that natural protection instinct as mothers we have, we know that when the time is up, it is up and there is nothing that we can do to protect our babies. The feeling of total helplessness consumes all of your reflexes and all you can do is just wait, and hope and pray. And hope that one this day your prayers will be answered! Knowing that you may only have a few short days left with your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when the time is up? I tell you what happens, your heart breaks into a million pieces, your soul is saddened and you can't feel your own heartbeat anymore, when you time ends with a child that you will forever miss, there is more pain than anyone could ever imagine. What do you do when you can't feel your own heartbeat anymore and you have to question reality to see if this has really happened or if your still alive. What do you do?? What would you do if your time was running out, you know the date and there is nothing you can do to stop it? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read Stacy's blog this evening these things stuck out in my head......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I went to bed on Tuesday night, I realized it was my last Tuesday with Isaac in my tummy... maybe my last Tuesday with him at all. And again, I just cried (and cried... and cried). I started to pray and I the only words I found that would come out (not audibly, but in my head) were, Lord I need you. Please protect us. I just didn't know what else to say. And so I said that over and over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yesterday I was asked what I am looking forward to about Tuesday. At first it seemed like an odd question because there is so much anticipation of sadness surrounding that day. But in reality, there are some things I am looking forward to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".......And I am looking forward to to just kissing his little face over and over again... enough to last a lifetime."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried, because I remember the pain of knowing that any of the days that I had with Nadia could have been my last. Eventually my last day came and went, and I remember studying her little face enough so that I could sear it in to my mind so that I would never forget what she looked like. Observing ever detail so I would be able to see her when I closed my eyes from here until eternity, every crinkle and crease, the shape of her lips and her tiny fingers and toes are forever stamped into my mind so that when everyone else forgets.... I WONT! To stare at your child and kiss your child enough in just a few moments, to last a lifetime! How does one do that?? How does a mother kiss and just look at her baby enough in one moment to satisfy the craving for an entire lifetime? Better yet, how does a mother condense all the love she has to give over an entire lifetime in one moment?? What would you do if you knew that in one moment you had to kiss your little one enough to last your lifetime, and you get no second chances? How much is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you when I am old and Jayden and Averiana are grown I will still remember ever crinkle and crease in Nadia's face, I will still remember the shape of her lips, I will still remember her tiny fingers and toes, and most of all I will still remember the day that my time ran out! The day that my Angel was no longer safe inside of me, the day that I could no longer protect her from her God given destiny. And I will still feel the love that I have carried for her in my soul for a lifetime. I will remember then just as I do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Angel Never Dies.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them say I wasn’t born, That something stopped my heart&lt;br /&gt;I felt each tender squeeze you gave, I’ve loved you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my body you can’t hold, It doesn’t mean I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;This world was worthy, not of me, God chose that I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pain that drowns your soul, What you are forced to face&lt;br /&gt;You have my word, I’ll fill your arms, Someday we will embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll hear that it was meant to be, God doesn’t make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But that wont soften your worst blow, Or make your heart not ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching over all you do, Another child you’ll bear&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say to you, That I am always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time, I promise you, When you will hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Stroke my face and kiss my lips And then you’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’ve never breathed your air, Or gazed into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t mean I never was, An Angel never dies.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please I ask all of you to pray for Isaac! Pray that Stacy doesn't have to kiss him only for those moments that should last her lifetime. Please pray that Isaac lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-8509491858598311026?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8509491858598311026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=8509491858598311026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/8509491858598311026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/8509491858598311026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-need-of-prayers.html' title='In need of Prayers'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-755903474724300873</id><published>2008-10-01T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:31:16.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices Drive my Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so has anyone frequented gasbuddy.com?? Are you freaking kidding me? Gas prices here in Charleston are $3.89 a gallon, now I looked and like 3 hours away from me it's $3.49 a gallon. Its freaking ridiculous! I get 28 miles per gallon in my car, but I swear to you as the prices of gas go up, so does the actual amount of water that is in gas. I don't think I have seen 28 miles per gallon since I bought my car last year and gas was like $2.70 a gallon. Our government and oil companies are completely ripping off the American people and it pisses me off! Honestly who keeps this country a float?? Is it those high paid oil tycoons? Or washington?? Ok so maybe the oil tycoons make the most $$$ and washington takes care of our forgien affairs, but it is our hard working middle class that makes this country what it is!! Our should I say what it used to be! Now that we have these pig headed idiots running our country, no I am not just talking about George Bush because if you think about it his dumbass can't run our country anywhere but in the ground, the actual people that "run" our country are the owners of companies such as Exxon! And they are making millions off of us while the US can barely afford to keep the refridgerators stocked with groceries let alone fill their cars up with gas in the same paycheck! So thanks a lot!! Screw you all!! I guess when it becomes to high for the Real American people to afford it and everyone has to walk maybe it will click in their greedy brains..."Hey maybe we should cut our consumers some slack and lower the FUCKING PRICES" Duh you fucking boneheads!! I say screw them all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how much are gas prices in your area?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-755903474724300873?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/755903474724300873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=755903474724300873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/755903474724300873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/755903474724300873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/gas-prices-drive-my-wallet.html' title='Gas Prices Drive my Wallet'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-3891477632395472324</id><published>2008-10-01T16:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:06:37.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Breast Cancer Awareness Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast Cancer'/><title type='text'>October 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I would have to say that October is probably one of my favorite months ever. I think it has to do with the fact that it is Fall! I love fall, when the leaves change, and its a little rainy outside and just chilly enough to cook Chili or some other sort of soup and just relax in the house! I love it and just talking about it make me feel snuggly inside! Today here in Charleston it has rained all day but it has been one of those lovely rainy days, where it was just fine to wear a light jacket and not so cold that you could see your breath! Well I would love to have soup this evening! Maybe a wonderful Cheesey Potato Soup, from recipezaar.com. But instead I'm having tacos and burritos since that is one of the only things that I can get my children to eat and actually get full! So I guess it will be fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to more October news, Averiana Jade is set to arrive via c-section on October 13th, unless she somehow comes early! I can't wait to meet my little Princess!! YAY!! I am sooo excited!! And I guess the best part is, is that I know when her birthday will be!! Like I said unless she comes earlier on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reminding everyone who doesn't know. The month of October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252326307753153778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOQC8uoQ1PI/AAAAAAAAABg/-IWLSc_MjPg/s320/bc_ribbon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may not think there is anything you can do, but I am sure that by visiting their website or even finding some of your local organizations, you can find out how to get involved. The National Breast Cancer Awareness Month website is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcam.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.nbcam.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; So check out their site to better educate yourself and learn of different ways that you yourself can get involved!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well thats about it for me! For right now anyways lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-3891477632395472324?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3891477632395472324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=3891477632395472324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3891477632395472324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3891477632395472324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-1st.html' title='October 1st'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOQC8uoQ1PI/AAAAAAAAABg/-IWLSc_MjPg/s72-c/bc_ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-5186868156604409176</id><published>2008-09-29T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:25:14.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crafty Side has Emerged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let me just say that twice a week now, I do some sort of craft project with my kids, since I am stuck in the house and all, and it is easier to occupy them when they have some hands-on-project that they complete themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well our first craft project for the week was spiders for halloween. Which after it was all said and done they looked more like Mardi Gras spiders with toupees, but the kids had fun lol. It was very inexpensive to do.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251645596754126418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOGX2IjGJlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hSobCHupok/s320/spider.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had one empty egg carton, which I cut out individual egg holders to make the body of the spider. I used black pipe cleaner, which I poked eight holes on each side and then cut the pipe cleaners to fit. I then had googly eyes, some glue, glitter, finger paints, and colorful feathers. The kids painted and glittered them. Oh and that was the best part the purple pieces of glitter that were stuck to not only the spiders but everything else within about 2 feet! After they dried a bit the kids added feathers (cut up) for their hair and then the googly eyes! I added the legs and there you have it, oh so scary halloween spiders that in my mind are a little on the flaming side lol! But they love them lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today we made Trees! Yes trees, I mean give me a freaking break it is Fall and I don't care what anyone says it is the best season all year. So we took brown paint and painted their palms and arm, pressed them on construction paper to make the trunk and branches. Then we gave them each their paints and let their fingers turn into brushes as they fingerpainted leaves and buttons and rainbows, foxes and squirrels. They had a blast, I didn't have to do to much supervision or "doing it for them" so they got to do it all by themselves except when they needed "mommy's expertise on painting foxes and squirrels" lol but I was more than happy to oblige because hey how long has it actually been since you got to finger paint, and finger paint like a 3 year old lol! We had fun and they loved their bushy little trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251648795407591170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOGawUdgpwI/AAAAAAAAABY/4jqMv8SncS4/s320/trees.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are and if your a mommy to a toddler or younger child I bet you can spot the squirrel and the fox lol! Jayden's is on the left and Jaylain's is on the right! Don't you just love them???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our next project is going to be Spoon Witches and I will update about how that one actually works out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was our crafty project for today and Friday! Love it don't you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is it for our Craft aspect of the week!!&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/4645165625244608107-5186868156604409176?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5186868156604409176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=5186868156604409176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5186868156604409176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5186868156604409176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-crafty-side-has-emerged.html' title='Our Crafty Side has Emerged'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SOGX2IjGJlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hSobCHupok/s72-c/spider.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-8051363107054870433</id><published>2008-09-29T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:32:25.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty-Fucking-Homemaker is Pissed off and Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I have come to the conclusion today that all the men that I so wonderfully choose to be a part of my life are complete and total assholes, not to mention plan old fucking idiots. Yes I am now refering to the lazy bastard that holds an oh so wonderfully intimate relationship with the couch, the one whom I picked to father my children, the one I call L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes lately I think the only thing that would make me feel better is, if it were completely legal to choke the life out of him, but since the possible consequences would be life in prison, and I am not one to become some big stud named paula's bitch, I will have to settle for online venting in hopes it will cool my blood only for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So as previously stated I am knocked up, yes once again. Currently at 37 weeks pregnant and I haven't seen my own feet or been able to properly wipe my own ass in months, because my disablity is my arms are shorter than my freaking 3 year olds, anyways....thats another story time and place. I am hormonal and emotional and i guess just a PLAIN OLD FUCKING BITCH! Luckily I only have 2 weeks left, before my planned c-section, and then once again I can go back to being normal, just a FUCKING BITCH without the hormonal emotional aspect of my personality involved. So anyways why have I not so suddenly discovered that L is a complete asshole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I truly only ask him to do simple fucking things for me! Seriously, stay awake when you alone have the kids. Hey Dumb fuck that is responsible parenting and the "I have insomnia and don't sleep at night" excuse and gone flying out the fucking window, Bullshit! I am not buying it anymore! The next thing is help me clean the freakin house more than just the kitchen, once again Hey dumb fuck we don't just live in the kitchen. Other shit needs to be done, but I guess he thinks that magical bitch that takes care of the kids, pays bills and scrubs toilets will do it like she always does, oh how nice it must be to a have your very own magical house bitch that flies through a sprinkles her clorox enhanced fairy dust all over the fucking house. And yes if you guessed that, that magical house bitch is me then.....ding ding ding you win, you win the fabulous fucking prize of what I get everyday, nice big bag of nothing, fucking shit. And no the prize will NOT include a thank you!!! As I never get one!! But anyways yes I will get my oversized ass up off the couch and clean up the house and when I am done, yes panties will be in a bunch and I will be pregnant and pissed off as hell!! But hell when I say something Mr.IworkeverydaynowandIownthesperm looks at me stupid and expects me to sit there with my thumb up my ass as far as it will go! Sorry for you, jerk I am not submissive if I am anything!! Nope not this magical house bitch!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well the next thing that I asked for was one whole 24hour period with no kids at the house and no house work for me before I have this baby! My day was supposed to be yesterday!! Did it happen??? If your answer was No then you won the bag of shit again, Lucky lucky you. And if your answer was yes then please navigate away from my blog because obviously your a dumbass sperm owning man, who probably acts the same way to your wife. Anyways, no I didn't get my day off! I spent the morning cleaning the house while he laid on his girlfriend (the couch) and watched, but Im sorry the way he put it I was just randomly finding things to clean! Can I ask all the ladies out there when the fuck did laundry and the kitchen become random fucking cleaning??? I do those things just to bitch! Yup remember thats me PLAIN OLD FUCKIN BITCH!!!! I guess if I don't do the laundry then it will be ok for the kids to run around naked, and I guess if I don't clean the kitchen it will become acceptable for our counters to become overrun with E coli. Yes oh Yes that is it, when you see to small children naked and sick from E coli they are mine, and as long as L still maintains his intimate relationship with our couch he will be content. Maybe the next thing I should find to bitch about are the dents in the couch or the fact that she (the couch) gets more intimacy than the one who can actually bare his children. Yes let me add that to my long list of things to bitch about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The 24 hours came and went and I sat here not childless oh no, I sat here with an upset 7 year old because she was stuck in the house with me instead of playing somewhere else. I cancelled my plans in order to accomadate others, as I usually do, and Im not supposed to be upset or feel wronged in any way! Like I said I am supposed to sit here with my midget thumb up my ass and pretend to be 1950's betty-fucking-homemaker with a fucking smile on my face! Yup, um no idiot that isn't me! Domestication has never been my fortay, or however you spell that! Maybe oneday my subconsious will allow me to let go and become submissive and then the couch will no longer have a boyfriend and everyone will be happy go lucky all the fucking time in my household! But please dear readers all 3 of you who read my blog, don't hold your breath on a submissive domesticated chelsie, because I 100% non refundably guarantee that you will die of suffocation before that ever fucking happens. This is not the 1950's I am not Mrs. Cleaver and I will not be silenced by someone who thinks just because he can produce sperm that he is the ruler of the all mighty universe. I am pissed off and pregnant and Mister L better count his blessings that I don't carry a handgun!! But like I said, I don't wanna become Paula's bitch on the inside if I'm not willing to become his bitch on the outside!! So lucky oh so lucky he is!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyways I am done for now, apologies if I offended anyone with my oh so vulgar and repeative use of the word FUCK! Ok ok NOT! Remember I am a bitch and ask my mother bitches don't apologize, at least not easily!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-8051363107054870433?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8051363107054870433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=8051363107054870433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/8051363107054870433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/8051363107054870433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/betty-fucking-homemaker-is-pissed-off.html' title='Betty-Fucking-Homemaker is Pissed off and Pregnant!'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-5507505425482908011</id><published>2008-09-05T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:48:45.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So there is nothing really new to report in my World of Drama! Well ok maybe a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So the nursery is almost done and it is absolutely beautiful. I wish I had a freaking digital camera so I could take pictures and post them but I guess words will have to do lol. So our nursery is an Asian theme, with the colors that I have chosen, not normal baby colors I guess. I really didn't want to go towards the pale pinks and yellow's with the traditional Winnie the Pooh or Princess theme's I wanted to be a little different. I originally wanted some type of Indian theme, but I was sure that this baby was going to be a boy and most of the fabric swatches and colors that I had looked at were bright pinks and oranges and golds, so I didn't think that would be great for a little man lol. So I settled on Asian with the colors being Deep Reds, Chocolate and Light Brown's, Black and Gold. Well when we found out that we were having another girl I figured what the hell keep it like that. So we did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well the nursery, is just beautiful, a friend of mine painted this beautiful canvas painting of her initals with her full name in Chinese print, it is beautiful. We had wooden letters of her name done in red with cherry blossoms on them. I ordered some beautiful bamboo paintings on rice paper from China (which are being framed today). All of her window treatments have been done in Dark red with gold cherry blossoms and all the windows are tied by using red imprinted chopsticks which are just the cutest things ever. Her crib set is deep red with brown and gold cherry blossoms. My mom handpainted fans in half red and gold and the other half black and gold. There are accent pieces of red and gold geisha girls and imprinted candles, also black and gold wall plaques with really pretty chinese symbols on them. It has actually turned out to be really lovely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The few things that are left to be done.... Two windows still need window treatments and I found this perfectly matching cherry blossom bamboo area rug, but that will be the last thing that is done, just in case of spills and things. Also the entry way door needs replaced because there isn't one there right now! So everything is coming along just on time. 33 Days to go and we are almost done! It is lovely lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well so yeah I have 33 days to go, well 38 actually but I am not going to last until the 13th. I can't I am already in so much pain that I don't know what to. My doctors keep saying, we can't take her on the 8th because her lungs may not be developed! What??? The 13th is her day and it is only 5 days past the 8th. On the 8th I will be almost 39 weeks, so why can't they do it?? Jayden was born via c-section at 38 weeks 1 day, and hers was planned the day before. They say the only way they will take her on the 8th is if I go into labor, so if anyone has any suggestions on how to force the labor to come around the 7th, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I am open to all possiblities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am really just ready for this to be over and for me to be able to hold my little Princess in my arms and kiss her and hug her and see her chest move up and down and hear her scream at the top of her lungs when that cold air hits her bum! I cant wait to bring her home and stay up all hours of the night! I can't wait to go to school with puke stains on my shirt, bags under my eyes, and my hair unbrushed working with 2 hours of sleep. I can't wait to gag while changing poopy diapers, I can't wait to bounce her up and down for hours because she has been crying for 6. All those things seriously I can't wait for! Everything will be perfect as long as this little girl is born alive and healthy that is all that matters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok so on to another subject, dun dun dun SCHOOL!!! Ahh! So whoevers bright idea it was to be almost 9 months pregnant, with 2 girls at home, cheerleading practice and homework, dinner and baths, for me to say HEY I am super MOM I will take 19 credit hours worth of Biology classes this semester! Ummm that IDIOT was, dun dun dun COURTNEY!!! Ok Ok I am just kidding lol it was ME I will take responsibility lol! Ok so school yea but I am taking some of the most difficult classes together lol if I pass this semester the next two that I have left should be a breeze!!! Oh please Pray I make it through and PASS!! LOL! I am pulling my hair out right now! As we speak I mean hell I started this blog at 10:00 this morning and here it is six I would have been done a lot sooner but I can't stop pulling at my roots lol Ok ok just kidding again! Somebody may laugh, umm probably just Courtney she is usually my only audience member for my stand up act lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok I am just being ridiculous now so I am off to the wonderful land of cooking to make dinner for my kiddos. Its looking like a grilled cheese night the way I feel lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-5507505425482908011?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5507505425482908011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=5507505425482908011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5507505425482908011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/5507505425482908011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-really-new.html' title='Nothing Really New'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-6352192951491697226</id><published>2008-08-31T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:40:43.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-st69oCjC8I/SLo80s9TOTI/AAAAAAAAABI/lgXWsP4arEY/s1600-h/Nadia+monee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-3470639357437003961</id><published>2008-08-30T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:34:32.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my sweet Angel's birthday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her name is Nadia Monee' Ellis! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my sweet little Princess grew her wings today, one year ago! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She went to live with Jesus and help watch over Mommy and her big sister Jayden. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My little Angel Happy Birthday to You! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you more than LIFE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you were here with me so I could hold you one more time! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you with all of my heart and all of my soul. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My littlest Angel I miss you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My littlest Angel Happy Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Nadia! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sweet Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a Year since Ive held you in my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Year since I have seen your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One year since I have touched you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sweet Angel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a year since I've kissed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One year since you have grown wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One year since you learned to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My littlest Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been one year since I left you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A year since God came and took you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a year since your birth day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And only hours since I have cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't forgotten and I never will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jayden asks about you everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you my Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry at night when I think of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to be strong for Jayden and Averiana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sweet Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is your birthday and I can't hold you when I say I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't kiss you Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wake you up or see your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Baby Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have no idea how much I wish I only had just one more day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day to see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day to hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day to kiss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia Monee'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that you are in Heaven &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you see Me and Jayden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that you know we miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sorry! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sorry that I can't hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sorry that I can't wrap you in my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sorry that I can't kiss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy's Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your are my littlest Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you were here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could come and get you and wake you up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish we could sing Happy Birthday and see your sweet smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you could eat birthday cake and blow out candles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you could open presents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could hear you laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could hold you when you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could kiss you good night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could tuck you in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh My sweet little Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you were here with me and not in the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday My baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I guess my kisses and hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My "goodnights" and "i love you's"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My stories and tears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to send them to the sky so that you will get them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia I love you and Happy Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-3470639357437003961?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3470639357437003961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=3470639357437003961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3470639357437003961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3470639357437003961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-angel.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-6224027866681690022</id><published>2008-08-23T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:12:42.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today has went Smooth????</title><content type='html'>So I guess the girls knew that I was mad about them breaking the rules this morning, so what happened?? The rest of our day has went rather smoothly. They actually cleaned their room in a timely fashion and I mean like closets beds and everything. Wow! I thought I was going to have a heart attack! Plus they cleaned it up and I only had to ask them once and there was no whining or eye rolling! I thought I had been transported to a different house! I mean really that never ever ever happens. LOL!! Maybe I need to show my disappointment more often lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok so besides that these little girls today must be trying to earn some kind of brownie points for somewhere that they want to go or do because they helped me in the rest of the house too!! I know heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaylain helped:&lt;br /&gt;Folded all the blankets that the girls play with&lt;br /&gt;Swept the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;Vaccumed half of the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden helped:&lt;br /&gt;Pick up all the dirty clothes&lt;br /&gt;Pick up any trash that could be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Vaccumed the other half of the living room and the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know! What happened? Did some sort of alien come in from outerspace and trade in my kids! LOL or as Courtney and I say.... Maybe I got my real kids back you know the ones that listen and help out! And the kids I have been living with went back to their real families lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls had been soo sweet! I love it! They haven't fought, they have hugged each other, practiced the cheerleading cheers, and just been super nice and helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they asked if we could order pizza tonight and since they have been so wonderful I felt I was obligated lol! Plus after all this nice ness and cleaning I really don't feel like cooking!! So anyways we ordered pizza just a bit ago and it should be here about 8! So tonight we are going to each pizza and maybe some popcorn and watch the premiere of the new Cheetah Girls movie that comes on Disney at 8! And since they have been so good I told them we could skip our 9 o'clock bedtime tonight and stay up until the Cheetah Girls goes off! Which I don't think either one of them will make it through! But hey they have suprised me enough today they might just do it again lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you if everyday was like today I would never be in a bad mood! LOL!! Please oh please let tomorrow go smooth too! One more time... Please oh please let tomorrow go smooth too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways let me wait on my pizza and count down until Cheetah girls comes on and my little ones eyes close lol!! Because when that happens I get to soak my pregnant bones in the bath tub!! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-6224027866681690022?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6224027866681690022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=6224027866681690022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6224027866681690022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/6224027866681690022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-has-went-smooth.html' title='Today has went Smooth????'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-1850790054997076395</id><published>2008-08-23T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:51:09.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Rule Breaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok Ok so my girls have specific rules in this house, and they are not difficult I might add. A few simple rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. No running though the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     -I make this rule because first of all they can hurt themselves, because both are very clumsey. And second of all because all of my furniture is glass and I don't want any of my shit broken. Not a hard rule!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. No hitting and fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     -This one was made for obvious reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. They are not allowed to play in the bathroom, kitchen or my bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     -Bathroom and Kitchens are not a place to play period, knives are in the kitchen and in the bathroom there are too many hair products that make very large and sticky messes. My room well because it is my space and nothing in there belongs to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. They must be responsible for their things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     -Thats not hard, if it is theirs they need to pick it up, they need to keep their things tidy and in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok ok so there are the rules. They are not difficult considering that my girls are 3 and 7. But once again the rules were broken today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;First of all they were both playing in the bathroom this morning and what were they playing with??? Dun Dun Dun, yes they were playing with the hand soap, it was everywhere. Why is it neccessary for two children that are old enough to comprehend not to do this, and still do??? Why, you got me?? I have no clue. Also in the bathroom I also found Gatorade spilt and crackers all in the floor! They are not allowed to eat and drink out of the kitchen. That is not a rule, that is a given! They have never been allowed and it will not start! All meals and drinks are served in the kitchen at the table. Ok ok on to the next thing that upset me that they did this morning. Their granddad bought them an M&amp;amp;M dispenser each, which I myself was totally against because sugar just hypes them up, well anyways so I took the dispensers and put them on top of the entertainment center, well they had evidently secretly sneeked them into their room without my noticing becuase the little one walks in with about 20 M&amp;amp;M's in her mouth! Before breakfast, I wanted to scream!! AHHHH! I was just PISSED!!! Well Jaylain (7) had to of gotten them down because she is the taller one and the only child here that could have possible reached them, No I am not putting the blame entirely on her because I have no idea who's idea it was to begin with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So anyways, I was upset, I can't watch them every second of the day, I only have 2 eyes!! They have obviously figured out that I only have two and they both have taken advantage of my handicapp lol! I guess if I had more eyes and more hands I would be better equipped to handle my two kids! So until I grow those extra body parts I guess they will still break rules!! WHY??? Hell I guess I will never gain control!! AHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways there was my Morning! Yet another rule broken!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-1850790054997076395?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1850790054997076395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=1850790054997076395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/1850790054997076395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/1850790054997076395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/yet-another-rule-breaker.html' title='Yet another Rule Breaker'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645165625244608107.post-3632997451076915929</id><published>2008-08-22T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:12:40.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hi all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Welcoming to my vent spot lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My name is Chelsie and I am 22 years old. I am a mother to a beautiful little princess named Jayden Maree' who is 3 years old. She came into my life on December 9th 2004, and was just perfect. I am also an Angel's mother, to a beautiful Angel named Nadia Monee', who entered my life and heaven on August 31st 2007. She was my littlest wonder and I miss her everyday. I am also a soon to be mommy to little Miss Averiana Jade who is due for her formal introduction on October 20th 2008. I love all three of my little girlies and wouldn't change any of them for the world. They are the rocks that keep me grounded, my life without them would not exsist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am currently in a long term relationship with a wonderful man named Leonard or L as we call him. We have been together for about 2 and 1/2 years. He is absolutely the love of my life, but at times lol I can't stand his ass! He has a sweet little princess himself, from a previous relationship, her name is Jaylain and she is 7 years old. So I guess at the same time that I am a mother to my own girls I am a stepmother to little miss Jaylain. Averiana will become our second child together and we are both overly excited. Also even though Leonard is not named on Jayden's birth certificate, he still is Daddy to her. The only daddy that she has ever known. L stepped up to the plate and took on that role in her life and for that itself I will always love and commend him for, because her own sperm donor didn't have the balls to do it, but L did! Thank you honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am also a student, studying Biology with the hopes of oneday becoming a Medical Examiner, something I have wanted to do my whole life. At this point I have about 2 semesters left before I graduate with my BS. I can't wait to have a real JOB!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok OK so lets see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am a mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am a student!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I work fulltime! (on maternity leave now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I take care of my household!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am a smart ass lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can be a complete bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am a Woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am a good woman with my head on my shoulders, strong and independent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Although its seems wonderful I must forewarn all, my life is mostly My Own Personal Day Time Soap!!! Just without the Emmy's lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So anyways that's me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645165625244608107-3632997451076915929?l=daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3632997451076915929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645165625244608107&amp;postID=3632997451076915929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3632997451076915929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645165625244608107/posts/default/3632997451076915929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytimedramaofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-about-mine.html' title='All about Mine'/><author><name>Lost in Translation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337503787068055952</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/_-st69oCjC8I/SK-BVX-XMfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgsieXpe4u4/S220/m_ffc6186f8dec9d19cf2ce01e17ad663d-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
