tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83158794653249608602024-02-06T20:04:49.029-07:00A day in the life of a REDNECK Iowa girl.....The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-22730674138574197562012-08-21T21:58:00.002-06:002012-08-21T22:03:16.139-06:00Are men mentaly challanged? Well this one is......I am by no means in the political knowing. I am not even registered to vote.<br />
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With that being said I don't complain about those that are in charge of making change.<br />
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Here lately with the add and the smear campaigns, I cant believe that these are grown adults running for office <br />
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Todd Akin yep that's right.....<br />
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His thought process it so off the mark, talk about a real open mouth insert foot.<br />
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KANSAS CITY, Mo. — In an effort to explain his stance on abortion, Representative Todd Akin, the Republican Senate nominee from Missouri, provoked ire across the political spectrum on Sunday by saying that in instances of what he called “legitimate rape,” women’s bodies somehow blocked an unwanted pregnancy<br />
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“It seems to me, from what I understand from doctors, that’s really rare,” Mr. Akin said of pregnancies from rape. “If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down. But let’s assume that maybe that didn’t work or something: I think there should be some punishment, but the punishment ought to be of the rapist, and not attacking the child.” <br />
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First of all sir who ever those Dr's might be, Should return to school and burn their degrees. A woman body has no idea if the sex is mutual or any other. Do you know how many babies came into this world unwanted/unplanned but loved none the less.<br />
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I do agree with you that the unborn child should not be punished for the way they were conceived, But let's flip the thought process. What if it was your daughter or niece (GOD Forbid) would you still think the same, would you force them to carry a baby conceived in that manner to full term and deliver it. <br />
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Better yet would you want that child to someday learn that they were a product of rape. I can hear you now saying that they don't have to know but trust me they will grow up and want to know where they came from and that revelation would be devastating for the child and the mother that has to re-live that time 20 years later.<br />
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I am not and advocate for abortion but that is a personal decision and should not be taken from anyone<br />
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So Mr. Todd Akin next time think before you speak......The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-64555329255157548972012-08-18T15:41:00.001-06:002012-08-18T15:43:15.593-06:00Akasha Jade REDNECK PRINCESS....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She is my country princess she loves to get dirty and play in the mud.</div>
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She is the Baby of the family and somehow she knows this, she knows that a few tears and mommy daddy sissy and bubba will cave. I think that doing this is going to create a monster for sure, but she so damm cute.</div>
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The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-20247577236020759172012-01-24T09:30:00.000-07:002012-08-17T17:13:33.282-06:00Lemom Crfeam Cheese Cupcake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgq3BmHwl8xawmna1P7cn57a_V0BWjCsqeLqbZNmBNzDOwec9rea1DD8bgkVfbt6diuKEdIwbx6h4iMkwacCmT6D_52l09jTrM8XZ0kQy5LKEMq8NTlIkFu8MII3WyDY3IBL3hoqaKJQO/s1600/100_0560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgq3BmHwl8xawmna1P7cn57a_V0BWjCsqeLqbZNmBNzDOwec9rea1DD8bgkVfbt6diuKEdIwbx6h4iMkwacCmT6D_52l09jTrM8XZ0kQy5LKEMq8NTlIkFu8MII3WyDY3IBL3hoqaKJQO/s320/100_0560.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Lemon Cream Cheese CupCake<br /><br /><em>Ingredients:</em>For the cake:<br />2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour<br />1 1/2 tsp. baking powder<br />3/4 tsp. salt<br />2 tsp. lemon zest<br />12 tbsp. unsalted butter, at room temperature<br />1 1/2 cups sugar<br />2 eggs<br />3/4 cup milk<br />1 small can lemon pie filling <br /><br />To make the cupcakes, preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Line muffin pans with paper liners. In a bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, salt and lemon zest. Stir together with a fork and set aside. In the bowl of a stand mixer, beat the butter on medium speed until it is light and fluffy. Add the sugar and beat until well combined. Beat in the eggs one at a time, scraping down the bowl after each addition. Add half of the flour mixture to the bowl and beat on low speed until just incorporated. Add in the milk and mix until smooth. Add in the remaining flour mixture and mix on low speed until just blended. <br /><br /><br />Divide the batter evenly between the paper liners, filling them about 3/4 full. Bake about 20 to 25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Allow to cool in the pan 5 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely Once the cupcakes have cooled, cut hole in top center of cake and fill with pie filling, Frost cupcake then use piping bag or what ever y have to drizzle pie filling over frosting <br /><br /><br />Frosting <br /><br />12 oz. cream cheese, at room temperature<br />18 tbsp. unsalted butter, at room temperature<br />2 2/3 cups confectioners’ sugar, sifted<br />3 tsp. lemon juice<br />1 tsp. vanilla extract<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBVdy8IydHTWlYaFNwESqaGMlTTKytO7nWVd4GT3MTtVriR-hIxuqMiGihoaj2xTj0S0stpmZzo9qAdng64HNZVxIbCv1vpUYcD7Zy3YiVsvpzAu9wOLZOYX6RyDTakz1gcNMNlrg8_yY/s1600/100_0561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBVdy8IydHTWlYaFNwESqaGMlTTKytO7nWVd4GT3MTtVriR-hIxuqMiGihoaj2xTj0S0stpmZzo9qAdng64HNZVxIbCv1vpUYcD7Zy3YiVsvpzAu9wOLZOYX6RyDTakz1gcNMNlrg8_yY/s320/100_0561.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-14376378965136938372012-01-24T09:10:00.000-07:002012-08-17T17:13:33.278-06:00Choloate Peanut Butter SupriseI know that I promised more info on the CUPCAKES.......<br /><br />So here ya go.... This one is for you peanut butter lovers out there like me.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShoC4OPRwze8LDztNaHRq6TZMg5zB440xcMZEnkzzhw4kvvCmcIJxpwGVIgxDUMxWh7C6sAc_tywGtcH2rKrigF_GjllGDkkTtKa-euMybFHVw2Lmev1HyrVU1i6Roz4P02kK-eU_56tR/s1600/100_0556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShoC4OPRwze8LDztNaHRq6TZMg5zB440xcMZEnkzzhw4kvvCmcIJxpwGVIgxDUMxWh7C6sAc_tywGtcH2rKrigF_GjllGDkkTtKa-euMybFHVw2Lmev1HyrVU1i6Roz4P02kK-eU_56tR/s320/100_0556.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Chocolate Peanut Butter Suprise<br /><br /><br /><strong>Chocolate Cupcakes</strong><br /><em>makes 12 cupcakes</em><br />1 1/8 cups all purpose flour<br />1/4 cup dark cocoa powder<br />1 1/4 teaspoon baking soda<br />1/2 teaspoon salt<br />3/4 cup brown sugar<br />1 egg<br />1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />1/2 cup milk<br />1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon heavy cream<br />1/2 cup butter, melted<br />2 tablespoons sour cream<br />1/4 cup homemade fudge sauce (recipe below)<br />Preheat oven to 350 degrees.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidB3ouG9hZr_Io4OGR-FH9i1St95ZCMXIixH_WdkWOHikUFdxhhQRX5YhSvMWvRyK_seKV_E2_XxyE20eTWcp1rCouZJDpZONdwPEmH14YShg-cSbHMEJ9xtP1xyMMEp2LfGjTFWC5ZcQ5/s1600/100_0553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidB3ouG9hZr_Io4OGR-FH9i1St95ZCMXIixH_WdkWOHikUFdxhhQRX5YhSvMWvRyK_seKV_E2_XxyE20eTWcp1rCouZJDpZONdwPEmH14YShg-cSbHMEJ9xtP1xyMMEp2LfGjTFWC5ZcQ5/s320/100_0553.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In a bowl, whisk egg and sugar until smooth and no lumps remain. Add milk, cream, butter and vanilla, and mix until combined. Stir in sour cream. Sift dry ingredients together and add to wet mixture. Mix until batter is smooth, then swirl in fudge sauce. Line a muffin tin with liners and using a 1/4 cup measure, add batter to each cup. Insert a Peanut Butter Ball Bake for 15-18 minutes. Let cool before frosting.<br /><br /><strong>Peanut Butter Buttercream</strong><br />1/2 cup butter, softened<br />2/3 cup peanut butter<br />3-4 cups of powdered sugar<br />1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />1-2 tablespoons of milk<br />pinch of salt<br />Cream butter and peanut butter together in the bowl of an electric mixer. Add powdered sugar with mixer on low speed and gradually add milk and vanilla extract. Mix until frosting is smooth. If too thick, add more milk; if too thin, add more sugar. Frost cupcakes as desired. Drizzle with Chocolate syrup<br /><br /><br /><strong>Peanut Butter Ball </strong><br /><br />2 cups creamy peanut butter<br /><li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1/2 cup butter</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 4 cups confectioners' s</li><br />Roll in to small ballsThe Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-4180888724743428052011-11-08T21:05:00.000-07:002012-08-17T17:13:33.293-06:00CUPCAKES CUPCAKES need I say moreI have been bitten by the CUPCAKE bug. I have been baking my heart out I will post pictues and more soon this hears just a teaserThe Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-22437729841009987872011-08-29T19:01:00.000-06:002012-08-17T17:13:33.286-06:00Dinner on a BudgetToday I have decided to give you all and insight to my culinary expertise. With a family of 6 we tend to eat on a budget most of time.<br /><br /><br />Tristan my oldest is the pickiest child I have ever meet, he does not eat red meat or meat of any type unless it is chicken or fish crazy IKR.<br /><br /><br />I decided that tonight to make Baked Spaghetti, lets face it normal spaghetti just get boring there's only so many ways that you can dress it up.<br /><br />This is so simple and makes more then enough<br /><br />whats needed <br /><br />10-13 inch pan <br />Frying pan <br />Soup pan <br />Cookie sheet<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyJuyShNq4L0IgoZvE9tD6GWtYZOX99cTmJ1QdtG_uPZhEzYf46DTsCjntDCHREJe2hvw-xWPSz1xZcVTD3vv6-QwVVNiBYL3MlnCx3pjKDXDsC2phcqf4_QXicB4jIfeSjaPuVKYodMf/s1600/100_0525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyJuyShNq4L0IgoZvE9tD6GWtYZOX99cTmJ1QdtG_uPZhEzYf46DTsCjntDCHREJe2hvw-xWPSz1xZcVTD3vv6-QwVVNiBYL3MlnCx3pjKDXDsC2phcqf4_QXicB4jIfeSjaPuVKYodMf/s320/100_0525.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />Ingredients <br /><br />1 lb Hamburger<br />1 green pepper <br />1 small onion <br />Garlic powder<br />2 16 oz jars of sauce<br />6 TBS Sugar<br />1 can mushrooms<br />4 cups mozzarella <br />Garlic bread or sticks <br /><br />Preheat oven to 400 Prep time 1hr <br /><br />You'll need to boil your water add some salt to keep the noodles from sticking together. Get your frying pan heated up add the 1 lb of hamburger and garlic powder to your liking.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G6kSm_6XZDTyZNXr32Kn6rWAP65ZMSXRW_9X6P2cwT11rMI9aJI33DACZYnIo8pObmeScZYp-gLUncalqNrJrv4WwPBegNx5bMJKZrzz8Wf0AK3ye6r4mxwczuiuiaGxbUp02Mho1qcc/s1600/100_0523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G6kSm_6XZDTyZNXr32Kn6rWAP65ZMSXRW_9X6P2cwT11rMI9aJI33DACZYnIo8pObmeScZYp-gLUncalqNrJrv4WwPBegNx5bMJKZrzz8Wf0AK3ye6r4mxwczuiuiaGxbUp02Mho1qcc/s320/100_0523.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Add Onion and Green pepper to meat and brown Once cooked drain well place back in pan add sauce mushrooms and sugar Simmer.<br /><br />Once noodles are done drain add butter to keep from sticking together.<br /><br />Place line layer of sauce tot he bottom of the 10/13 pan then add a layer of noodles then another dose of sauce then rest of the noodles then the rest of sauce. 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It seems that there is never enough time in the day or enough of me to go around and today has been no exception to that.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am one of the many moms out there that work a full 40 with a small commute, only to start my second job that last for 16 hrs. The weekends are another story there is no down time.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am a bit OCD about my house being clean and admit that I bring it on myself but I do have what most would consider to be help.... HAHAHAHA do you hear the sarcasm YEP I do</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">So this has been my Sunday.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">Hubby did the 3 dishes that were in the sink to be done carried the laundry baskets down to the basement and oh yeah that was he contributions thus far and its 8pm so I am gonna say he is done. 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The sound of the National Anthem over the ball park speakers. The crack of a bat, the smell of hot dogs, nachos and pop corn. Sounds like a great way to spend celebrating our nation.<br />
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The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-45535703081655569142011-07-03T14:28:00.000-06:002012-08-17T17:13:33.297-06:00New Blood Addiction<span style="color: red;">So I have this new addiction to this great show this is not it's first season or it's second let me show who why it easy to be addicted </span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQdqBJLaeT9jS-ekURiV_9e8f6AyPBKpsvPvuOYMGcv-QkzqCZx5xwwOEL1UhjfG6uA0sBzhmE7l4s82ThLh0xfiO_JcjZ8W0i6Dsr9f049P-VUNS-ohhUH2qzfkVXHhD9RhNqDhdNLf3/s1600/yummmmm.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQdqBJLaeT9jS-ekURiV_9e8f6AyPBKpsvPvuOYMGcv-QkzqCZx5xwwOEL1UhjfG6uA0sBzhmE7l4s82ThLh0xfiO_JcjZ8W0i6Dsr9f049P-VUNS-ohhUH2qzfkVXHhD9RhNqDhdNLf3/s320/yummmmm.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">He plays Big Bad Wolf, the sexy Joe Manganiello I mean who could resist this Body and face.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Oh and theres more Man candy to look at too</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">LIKE THIS.......</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGeo4uB0bpwzrBvjMVUucH4CL-esClilZe44hO-qbD9EvzX_iH-2dJ40iuO1TqTXt83OYfpI7S9TG_EMUp_wDYugcgchuPeGqo8M_RgOZcaj2ZuqZPxQNS2wMudz6AzEJZAEntd9Gu8nq/s1600/yummmm+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGeo4uB0bpwzrBvjMVUucH4CL-esClilZe44hO-qbD9EvzX_iH-2dJ40iuO1TqTXt83OYfpI7S9TG_EMUp_wDYugcgchuPeGqo8M_RgOZcaj2ZuqZPxQNS2wMudz6AzEJZAEntd9Gu8nq/s320/yummmm+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red;">AND this here is Eric Northman One of the Vampires. Super hot HOTTT</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">This is the hidden reason that I watch this with Mr. Mann.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Please don't blow my cover. He may not let me watch anymore that would be a tragedy in my eyes </span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">This is the 4th season and it is just getting better every Sunday at 9pm on HBO if you haven't seen it you should or if your the book type they have books too </span>The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-45111520222370412772011-07-03T11:33:00.000-06:002012-08-17T17:13:33.295-06:00Is it just a feeling or is it realThis summer seem to be taking all my energy. A 40 hour work week and then to entertain the kiddos on the weekend this summer seems to be going on forever. General I love summer with the sun and the hot weather, the ability to stay out side longer and did I mention the lighting bugs for those of you that don't know what I am talking about the are amazing threw a child eyes, for an adult its just a bug that's butt lights up when they are looking for a mate.<br /><br /><br />Even thoe it is JULY 3rd, summer is winding down school will be back in session 2nd week of August. I would say that I cant wait but that would be a lie, that just means that my days will be filled with car pooling and homework can you sense the sarcasm. I have a 4th grader and a 1st grader so there is plenty of school work to go around.<br /><br /><br />I wonder if there is someone out there that could invent a Parents time off. Maybe a weekend with no kids not even a thought of one, where you can be care free be a kid again.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong I love my kids but I miss the me time. Even it its just to take a shower with out some one at the door yelling my second name MOMMY. <br /><br />As you can tell I am a multi tasker I can go from one thing to another in ablink of an eye. You will soon get used to my ramblings that or I may have a normal blog someday so don't miss itThe Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-63805766575395530822011-07-02T14:37:00.000-06:002012-08-17T17:13:33.303-06:00Say WhatI am so over loaded with thoughts today not even sure where to begin this blog do I keep it simple or do I just let it flow <br /><br />I am gonna just let it flow so fasten your belts and hold on......<br /><br />This day started out with nothing planned Mr. Man had to work. I had every intention to clean the house Military style. Notice that I said that I had every intention. It did not pan out that way with it being a holiday weekend I just could not stay at home. Even with the thought of all three kids and me being by myself I just had to go to the beach.<br /><br />The big kids have been a few times with Mr .Man while I had the luck of working (I know you can sense the sarcasm in my voice). This was the first time that Akasha will be going she 23 months old so the thought of watching the older kids while keeping a even close eye on baby was a little troubling.<br /><br />BUT...... To my surprise we made out just fine the big kids were not happy when it was time to go so I bribed them with McDonald's they fall for that every time.<br /><br />Baby girl was less than thrilled with the beach she did not like the sand for sure.<br /><br />Once home it was nap time for all OK just Akasha. Oh how I love my QUITE TIME!!!!! Pause <br /><br /><br />Well that was short lived Babies up and Mr. Man is home......The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-63706228888351437042011-07-01T19:27:00.000-06:002012-08-17T17:13:33.300-06:00OMG KidsThis blog shall serve as my outlet, 3 kids 1 husband. Should be enough to entertain the whole world.<br /><br /><br />There are days that I ask myself what were you thinking 3 kids and let me tell you they are not even in the same realm of growing <br /><br />I have a I know everything son Tristan who is 9<br /><br />I have a I am the princess and the world should give me what I want daughter Anya who is 6 <br /><br />I have a I am the baby and I demand what you have daughter Akasha who will be 2 on July 31st<br /><br /><br />Oh and did I mention a 4th child who thinks that he know everything about everything Man Child who is 36<br /><br />Some body please send me something for a headache and maybe a drink to make me numb, No really I don't drink but often threaten too.<br /><br />I take one day at a time in this life and it seems to be working no one have been hurt, or choked.The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-18558255195145882222011-05-01T11:19:00.000-06:002011-05-01T11:19:10.571-06:00The Daily Life Of My RootsOne day I may have my life as I knew it back but for now, this is it<br />
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Tristan is in the 3rd grade and full of fire and attitude but it come by it honestly. I look at him daily and see me in him with is independ ways but yet still the little baby boy that he once ones. He so much wants to be an adult and I hope that he will one day know why we were so tough on him with our rules only to make him strong and to know we only wnated the best for him.<br />
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My little Princess Anya with her princess ways. She loves with all of her heart and just wants to be beautyful which she always will be. She has her own asperations, I would love to see her follow in my foot steps be the softball star that her momma was but she is so not into getting dirty (tear)it may just break my heart.<br />
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My Baby boo Akasha I am not sure where she is going in life she loves to laugh and dance and did I mention she loves to sing she too has the Beiber fever too like big sister. <br />
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They are my life and it is my job to guide them down the path of life see them graduate, get married and have fmilies of their own till then I will post daily happening in my life with themThe Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-70956685372099583732011-05-01T11:13:00.000-06:002011-05-01T11:13:16.579-06:00Who do you think I amThis show is very interesting, I beleive that is has opened some questions for most people watching season two.<br />
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We all want to know where it is we came from not just the current family but as far back as possible, even of it gives answers that we where not looking for.<br />
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I myself have been looking for a few years to peice the puzzle together. More so now that my younger sister was traigicly taken from us. I wanted to know my line where I come from how we came to be in the states. Most of the peices have been put together prior to me looking do to other family haveing the same questionsThe Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-89156319698646988772011-02-02T12:54:00.000-07:002011-02-02T12:54:07.688-07:00SNOWDAY!!!!!Today is the first official now day here in IOWA......<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So today is filled with lazy times like TV, Pizza, and long naps... Could you hope for anything better </div>The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-45278942897395555292010-06-18T09:52:00.000-06:002010-06-18T09:52:13.418-06:00Yardsale WeekendSo I am gonna try my hand at a yard sale Saturday. I have been to a few so get the idea of what to expect and how to play the game but I just hope that someone comes and buys all my stuff so that I don't have to move it with me to my new home. Most of it is Baby stuff since I am no longer in the business of growing babies I will not have any need for it and I know that some lucky person will love it. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Akahsa</span> is going to be 1 in July and she really did not use a lot of the stuff either and might I add will not miss it. SO hopping that the yard sale fairies being me lots of buyers (WINK WINK)The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-40914022892231234282010-06-15T08:20:00.000-06:002010-06-15T08:20:01.931-06:002 week count downI am getting so stressed at this point I have learned that when I pick up the truck on the 28th I have to drop it back off in Iowa on the 2nd of July. For most people you would think that 4 days would be enough time will not for me. We have to load 2 houses (my MIL is moving to). I planned to load everything on the 29th-30th then leaving really early in the am on the 1st it about a 12 hr drive in a car so I figure with a moving truck it gonna be about 14 hrs, that will put us in there about 5-7pm. My Husband will be working till 3am so I have to unload at my new house, take the rest of the stuff to MIL house then have the truck at the place by 9am on the 2nd. I am gonna have to rethink this whole thing <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">lol</span>. But I do have faith that it will come together with out a problem (wink)The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-65062178123077731702010-06-14T09:43:00.000-06:002010-06-14T09:43:34.472-06:00Pregnancy,Estrogen and WomenPregnancy, Estrogen, and Women <br />
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Q : What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex? <br />
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10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES" <br />
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1. OTHER WOMENThe Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-68964570038809052222010-06-14T09:39:00.000-06:002010-06-14T09:39:44.884-06:00Can I be a Kid againAfter along much needed weekend from work, I have decided that I long to be a kid again. I would like to start over.<br />
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Think about it the only things that you have to worry about are when the next episode of 90210 is on when the new release of <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">NKOTB</span> is coming out, Whose house your gonna be camped out at for the weekend, who's driving you to the YMCA to hang out with your friends.<br />
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The most important thing of your day is meeting your friends at there locker and then walking the halls till the bell rings, and securing your lunch table that you have sat at fro all of time (surprisingly you have not carved your name in it <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">lol</span>)<br />
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The other day while driving a had a discussion with my son who had just stated that he could not wait to be an adult. I informed him that being an adult was not fun and that he should stay a kid for as long as he could. I explained to him that being responsible to pay bills and give up your time to go to work only look like a Good time. <br />
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Thur this conversation I let them know that it was a huge responsibility to take care of babies and that you had to give up <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">alot</span> of the things that you might want like buying new cloths and shoes, because your kids need that stuff........<br />
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To my complete and udder surprise he said Thanks mom I know sometimes where bad and we make you upset, But I think that I am gonna wait a long time to have kids I want to buy a mustang, motor cycle, boat, and a pull trailer so that I can go fishing.......<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So after a year of not taping john finally gave in and released the kids to be on TV. Am I the only one that finds this a tad bit disturbing, It appears to me that they have thrown out the concerns of the kids for a pay check. I will <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">admitt</span> that in the beginning that I was one of the people that was hooked on this out of pure need to understand how you would be able to raise this many babies at one time. But as the years went on it became apparent that the money got the adults hooked and in the end played a vital role in the demise of their family. Which is sad that they put a TV show before their family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now that is not to say that I agree with any of the parties. Kate treated John horrible, in the way that, So were she talked to him her slapping him in the face all the time but on the flip side of that he let that get out of hand I know that with that many kids you get tired and you nerves get real thin but if they would have attacked it as a team it would have helped. I also do not ever condone cheating of any sort John stands strong stating that he never cheated on Kate in any sort of way. Some may argue that him being out all night at a night club doe not help his case.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So all in all I think that the whole thing has issues both parties are to blame and it seams that neither wanted to try and make it work. So were back to the fact that they are once again putting the family on display for the world to watch </div>The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-83230220464552034172010-06-13T15:21:00.000-06:002010-06-13T15:31:40.134-06:00My Babies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfCQ_hS0ftyZWpOrOiyW12oxfhG_4wBJ9qHap4fCItNtkxzVFA_BFVqbWbI4IGGL43bO_f7YwWkevB9Ji0OuuGLzoY3GgQwECZwXVUAvY5yXYLbtJ48gBdXlY-XTCsQe1_RZEtUoTkGk/s1600/kasha.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfCQ_hS0ftyZWpOrOiyW12oxfhG_4wBJ9qHap4fCItNtkxzVFA_BFVqbWbI4IGGL43bO_f7YwWkevB9Ji0OuuGLzoY3GgQwECZwXVUAvY5yXYLbtJ48gBdXlY-XTCsQe1_RZEtUoTkGk/s320/kasha.bmp" /></a></div>Introducing Akasha Jade 7-31-09 This is one of the lights of my life. everyday she never fails to suprise me. She is comming into her own attitude at 10 months old she knows how to command attention from everyone around her, she is attempting to stand and walk, she loves her big brother and big sister is not to fond of being held loves to explore so she keeps me on my feet. She is my only Child that as a baby loves bath time. I was not expecting to have a 3rd baby but she supprised me and has added a new dinamic to my home she is daddys little girl for sure. <br />
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This has led to a drastic decision on our part on April 21st 2010 Mr. Man drove off to Iowa in search of a job. Three long weeks later he found a job that fell in place with his skills and paid him very well. So I ask this question why did it take him leaving his family behind in Colorado to achieve this new beginning (my opinion only) I think that it has something to do with us living in military country to many people and not enough jobs to go around.<br />
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So as a family we have decided to <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">reloca</span><span class="goog-spellcheck-word">te</span> back to our roots. In the short time that he has been there he got hired on full time making more money that he has ever made. ( I might not have to work full time) Secured housing for a family of 5 with more <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">ro</span>om <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">tha</span>n we have ever had. <br />
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Now to make the move deadline of July 1 <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">lol</span> so far I have got everything packed that is not needed, Purchases a train ticket for BIL to be able to come out and help us load the truck and drive back. I do have to say that there is definitely some reservation about this process.<br />
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I am leaving a job that I at one time loved of 4 years but hence the once loved I think that it is time to cut my losses and move on. I have some great opportunities <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">li</span><span class="goog-spellcheck-word">ned</span> up so I am very optimistic. <br />
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The most exciting part is that for the first time in my Children's life they will be surrounded with family and the people that they have only got to visit 1 time a year. Not to mention I will be back with some of the greatest friends and support system. So life is truly looking up for the Anderson family. I know that with out the blessing and support of my near and dear not to mention the man upstairs this would not be possible. <br />
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So we are IOWA BOUND Back to my Roots!!!!!The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-75773350863728254022009-08-26T11:19:00.000-06:002009-08-26T11:36:52.227-06:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQta-dWag3oC12qZQkVcXP7LTltfERwkbrSt5HQiQcI_mMcrOJdtaoC5oHkaBMKFYXA0eCU00ss49BhEVKZKZNjwUco6QU_DMqfIE-m9bkJWq9H-scI_Vv0uJTyA3Ct0jzOpwjcWAug8/s1600-h/whatmscannotdo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374324481358252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQta-dWag3oC12qZQkVcXP7LTltfERwkbrSt5HQiQcI_mMcrOJdtaoC5oHkaBMKFYXA0eCU00ss49BhEVKZKZNjwUco6QU_DMqfIE-m9bkJWq9H-scI_Vv0uJTyA3Ct0jzOpwjcWAug8/s400/whatmscannotdo.jpg" border="0" /></a>So I guess that I Should explaine this just alittle bit.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">In March of 2008 I got up that day only to notice that I had this huge black spot over my left eye. I was some what concerned because I am a diabetic and this is sometimes a sign if issues regarding that. I called the Dr. and they requested that I come right in . I get there and they can not find anything wrong with the eye itself. So the Dr said that it is optic nuritios (sp?) Which is the onset of MS.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This scared me to my core I have taken care of people with this and know some of what will happen in the furture. I am a wife and mother of 3 and I have a life plan of being active with them, and not being a burdento any of them. I am thinking to myself that this must a a cruel joke, but no such luck</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I have since educated myself with any information I could find and know that I can fight this.</div><div align="center">I have made a few fiends at work no less with the same illiness and a fw have had it for 20+ years so I know that I can live with this too.........<br /></div>The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315879465324960860.post-56672447850640304282008-06-27T13:53:00.000-06:002008-06-27T13:54:10.731-06:00Life Quote to live by<a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/getmyspacequotes/quotes/77.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/getmyspacequotes/quotes/77.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>The Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978042583841209094noreply@blogger.com0