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term='turning 40'/><category term='goofy'/><category term='health'/><category term='fat'/><category term='Ocha'/><category term='feeling better'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Big Mama's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, jumbled, often misspelled, unorganized, insightful, strange, irrelevant, awesome, mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>547</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3238531338206564704</id><published>2010-10-14T09:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:28:51.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parris Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOME TODAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are slow at work so I decided to stay home.  The kids are in Parris Island with the NJROTC.  My son really enjoyed ROTC last year and this year he doesn't even want to think about it.  We really want him to find his niche' which he is not even looking for *sigh*.  BUT I think 2 days at Marine boot camp will be good for him.  My daughter was excited to go, this is her first time.  I am wondering what she thinks.  Her BF is on the trip with her as well as her best friend so I know that is all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmama01102/sets/72157623629204980/"&gt;Last year's trip.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went last year and it was so much fun.  I was looking forward to going this year but 2 of the parents that are going are....well... lets just say... are not my kind of people.  I think they are trying to re-live their teen years.  They don't shut up and they are always telling the cadets what to do.  Um, hey (jerky) people, the upper class-men, you know, the ones with rank are the ones to direct the other cadets, NOT YOU!  We as parents are ONLY there for support.  We can listen, offer advice or a shoulder to lean on.  We are not there to have out heads so far up the butts of the people in charge that we can see out their mouths!  We are not there to chit-chat with Lt. Colonel (he is the "teacher" in charge).  We are not there to change the program to suit our needs nor are we there for ourselves.  UGH!  Now you all know why I am not there.  I was really looking forward to it too.  Oh well.  It was better I didn't go than to say something to these 2 morons in front of the children that I would eventually regret. &lt;br /&gt;Please pray and send good karma that my son figures it all out soon.  I am getting tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3238531338206564704?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3238531338206564704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3238531338206564704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3238531338206564704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3238531338206564704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3945130356705340874</id><published>2010-10-10T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:30:08.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaining as usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spark'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been way too long now.  Not much has changed.  Yet tons of things have changed.  Both of my kids are in high school now.  That's huge!  Babygirl went through a couple years of Hell and I am so glad she is starting to grow up.  Littleman isn't so little any more.  He stands 5'11".  He had a great awesome wonderful year last year.  He had a direction and a drive that was unstoppable.   Both kids went to Panama for the summer &amp;amp; came back changed.  She for the better and he for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;All his drive and direction seems to have been replaced with the need to be a slacker who wants to get high, get layed, play video games and fail.  IMHO he is heading down a slippery slope with very little chance of turning it around.  *sigh* He was on the drill team last year and took them to nationals.  He was riding that wave of goodness.  This year I can barely get him out of the bed.  He refuses to go to drill but wants all the benefits it brings.  I don't like him very much lately.  I hope that changes soon.&lt;br /&gt;She seems to have realized that sneaking out, bad behavior and general rebelliousness doesn't get you anywhere.  She is now on the drill team and is involved with her very handsome commanding officer.  "Spark" happens to be a little younger than my son but with a lot on the ball and a wonderful future.  Good kid, good family, good grades and a great smile.&lt;br /&gt;My job is going good for the moment.  I hope we are able to stay afloat through Christmas.  Hubby is wonderful as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;Just please let my son be going through a phase and please let this phase be over really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3945130356705340874?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3945130356705340874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3945130356705340874&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3945130356705340874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3945130356705340874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7919621469144137599</id><published>2009-09-15T14:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:36:19.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFF OF HIATUS FOR JUST A MOMENT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just ask what is wrong with the world today?&lt;br /&gt;I have never talked politics here.  This is my haven, my place to get away from the real world.  I am not liking the world as a whole right now.  I am conservative.  I am also not your typical "stick me in that pigeon hole" type of conservative either.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in freedom and fiscal responsibility.  Spend less than you make and live on less than you earn.  Credit cards are evil.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in personal rights and responsibility.  Take care of yourself, medically and emotionally, it really matters.  I am pro choice (I know that will piss off many) for the simple fact that I don't want someone telling me what I can and can not do with my body.  If you don't want an abortion, don't get one.   I do not think abortions should be legal after the first trimester.  I also don't think they should be used as a form of birth control.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in civil rights wholeheartedly.  I believe every one is created equal.  Judge a person by the content of their character, not the color of their skin, the religion they believe in or their sexual orientation.  I believe in gay rights and gay marriage.  I am tired of my country being so puritanical in thinking that you are not supposed to love one another.  I believe that love is blind, you can not choose who you love or why you love them.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;But on the flip side of that statement I also believe that immigrants as a whole should NOT get a free ride.  I don't get a free ride and I don't want one.  I also don't want to pay for someone else free ride.  My husband is an immigrant.  When he came to this country he had to jump through hoops and we had to pay lots of money for him to even get in line to become a resident.  He became a resident, got his work permit and joined the U.S. Army.  He was working for our government and had the ability to go to war for our country, the country that he chose and he loves so much before he even had the ability to vote.  He became a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEGAL&lt;/span&gt; U.S. citizen in 1995 when I was pregnant for our second child.  He has never said a bad word about this country and he is the most extreme right wing Republican you could ever met.  He too shares my sentiment that illegal means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IL&lt;/span&gt;LEGAL&lt;/span&gt;, that means against the law.  When the illegal aliens are here they drain our society of resources.  I am not against them being here or working.  I am not against immigrants.    Just do what my husband did.  Get your papers in order and do it LEGALLY.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of our country apologizing for all the world's ills.  We used to be the most powerful nation in the world.  Other countries would look at us with a healthy respect.  Now we have turned in to a laughable shadow of our former self.  I have lived in Europe and I have traveled to many other countries.  We are known here in the U.S. as "ugly Americans".  The world views us as a nation of excess and arrogance.  This makes me sad.  My parents and grandparents fought hard to make this nation what it is and it is slipping through our fingers with every apology given.  Hey guess what world, we are the most generous nation on the planet and more than half of you out there wouldn't exist without the help of the U.S.  All our infighting really shows the world how soft our underbelly really is.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dems&lt;/span&gt;, you're wrong and Reps, you're wrong.  Stop fighting amongst yourselves, come together and make this nation great, is that so much to ask?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Healthcare&lt;/span&gt; *sigh* so far all we can agree on is to disagree.  There are great ideas floating around out there, really.  Just open your eyes and ears and check it out, think outside that box.  I like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; I receive.  I don't want to lose it.  I understand that we have lots of people uninsured and a lot of people below the poverty line.  I get it.  Do not throw a wrench in to something that works for so many to take care of the rest.  We need to come up with something to preserve the goodness of what works with figuring out how to take care of those in need.  I have been hospitalized in 3 other countries and I can guaranty the care was less than stellar.  The hospitals were filthy and the wait times were unbearable.  I think if you are getting public assistance of any kind you should get drug tested.  Makes sense to me.  I am tired of seeing these women out here with 5 kids, getting public assistance, driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;outrageously&lt;/span&gt; expensive cars and buying whatever they want.  There is something very broken in this system.  Don't tell me this doesn't happen, just stand in line at Wally-Mart and watch them with their vouchers.  When that is done being sent through the register they buy their clothes and junk food and whatever else public assistance won't pay for.  I'm sorry but if you were really poor and I mean REALLY poor you would be buying clothes at the Goodwill and you wouldn't be eating junk food.  Please, you don't know what poor is until you struggle to put food on the table and keep your lights on.  I've been there.  That's poor!   That is also very real.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in trying to make our nation self sufficient.  Go green if you will.  I believe in solar power, wind power, renewable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resources&lt;/span&gt;.  I also believe in tapping in to our own treasures, as in drilling here and using our own lands and farmers.  I believe in import and export.  It is very important for the world economy but I also believe in buying American as much as we can.  We have an obligation to our own nation and to our own people first and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;foremost&lt;/span&gt; before the rest of the world, not waiting and giving our own people the nasty leftovers.  I believe we should all take time out of our world and volunteer, give a little, embrace a charity.  Do something for your church or your local food bank.  Visit old folk homes.  We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adopted&lt;/span&gt; the Battered Women's Shelter as our charity of choice.  I love the fact that we are helping someone (and their children) who can't help themselves.  The men have beat them down and taken their confidence, society has cast them aside as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;burden&lt;/span&gt; and we can be a light at the end of their tunnel.  When you have strong women and mothers you have a strong society.  I feel very strongly about taking care of my sisters who need me.  Please do something for your fellow man.  We are a very giving nation just look around.&lt;br /&gt;I personally am not taking part in the recession, I am debt free except for my mortgage payment.  Guess what, I can AFFORD my mortgage payment.  I am a grown up with a budget.  I made sure I could afford it when I bought this place.  (unlike many)  We have 4 vehicles, 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dirt bikes&lt;/span&gt;, 1 4wheeler (soon to be another one for the collection) and a trailer.  We haven't even owned a credit card for about 7 or 8 years now.  We work very hard and pay for everything in cash.  That way when the economy craps the bed we don't have to worry.  My interest rates don't go up and I don't risk losing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt;.  If I lost my job tomorrow I would have no worries.  We will make it.  Thanks to no one but ourselves.  My parents taught me that if I work hard and lead a clean life I can have anything and everything available to me.  So far I have worked for every little thing I have.  I am very proud of the fact that we don't go to work to pay others.  We are not rich by any stretch the imagination.  We are normal middle class people with a game plan.  Yes I am one of those people that believes that everyday economics needs to be at least a semester in school.  I wish our congress would figure out that you really can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;spend your way out of debt and you should only spend within your budget.  That's what responsibility means.&lt;br /&gt;Our president, I didn't vote for him.  I was brought up to respect the position that he holds.  I was told to never ever bad mouth or denounce your president.  He and I do not think at all alike.  I'm sure he's a nice guy.  Seems nice enough to me.  Heck, he is apologising to the rest of the world on my behalf.  I don't agree with the fact that he believes that everyone that disagrees with him is a racist.  Um, hello I married an immigrant and have two biracial children, I am not exactly "well to do" and can honestly say that I do not have a racist bone in my body.  The race card does not work here.  I live in America.  We have freedoms here and freedom of speech is one of them.  I just wish for once that my voice could be heard.  I guess you could say I am a liberal leaning conservative.&lt;br /&gt;Is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;I must be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;anomaly&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7919621469144137599?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7919621469144137599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7919621469144137599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7919621469144137599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7919621469144137599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-of-hiatus-for-just-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7548237328531442062</id><published>2009-07-06T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:10:57.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADIOS AMIGOS, ADIOS MY FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided after all these years that it's about time to close the doors.&lt;br /&gt;I am going through a LOT with Babygirl right now.  More than I think I can handle.  I need to focus on my family and try to heal the wounds.  Don't worry, we are all still alive and kicking.  But my house isn't a fun place to be right now.  I am so close to giving up I can't even tell you.  I am sad, angry and hurt by events that have taken place recently.  A lot of things have come to the surface that prove that my mothering skills lack something but I have yet to figure out what.  I want to thank all of you for your kind words of encouragement.  I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; need them right now.  I may be back, but I doubt any time soon.  It's been a good run and I have met some really awesome people.  I may still blurk, that's yet to be seen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SlJL5zNOrTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AzC2GbteuWo/s1600-h/sad-face-thumb343186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SlJL5zNOrTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AzC2GbteuWo/s400/sad-face-thumb343186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426363267263794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7548237328531442062?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7548237328531442062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7548237328531442062&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7548237328531442062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7548237328531442062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/07/adios-amigos-adios-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SlJL5zNOrTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AzC2GbteuWo/s72-c/sad-face-thumb343186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5639696238210583362</id><published>2009-07-03T07:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:36:38.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. my children have gone insane.  No wait they are both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teens&lt;/span&gt; and if they are lucky they will live to see their 20s!  My dear sweet son loves his Xbox live.  We bought him a 3 month subscription.  Was that enough?  NO!  Hubby pulled up his statement and saw there was 4 unauthorized Xbox live charges.  $6 here and &amp;amp; $12 there.  "Do you realize that you are stealing money?  OUR MONEY!?" "Um, no." &lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby went to check on the kids like he always does before he goes to bed and Babygirl was no where to be found and her window was wide open!!!  AFTER MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;She was out with her skank-ho girlfriend that she has been forbade to see.  I don't know what to do anymore.  I have always thought I was a good mother now I am questioning all that.  Where did I go wrong and what have I done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*right?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5639696238210583362?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5639696238210583362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5639696238210583362&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5639696238210583362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5639696238210583362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5442342023967945422</id><published>2009-06-29T07:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:48:51.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy  Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my son is 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you all wrap your head around it?  I can't!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him since Saturday.  He went to spend the night at his friend's house Saturday night for the friend's birthday then they went to Six Flags Atlanta yesterday all day.  They got home really late last night and he is still with them.  I am going to pick him up this afternoon and give him 15 spanks and a pinch to grow and inch, well, he is 5'10" already...  He is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday Lovie you are growing up in to a fine young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3ZYpM2nI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OoDXQ1EmqAM/s1600-h/2733340527_5dfeb91134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3ZYpM2nI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OoDXQ1EmqAM/s400/2733340527_5dfeb91134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729803869706866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3kvJDz0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/n6cjRQMU77I/s1600-h/mrwetkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3kvJDz0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/n6cjRQMU77I/s400/mrwetkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729998887472962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3ravH9uI/AAAAAAAAAvs/GS1HVKgxu8I/s1600-h/453153769_299ae87d4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3ravH9uI/AAAAAAAAAvs/GS1HVKgxu8I/s400/453153769_299ae87d4f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730113669068514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski32FSIwII/AAAAAAAAAv0/qINNh2WJkW4/s1600-h/625018692_51171e6223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski32FSIwII/AAAAAAAAAv0/qINNh2WJkW4/s400/625018692_51171e6223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730296888901762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3-AzGCoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LAf8V2o_y3I/s1600-h/1348953846_85a9d68ec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3-AzGCoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LAf8V2o_y3I/s400/1348953846_85a9d68ec1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730433123912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5442342023967945422?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5442342023967945422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5442342023967945422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5442342023967945422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5442342023967945422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-my-son-is-15-can-you-all-wrap.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Ski3ZYpM2nI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OoDXQ1EmqAM/s72-c/2733340527_5dfeb91134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3078287053602285638</id><published>2009-06-25T08:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:49:28.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juju'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betty Allen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/25/arts/music/25allen.html?_r=1&amp;amp;emc=eta1"&gt;MY THOUGHTS ARE WITH YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine's &lt;a href="http://www.harlemonestop.com/event.php?id=7360"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; passed on Monday.  I didn't hear about it until today.  We have known each other since we were children.  They lived in New York City.  We were not close but I always thought her parents were bigger than life.  They had such a presence when they came in to a room.  My whole life I have always thought that she (my friend) was probably the prettiest person on the whole earth.  Just know that I am thinking about your mom and I am sending strength your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SkN5cl6xBkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9ckltKLQpxI/s1600-h/Betty_Allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SkN5cl6xBkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9ckltKLQpxI/s400/Betty_Allen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351254314368173634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harlemschoolofthearts.org/betty_allen.html"&gt;The world has lost an awesome, beautiful &amp;amp; strong woman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please click on the highlighted links this woman was amazing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3078287053602285638?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3078287053602285638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3078287053602285638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3078287053602285638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3078287053602285638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-thoughts-are-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SkN5cl6xBkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9ckltKLQpxI/s72-c/Betty_Allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8703121514210829491</id><published>2009-06-21T12:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:37:41.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you wonderful fathers out there, I commend you.  Being a good father and provider is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; hard job. &lt;br /&gt;I know because I watch my husband excel at that every single day.  I watch how hard it is to balance the love and discipline.  He does a great job at dividing his time between work, home, both children equally, me and his own time.  I taught him how important it was to keep a part of himself to keep his sanity with his own time.  That is very important to me.  He works out almost daily and I think that helps him not to lose his identity, you know the thing that made me fall in love with him to begin with.  He never complains about anything.  I know sometimes I expect more than he can give, but he gives anyway.  I have always supported him with my whole heart and I always will.  I feel like I am so lucky and blessed that he is the love of my life and the father of my children.&lt;br /&gt;My own father is the best father ever, I can say that because he is mine and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;To all you fathers out there, married or not remember that those children are our next generation.  They are the adults of our future and they deserve the best start.  These babies/children/teens/young adults deserve the best advantages you can provide and facilitate.  They need you.  They need you to believe that they can do everything and anything.  The love of strong parents can not be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;To all you single moms out there that are doing the work of both parents I commend you.  Keep up the good work and keep fighting that good fight for those children.&lt;br /&gt;To all the same sex couples, male or female I commend you as well.  Keep being there for those kids and never give up on them or each other. &lt;br /&gt;Father's Day is a day to celebrate fathers and their contribution to the making and raising your babies.  To the fathers who are there and stepping up to their responsibilities, you are so very awesome and I commend you and to you deadbeat absentee fathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8703121514210829491?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8703121514210829491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8703121514210829491&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8703121514210829491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8703121514210829491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-all-you-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8345264005609639253</id><published>2009-06-19T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:55:27.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TGIF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that?  THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY! &lt;br /&gt;This week has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; fun.  It started out with a bang and has gone downhill from there.  I have been carpooling with the hubby all week.  He has to be to work at 7:30 and I don't have to be to work till 9:00 so needless to say I have been getting to work WAY too early every day.  We both get out at 4:00 so that's good except he is late every day picking me up.  Oh well, I should be thankful we have at least one car that runs.  We have 4 cars and mine is the only one working, go figure.  Work itself has been kinda rough this week but I am somehow managing to get through it.  When I went to bed last night I was having some chest pains.  That is never good.  Blood pressure was a little elevated but over all everything was fine.  It still hurts a little this morning.  You know how it feels when you get hit really hard and you are going to get a bruise?  That is exactly what it feels like.  If it continues, I will get it seen later.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the Latin Festival on River Street this weekend, that should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this weekend totally ROCKS! and I hope everyone out there has a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8345264005609639253?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8345264005609639253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8345264005609639253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8345264005609639253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8345264005609639253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/tgif.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6812885664794523704</id><published>2009-06-16T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:42:51.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sad for a good friend of mine today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtoctv.com/Global/story.asp?S=10536823"&gt;There was an accident.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It killed a mother, a son and his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend is her best friend.  I can't console my friend and it hurts me for her.  This woman was her rock and her lifeline.  She was everything to her.  She picked her up and dusted her off after her divorce.  She has pulled her out of depression a few times and was always willing to do anything it took to make my friend's life as full as possible.  My friend is getting ready to move and this woman was landscaping and painting, anything that needed to be done was getting done.  Her son was a mentor and a father figure for my friend's son (who is 13).  He is devastated.  Not only did he lose a woman who was like another mother but his "big brother" as well.  I didn't realize it until it was brought to my attention, but I also know the mother of the girlfriend that was killed.&lt;br /&gt;So tragic.&lt;br /&gt;So sudden.&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6812885664794523704?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6812885664794523704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6812885664794523704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6812885664794523704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6812885664794523704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-sad-for-good-friend-of-mine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5286266247957273247</id><published>2009-06-15T06:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:00:13.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TGIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(thank God it's Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well it was a good weekend and the incident from the other day has blown over and thankfully all is well.  Yesterday we cleaned, cleaned and cleaned some more.  I just couldn't wait to come to work to relax.  But I have to say I stayed up way too late both nights this weekend and last night I had a hard time going to sleep.  *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* Just what I need, MORE problems sleeping?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter had a friend stay over last night and I really like this friend.  Poor kid didn't like what I served for dinner and I offered to make her something else or she could have had cereal (an offer my own kid NEVER get) but she was a trooper and ate the whole thing.  Her parents raised her right.  I don't have much food in the house because I didn't go shopping this weekend so I hope they can fend for themselves today.&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Monday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5286266247957273247?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5286266247957273247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5286266247957273247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5286266247957273247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5286266247957273247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/mgim.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1633827310901827718</id><published>2009-06-12T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:40:10.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday is Better than Humpday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost out of here for the weekend.  I am tired and more than ready to just not think.  The kids had friends sleep over last night.  That's a good thing right?  Well until the power went out around 8:30.  What on earth were they going to do without their computers and video games?  They played silly kid games like we used to play when we were kids.  They all piled in to my son's room and talked and laughed by candlelight.  It was a good time....um.... until I found out today that they all ended up sleeping in there.  That is SO not cool!  I am glad they enjoyed each others company and they had fun....  but I could not stay up all night and supervise them.  Now I feel guilty that I was tired and went to bed.  What will their parents think?  I know if my child was at another person's house and that happened, I would be MORTIFIED! &lt;br /&gt;Hell, I AM mortified!&lt;br /&gt;Now what should I do?  I know, breathing is a good thing to continue to do, but what do I say?  I know nothing happened, Oh GOD I HOPE nothing happened. &lt;br /&gt;UGH! HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1633827310901827718?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1633827310901827718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1633827310901827718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1633827310901827718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1633827310901827718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-is-better-than-humpday-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6497395641945439527</id><published>2009-06-11T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:52:39.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, it's Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more day till Friday.  So soon yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work but I am feeling lazy and useless today.  Maybe tomorrow will be better.  I should have a great attitude, I still have a job and life is good.  Wish me luck that I keep my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;ADD in check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I don't really know if (or think) I have ADD, but my son does and I fully feel like he must feel most days.  I can not keep a straight thought on ANYTHING today.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6497395641945439527?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6497395641945439527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6497395641945439527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6497395641945439527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6497395641945439527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/yep-its-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3501078583659680735</id><published>2009-06-08T17:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:13:30.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis-Fer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy  Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday my Angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I celebrate the birth of one of the few wonderful people in my world that made me who I am today.  He made me see that having children was a actually a good thing.  He always showed the wide eyed hope of a wonderful future.  He was a very affectionate person, always ready with a hug and a great big smile.  When he was a baby he demanded hugs and kisses all the time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2aMavN90I/AAAAAAAAAu8/N8ao918Dg8s/s1600-h/lui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2aMavN90I/AAAAAAAAAu8/N8ao918Dg8s/s400/lui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345097870885123906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I miss him every day, my heart aches with the pain only a true loved one can feel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2aWl0sDRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z0AkhVVWZmY/s1600-h/lui2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2aWl0sDRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z0AkhVVWZmY/s400/lui2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345098045659548946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do something anything to get him back.  But I do know without a doubt that he is his son's guardian angel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2agdm6xPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ylU2f79HfGc/s1600-h/lui3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2agdm6xPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ylU2f79HfGc/s400/lui3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345098215253001458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The world is a better place just because you were in it.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace my love, Happy Birthday and I hope you have always known just how loved you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3501078583659680735?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3501078583659680735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3501078583659680735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3501078583659680735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3501078583659680735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-my-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/Si2aMavN90I/AAAAAAAAAu8/N8ao918Dg8s/s72-c/lui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7541036477644110117</id><published>2009-06-07T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:24:30.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random Ponderings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am turning into a weekly blogger *sigh* I don't want to be one of those!  I want to be full of tons of things to talk about.  I want to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really having fun reading about my friend's lives on Facebook.  Sadly I don't have much to share there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break from the Sims and this weekend I played for a few hours.  It was awesome, I forgot how much I liked playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad things happened in my nieces world this weekend, please keep her, &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonville.com/news/metro/2009-06-07/story/parents_friends_mourn_teens_lost_in_i-295_crash"&gt;her friend and their families &lt;/a&gt;in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that one of my dearest friends just got engaged and I am SO very happy for them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on oxygen at night for about a month now.  I am used to it (in fact I am wearing it right now) and now when I sleep without it I feel like shit.  I actually look forward to "hooking up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friends and I hope I post more than once this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7541036477644110117?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7541036477644110117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7541036477644110117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7541036477644110117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7541036477644110117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-ponderings.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-563978375558221715</id><published>2009-06-01T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:37:23.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me again'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAD COMPANY THIS WEEKEND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today is my birthday, I am 38 again...&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SiPLcn8SaGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/mbwc1TWzy_I/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SiPLcn8SaGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/mbwc1TWzy_I/s400/me2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342337275610163298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-563978375558221715?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/563978375558221715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=563978375558221715&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/563978375558221715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/563978375558221715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-company-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SiPLcn8SaGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/mbwc1TWzy_I/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2715744542850929355</id><published>2009-05-28T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:06:21.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A LITTLE FUNNY FOR YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called to check up on my daughter and I could hear "road noise" like she was outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I asked,"Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;To which she replied,"I'm walking the dog." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I said,"No you're not.  What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BG,"I'm walking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,"With who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BG,"The (insert skank-ho gf that I forbade to come to my house ever again)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,"You're in trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BG,"I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,"You need to head back to the house, NOW!  Make sure she calls her mother to come get her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BG,"Yes ma'am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. What the F is going on with her, has her head come completely off her body?  The only reason I know for a fact that she is NOT walking the dog is because the dog is getting fixed today and I have to pick him up after 3:00.  She lied to my face yet again and has the only person not allowed at my house AT MY HOUSE!  Um, duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please wish me luck that I don't feel the need to kill her in her sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2715744542850929355?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2715744542850929355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2715744542850929355&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2715744542850929355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2715744542850929355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-funny-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6463133746122601613</id><published>2009-05-27T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:23:38.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEGLECT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's what you call it.  I have been neglecting this place woefully.  So I decided to brush out the cobwebs and spruce it up around here.  You know, to make it seem a little more like home.  I have been chilling over at that place known as FACEBOOK.  You know that place?  It's pretty cool.  I unfortunately check that page over there more than I come over here.  That my friends is called neglect.  I have neglected that private side of myself and neglect all of you.  All (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) 5 of you maybe on a good day? &lt;br /&gt;Pedro is adjusting well.  He is a quirky little animal.  Anything he finds on the porch is hauled out to a certain spot in the back yard.  He tries to bury shoes (and socks).  He does not eat if I am standing next to him.  He is very affectionate.  Oh and did I tell you, he's blind?  He can see light and dark and movement.  That's it.  He doesn't know who you are until you talk.  It's funny when you sneak up on him, he just about pees himself.  He is so sweet, I am glad we got him.  My son is mad at me because we are getting him fixed tomorrow and says I am taking away his manhood...  That coming from a 14 year old boy of course.  My folks are coming up this weekend to celebrate me.  It is my birthday on the 1st.  So I am going to have good food and lots of laughs, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Humpday Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6463133746122601613?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6463133746122601613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6463133746122601613&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6463133746122601613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6463133746122601613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/05/neglect.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8412456879814040476</id><published>2009-05-18T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:29:49.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*HEAVY SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is out of town and my daughter decides to act up.  WTF is that?  I promised not to tell on her so now I have a slave for the entire summer.  Oh and my son does too...  She and her hoochie skank-ho "friend" acted up and if you know me. &lt;br /&gt;BIG MAMA DON'T PLAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say "friend" is not allowed at my house ever again and Babygirl has had her phone privileges revoked.  Why do the teen years have to be so hard?  This is the first time I have ever whipped her with a belt.  But as a mom you gotta do what you gotta do.  I wished I could have belted the "friend" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8412456879814040476?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8412456879814040476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8412456879814040476&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8412456879814040476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8412456879814040476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/05/heavy-sigh-hubby-is-out-of-town-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2819552103380892427</id><published>2009-05-12T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:13:29.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a sad day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has lost a wonderful woman today.  My husband's grandmother passed this afternoon.  She has been sick and was in the hospital.  It doesn't make this any easier.  I vowed when I was 13 and lost my dear grandmother that I would never love an old person again.  It was too hard to lose them.  Well, I didn't keep that promise to myself and I found myself adoring my husband's grandmother despite myself...&lt;br /&gt;"Ocha" Her name was Ambrosia and we all called her "Ocha".  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SgnJuza6t1I/AAAAAAAAAus/bYwxYPQu81M/s1600-h/ocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SgnJuza6t1I/AAAAAAAAAus/bYwxYPQu81M/s400/ocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335017039511336786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was a tiny little spitfire of a woman.  She loved a good joke and loved to tease people.  She didn't speak a word of English nor I Spanish, but that didn't matter.  We really enjoyed each others company.  My mother in law or my husband would interpret for us.  She really loved my children, her great-grandchildren.  Since my huband's father passed away when he was still an infant, my grandmother in law lived with him helping raise him.  He turned out awesome in great part because she was a driving force in the family.  I am going to miss her terribly.  I do know that she is now out of pain and she is with her family and friends that have all gone before her.  She had lived for almost 94 years.  That's a looong time.  She had 4 children and several grandchildren and great grandchildren, not to mention their children... This woman started a legacy.  She saw this world change in so many ways.  Ways that we will never know.   Sometimes for the good and sometimes not so good.  I wish I could have spent more time with her.  I guess we can all say that when a person we love dies.&lt;br /&gt;Te Quiero Ocha. Hasta Luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2819552103380892427?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2819552103380892427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2819552103380892427&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2819552103380892427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2819552103380892427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-sad-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SgnJuza6t1I/AAAAAAAAAus/bYwxYPQu81M/s72-c/ocha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-658392959288904449</id><published>2009-05-04T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:27:23.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*quickies*&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like a quickie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked Pedro up Saturday.  He is so shy and terrified of my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7269960@N02/415929777/"&gt;sweet gentle Chomba&lt;/a&gt;.  For no reason at all.  He is very skittish, doesn't come when he's called, doesn't chase tennis balls and doesn't eat very much.  I gave him a treat and he walked away to eat it.  He got a bath yesterday and seemed to take forever to dry out.  He likes my daughter's soccer ball and tries to carry it around.  He found an old pair of my husband's pants and carries those all over the place.  Um..K.  I gave him a stuffie this morning and we'll see if he chews it to bits or just carries it around &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/soozieq/3388125310/"&gt;like Moto does&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Went to the surgeon this morning to find out the results of the biopsy on my face and *woot woot* it is just a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7269960@N02/1910886029/in/set-72157606549863763/"&gt;rogue freckle&lt;/a&gt;.  She said it is a very large fast growing rouge freckle, but nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Got the results of my sleep study and it came back as my oxygen is so depleted when I sleep that it is waking me up.  So now they want to put me on suplemental oxygen when I sleep, do another sleep study and see if that helps.  I'm sure it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So there you have it folks, finally all Dr. appointments are done, all stitches are out, I am healthy.  I am happy with my new dog and I am still missing &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7269960@N02/415929770/in/set-72157600907257108/"&gt;Alli&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-658392959288904449?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/658392959288904449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=658392959288904449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/658392959288904449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/658392959288904449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/05/quickies-who-doesnt-like-quickie-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7771809056362880760</id><published>2009-04-30T19:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:10:10.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 THINGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may already know, but I have been pretty quiet thus far.  It is painful but now is the time I feel I must share.  It has been almost a month now that my beloved Alli has taken a leave of absence.  When we were vising my brother for his Baptism Alli decided to wander.  She is a girl with a driving need to travel.  She has taken off before only to be back in a matter of minutes/hours and in some cases days.  She always managed to find her way back to us.  We have combed the area.  We have driven around looking for her and even notified animal controls in 2 different counties.  Of course all this was to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;Alli is gone and I don't see her coming back anytime soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGx445ExI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZpDWpCxXX_E/s1600-h/hullooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGx445ExI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZpDWpCxXX_E/s400/hullooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330650931844944658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGtQDwl5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/r86_-QqLPEo/s1600-h/alligoober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGtQDwl5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/r86_-QqLPEo/s400/alligoober.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330650852165195666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGojivNgI/AAAAAAAAAts/TL8D2fzh1Dk/s1600-h/happyalli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGojivNgI/AAAAAAAAAts/TL8D2fzh1Dk/s400/happyalli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330650771496056322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We miss you, you big goober.&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day you find it in your heart to come back to us.  We are your family and we love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I went to the local &lt;a href="http://www.humanesocietysav.org/animal_view.asp?PhotosPage=3&amp;amp;PhotoID=1324"&gt;Humane Society&lt;/a&gt; (looking for Alli) and found a dog that is already part of our family.  I knew it the minute I met him.  He is so cute.  I talked to the hubby and I even brought him over there so they could meet.  Now mind you I am technically NOT a dog person.  I like other people's dogs and I would really like a "pocket" dog.  But I totally prefer cats.  Alli was a good dog to have around.  She was so protective of her people and she was fun to play with.  I miss the old dork.  Since I have an acre of fenced in yard, I decided that this homeless pup needs to come live with us. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpJCe-4maI/AAAAAAAAAuE/siBMLWFh2WM/s1600-h/Pedro.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpJCe-4maI/AAAAAAAAAuE/siBMLWFh2WM/s400/Pedro.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330653415971789218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They named him Chance, but I am going to call him Pedro...&lt;br /&gt;If or when Alli ever does come back, we will welcome her home with open arms and enjoy having 2 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on an almost unrelated subject, I totally have the hots for Cesar Millan... You know, the dog whisperer.  Yeah, I would totally go there... Yeah so what... At least I know what I like...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpK2kyWQbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SaKmCRE1U2c/s1600-h/cm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpK2kyWQbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SaKmCRE1U2c/s400/cm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330655410394644914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpKmBV_6KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1_e31VxFG_E/s1600-h/cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpKmBV_6KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1_e31VxFG_E/s400/cm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330655126002591906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpKD7nR1DI/AAAAAAAAAuM/TuN4qqGkKec/s1600-h/cm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpKD7nR1DI/AAAAAAAAAuM/TuN4qqGkKec/s400/cm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330654540348904498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7771809056362880760?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7771809056362880760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7771809056362880760&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7771809056362880760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7771809056362880760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SfpGx445ExI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZpDWpCxXX_E/s72-c/hullooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5078815237082776119</id><published>2009-04-28T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:56:09.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a biopsy of the mole on my face.  Now I am walking around with blue stitches in my face.  Attractive to say the least.  I will post pics as soon as my son takes some of it.  I wore a blue shirt today so at least I match.  I will get those results on Monday (hopefully sooner).&lt;br /&gt;You know, I went in for a pap on March 31st and have seen more Dr.s who are poking, prodding, squishing and taking my blood than I ever have in my whole entire life.  Do they not understand that I am well, I am not a sick person.  There is NOTHING wrong with me.  I have 3 more Dr.s appointments before I can call it quits.  Hopefully NO MORE after these.  I hate going to the Dr.  I hate being in their offices with their bad muzak.  I hate sitting next to Coughy McSnifflebottoms.  Not to mention all the co-pays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND FOR THE LAST TIME I AM NOT SICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5078815237082776119?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5078815237082776119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5078815237082776119&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5078815237082776119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5078815237082776119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4402290479280888614</id><published>2009-04-26T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:50:59.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Quickie Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet handsome hubby is home, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4402290479280888614?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4402290479280888614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4402290479280888614&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4402290479280888614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4402290479280888614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/quickie-update-my-sweet-handsome-hubby.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5029621792808705832</id><published>2009-04-23T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:38:28.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me again'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!  Can we all say party at my place!? &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jackson called and said that she had called the pathologist directly because she was concerned about my biopsy and asked if there was any way to move me up to the top of the list.  Well, the pathologist had just finished with mine and told the Dr. that it is "Benign Fibrocystic Calcifications".  Which means I am fine!!!  I am more than fine!  I am wonderful today.  Thanks for all the well wishes and good Karma.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to go back there for 6 months!  WoooHoooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5029621792808705832?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5029621792808705832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5029621792808705832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5029621792808705832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5029621792808705832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-good-news-can-we-all-say-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6253904529183819821</id><published>2009-04-22T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:52:53.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Quickie Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is still in Panama.  Had an oxygen saturation sleep study done last night.  Had my biopsy a day early and got it over with this morning.  My boob looks like hell and it won't stop bleeding but all in all everything is good.  They weren't able to get it all so they will test what they have and if it's benign they will leave it alone.  So I don't think I will have to do that again...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the good Karma and prayers, I know you guys love me and that means a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6253904529183819821?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6253904529183819821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6253904529183819821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6253904529183819821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6253904529183819821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/quickie-update-hubby-is-still-in-panama.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4948478599485758674</id><published>2009-04-21T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:05:02.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES MAMMOGRAMS ARE IMPORTANT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it O.K.!&lt;br /&gt;I had one last Wednesday.  Then on Thursday I get a call that they needed me to come back in.  O.K. so I went back in yesterday.  They Xeroxed me again and put me in a little waiting room.  Whew glad that's over.  Then the tech pokes her head around the corner and says the radiologist wants another view and to step back in to the torture chamber, err, I mean the imaging room.  So they squash it 3 more ways that I didn't even know was humanly possible.  Then I was sent back to sit some more.  Well long story short (if that is ever possible with me) I have to go back Thursday for a biopsy.  Do they not understand that I just did a 5K on Saturday for breast cancer, therefor I am immune....  O.K. well, it was worth a shot.  I don't think it's anything and I'm sure when they get the results back they will tell me the same.  Oh and it doesn't help that the Hubby is out of the country until Monday.  I do O.K. when he is out of town but I wouldn't mind if he gave me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4948478599485758674?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4948478599485758674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4948478599485758674&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4948478599485758674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4948478599485758674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-mammograms-are-important.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8687859235315861005</id><published>2009-04-18T12:21:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:54:02.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race for the Cure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GUESS WHAT I DID TODAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did my  first ever 5K!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRvk-P80I/AAAAAAAAAtU/tpPYMLaEy2M/s1600-h/S7300734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRvk-P80I/AAAAAAAAAtU/tpPYMLaEy2M/s320/S7300734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326089018395325250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We raised money for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure breast cancer research foundation.&lt;br /&gt;We had the option to run "In Memory of or In Celebration of"&lt;br /&gt;Of course I picked my Luis Fernandito.  I know it wasn't cancer, but I do a lot in my life in his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoR0fwMsnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bsXV64nS0mw/s1600-h/S7300735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoR0fwMsnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bsXV64nS0mw/s320/S7300735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326089102893560434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hubby ran in memory of his father who passed away from colon cancer when my hubby was only 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoR7uF74bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-S81X_gURyQ/s1600-h/S7300736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoR7uF74bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-S81X_gURyQ/s320/S7300736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326089227001913778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruby was even there!!!  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRo_qXjRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HEB-MBEYGSw/s1600-h/S7300731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRo_qXjRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HEB-MBEYGSw/s320/S7300731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326088905300610322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is T-Mom she is now a colon cancer survivor...  She was also our team captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoO6s5JADI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Da9cdqFPqMU/s1600-h/S7300726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoO6s5JADI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Da9cdqFPqMU/s320/S7300726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326085910965059634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't get very many pics of me so of course I am posting them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoO17u7MCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/boK8y1CRw8k/s1600-h/S7300723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoO17u7MCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/boK8y1CRw8k/s320/S7300723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326085829049397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my view nearing the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRi1S_bRI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9EuUPE3TU14/s1600-h/S7300729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRi1S_bRI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9EuUPE3TU14/s320/S7300729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326088799438990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were lots and lots and lots of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoOpZE8KhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/bKGlq_aA7Wc/s1600-h/S7300718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoOpZE8KhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/bKGlq_aA7Wc/s320/S7300718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326085613588064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoOxNHoKEI/AAAAAAAAAss/QHenXuvdMGc/s1600-h/S7300720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoOxNHoKEI/AAAAAAAAAss/QHenXuvdMGc/s320/S7300720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326085747817064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8687859235315861005?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8687859235315861005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8687859235315861005&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8687859235315861005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8687859235315861005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-what-i-did-today-i-did-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SeoRvk-P80I/AAAAAAAAAtU/tpPYMLaEy2M/s72-c/S7300734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2725262911678692741</id><published>2009-04-14T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:52:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHhhhmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever been so happy to see Tuesday arrive.  Yesterday was such a Monday.  The kids are on spring break and they are both grounded, ugh!  I got to work late.  When I got here my computer could not connect to the network.  It didn't get fixed until around 11:00.  We had bad weather all day.  The tornado sirens went off just as I was getting out of here to head home.  I hate driving in the rain.  It was raining so hard I couldn't see the road in front of me yet some jackass decided that they just had to ride my bumper for the 10 mile stretch of desolate back road all the way home.  I couldn't pull over because both sides of the road were flooded.  I came to a near complete stop and they still wouldn't go around me.  I really hate people like that.  I didn't even get to eat dinner last night.  I have been exhausted lately and I just put my jammies on and went to bed.  I never did get to see the hubby.  The kids loved on me for a minute.  That's always nice.  Hope you all are having a great Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2725262911678692741?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2725262911678692741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2725262911678692741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2725262911678692741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2725262911678692741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/hhhhhhmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3530484073472098955</id><published>2009-04-12T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:33:26.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3530484073472098955?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3530484073472098955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3530484073472098955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3530484073472098955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3530484073472098955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2549948875400867701</id><published>2009-04-10T07:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:38:08.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TGIF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's Friday.  We have had an auditor in here all week.  We have had 4 since November.  I guess that's what happens when people rob you of hundreds of thousands of dollars.  I know I don't do anything wrong, but it makes me look at the girls I work with and wonder what they are up to.  I highly doubt any of them would do anything.  But then again the girls who took from us before seemed to be on the up and up.  the audit went well and I'm not worried.  I just hate to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be on my toes.  Sometimes I just want to sit back, chill and do my work. &lt;br /&gt;A very strange thing happened to the hubby and I yesterday.  We were on our way out and he asked me to remind him to go to the auto parts store on our way home.  I told him there was no hurry so why don't we just pop in there on our way.  We pulled in and he got out of the car.  As soon as he stood up a woman got out of the SUV next to us and gave him a big hug.  That was odd.  He motioned to me to get out and meet her.  It just so happens it was a woman that he went to school with that was a good friend of his sister.  In fact he went to the prom with her.  That was cool.  We are going to their place on Saturday for a cookout.  We met her husband and he was very handsome.  We also got to meet their 3 children.  That was just by chance.  After we parted ways I called my sister in law and told her all about it.  She said that she had just talked to this lady the night before.  Wow!  I love when good things happen.  Hope you all have a perfectly awesome weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2549948875400867701?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2549948875400867701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2549948875400867701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2549948875400867701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2549948875400867701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1294670604014535954</id><published>2009-04-03T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:29:07.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men can be so gross sometimes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UM, EW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to one of my attorney's office and it smelled like fart, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1294670604014535954?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1294670604014535954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1294670604014535954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1294670604014535954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1294670604014535954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-ew.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5371334893344889255</id><published>2009-04-03T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:31:47.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn doctors'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN I VENT PLEASE!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. First off I finally got my appointment to get my boobs Xeroxed (yay me!) on the 15th.  O.K. I just got a call from my Dr.s office....  Let me preface this by saying they revamped the insurance at the hospital where the hubby works and although the copay is lower it is more red tape...  With that said.&lt;br /&gt;They called and told me they can't refer me to the specialists that I need.  WTF?!  My obgyn is considered a specialist and I need to get referrals from my primary care physician.  THEY ARE MY PRIMARY CARE PHYSICIANS!!!  I have no other reason to ever grace the doors of a Dr.s office other than when I go in for my yearly.  So what am I supposed to do now?  Get a "primary care physician" and walk in the door and say,"you don't know me and I really don't need you but please give me a referral to the Cardiologist that I have been seeing for 2 years and a surgeon.."  Yeah that sounds really smart now doesn't it.  I called my hubby and he said he has a list of Dr.s that are on an approved list (WTF is that?!).  So of course I asked him to look at the list and pick one.  He told me,"we can do it together..." which is guy speak for I will procrastinate so long that you will be SOL.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;If this is what "universal health care" is going to look like, I don't want any part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5371334893344889255?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5371334893344889255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5371334893344889255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5371334893344889255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5371334893344889255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-vent-please-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5829678257780164516</id><published>2009-03-31T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:18:12.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAKING CARE OF ME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I am taking care of me.  I went for my annual physical today which I am ashamed to admit I haven't been to since 07.  The Dr. was amazed to find that my BP is a LOT lower than it was in the past thanks to my meds.  That I am in fact wearing glasses and that I weigh exactly (right down to the ".4") what I did the last time I was there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2 YEARS AGO!&lt;/span&gt;...   She did refer me to a surgeon to have a cancer screen and have him remove a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7269960@N02/1910886029/"&gt;mole on my face&lt;/a&gt; (ugh of all places).  That's cool, whatever.  I also have to get my boobs squashed and mangled in a zerox machine, what fun!  But over all my health so far looks awesome.  Yeah and my blood tests will take a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends we will celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5829678257780164516?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5829678257780164516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5829678257780164516&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5829678257780164516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5829678257780164516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-care-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1163668155295395941</id><published>2009-03-30T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:50:00.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOME AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, T-Mom is home and extremely uncomfortable.  But hey she's home and the plumbing is working.  I haven't been over to the house to bother her yet, but I have talked to her on the phone.  I wanted to give her time to settle in before exhausting her with my presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to me (remember it's all about me).  All 4 of us went to the gym on Saturday to do some family workout.  It was good except I forgot to take my BP meds that morning and I ended up not feeling too good.  Then just as we were getting ready to leave the tornado sirens blared.  So we had to evacuate.  That was strange.  We left and it was raining a little.  We live about 6-7 miles from the gym and about 1/2 way home the rain was torrential!  I could not wait to get home.  I was a little sore, but nothing terrible.  Well, yesterday Littleman and I went to downtown Savannah to take pictures for a project he needs to do for school.  We walked for a very long time, then met up with some friends of mine for dinner.  Can I just tell you that my legs are screaming at me right now!!!  My thighs are killing me.  All because I wanted some family time.  *heehee* maybe the gym wasn't such a smart idea.  I am ultimately sedentary you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1163668155295395941?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1163668155295395941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1163668155295395941&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1163668155295395941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1163668155295395941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again-well-t-mom-is-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1522408986009488269</id><published>2009-03-26T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:50:34.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WENT TO SEE T-MOM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see my bud last night and she looks a heck of a lot better than I thought she would look.  She was sitting up, that was good.  She even took a little walk down the hall and back.  We were there maybe 10 minutes.  That's all she could really handle so we left.  I hope to see her again maybe tomorrow.  I brought a wet well card over to where she does karate and had them all sign it.  I picked it up on my way over last night and gave it to her.  That made her smile.  I also took a picture of Babygirl holding a note that told her to get well and that she loved her.  They got the pathology report yesterday and it was ALL GOOD NEWS! &lt;br /&gt;Well, I had better actually get to work now.  Thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1522408986009488269?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1522408986009488269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1522408986009488269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1522408986009488269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1522408986009488269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-see-t-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5420328400462836226</id><published>2009-03-24T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:56:12.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Mom is hanging in there.  She got out of surgery around 6:00 last night.  It took her a long time to shake the anesthesia, but she is doing O.K.  As her husband says,"she is getting her color back."  I hope to see her tonight depending on how she's feeling of course.  Thanks for the good karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5420328400462836226?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5420328400462836226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5420328400462836226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5420328400462836226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5420328400462836226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-t-mom-is-hanging-in-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6297827007726339472</id><published>2009-03-23T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:49:16.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SURGERY DAY TODAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bud is having her surgery to remove a part of her colon, intestine and lymph nodes.  The surgery starts at 12:30.  Please send a good amount of karma this way please.&lt;br /&gt;She is in great spirits which is a good thing.  They have determined that it has not spread and she is in stage 1.  Thank God!  This is very treatable and she may not need chemo.  Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have an awesome Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6297827007726339472?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6297827007726339472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6297827007726339472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6297827007726339472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6297827007726339472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/surgery-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-9022178043311603807</id><published>2009-03-19T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:48:28.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOTIVATION???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What motivation, I have none.  Is it just me or does anyone out there feel like a steaming pile-o-poo?  I mean it takes all the energy I have just to get up in the morning.  It is unreal.  What's worse is going to bed at 7:30 and sleeping until morning and waking up tired.  That is so very wrong.  I am hoping that this will pass soon because I am so tired of being tired.  We had company this last weekend and more company on St. Patty's Day but it wasn't too much or too many.  It was really nice actually.  I just feel drained.  Kinda strange since I am more of a high energy kinda person. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-9022178043311603807?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/9022178043311603807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=9022178043311603807&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/9022178043311603807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/9022178043311603807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivation-what-motivation-i-have-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-9049257670653481649</id><published>2009-03-16T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:58:22.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY POSTS HAVE BEEN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much happening in my life lately which is good I suppose.  T-Mom is hanging in there.  She is scared and I don't blame her.  We went to dinner with them on Friday night and she is having a hard time wrapping her head around it all.  She spent the whole weekend cleaning like a mad woman.  I understand the need to stay busy.  She goes in for blood work tomorrow and the surgery is scheduled for Monday.  This is all happening so fast.  Her mom is a chemo nurse and is coming to spend time with her while she is recovering.  Her dad lives in Connecticut and will be down here as well.  She has an awesome support system and a plethora of friends.  I guess that just shows what a wonderful person she is.  I told her that if she loses her hair with the chemo, I will shave my head so she won't be the only funny looking woman in town.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are great the the hubby is awesome BTW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-9049257670653481649?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/9049257670653481649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=9049257670653481649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/9049257670653481649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/9049257670653481649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-posts-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8511781568419377688</id><published>2009-03-10T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:30:06.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW IF YOU REMEMBER MY BUD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went on vacation with them a couple of Thanksgivings ago.&lt;br /&gt;We were so thankful (and still are) that we made friends with them.  We love them both as well as their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we received some bad news today.  My friend T-Mom was diagnosed with colon cancer.  She is the same age as me.  We are all really scared.  It is malignant and they told her that today.  She goes in for more tests, MRI's and CAT scans this week and will have surgery next week.  Wow, that is hard to imagine.  Please send good karma, prayers and love.  She really needs it right now.  Hell, I need it right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SbcTrHkUq3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/WKUG3oCyjjc/s1600-h/meandt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SbcTrHkUq3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/WKUG3oCyjjc/s320/meandt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311735916993489778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-Mom, love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8511781568419377688?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8511781568419377688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8511781568419377688&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8511781568419377688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8511781568419377688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-if-you-remember-my-bud-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SbcTrHkUq3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/WKUG3oCyjjc/s72-c/meandt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5723463667060510115</id><published>2009-03-05T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:44:48.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lack of Enthusiasm &amp;amp; Random BS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am full of energy and life, but for some reason, I am exhausted.  All this week I have come to work and done very little.  Oh, I have a lot to do and more is piling up by the day.  I think I am having burnout. &lt;br /&gt;My daughter forgot her books this morning and I was well on my way in to work.  I turned around, headed back home cuss-texted her, got her stuff and headed to her school.  I called the boss to let him know I was going to be late.  I was 40 minutes late, everyone was here and it was still ME who unlocked the front door.  What if I hadn't come to work at all?  Oh and yesterday I started a fire in the kitchen here at work. *sigh* I thought the toaster oven was off... oops...  We were able to put it out but it stunk up the place.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you all know this but I play The Sims 2.  I have been playing it since 2004.  Well, my game crashed and I have lost 5 years worth of work *sigh* that might be a part of my moods lately.  We even restored the computer to an earlier date, but all was lost.&lt;br /&gt;My son got a phone call the other day from the football coach at the high school.  He has been recruited for the JV team for his freshman year.  How cool is that?  He has to go to weight training for the next few months.  He is really liking it.  I am loving it for him. &lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all are having a much better week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5723463667060510115?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5723463667060510115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5723463667060510115&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5723463667060510115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5723463667060510115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/03/lack-of-enthusiasm-random-bs.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2312347064815019764</id><published>2009-02-26T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:27:28.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tysgirl.wordpress.com/2009/02/15/in-case-you-were-wondering/"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYDNEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful one month old today!&lt;br /&gt;Your mom and pop rock for keeping you healthy, happy well fed, comfortable and well, just face it you are still alive and squealing right?&lt;br /&gt;Just sending you some Big Mama blog love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SabCt_FDcBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KCVAe-l_CSM/s1600-h/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SabCt_FDcBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KCVAe-l_CSM/s400/gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307143306185240594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2312347064815019764?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2312347064815019764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2312347064815019764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2312347064815019764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2312347064815019764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-sydney-you-are-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SabCt_FDcBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KCVAe-l_CSM/s72-c/gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-656380590100902375</id><published>2009-02-24T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:48:04.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUICK RANDOMNESS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving to work yesterday morning, just sitting in non-moving traffic.  As I usually do, I looked in my rear view mirror to see what the person behind me looks like (yeah, like you all don't do that!) and the person looked JUST LIKE "&lt;a href="http://www.wallpapergate.com/data/media/372/Michael_Phelps_001.jpg"&gt;Smokey McPotterson&lt;/a&gt;"!  I kid you not, they had that strange shaped loppy chin thing going on, short dark hair and everything!  I was staring at them, really.  Then the person leaned forward and I got a better look at them.....&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A WOMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;A poor unfortunate looking woman to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-656380590100902375?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/656380590100902375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=656380590100902375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/656380590100902375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/656380590100902375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-944606961792878348</id><published>2009-02-20T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:15:44.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEENAGERS..... (a followup)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that you are only as happy as your saddest child.  I believe that with my whole heart.  Last week Babygirl was gliding through life happy as can be.  She had a little friend who (up until now) I like very much.  She is at our house at least once a week if not more.  She comes from a good home.  Her parents are really sweet.  She makes good grades and has lots of friends.  Up until Sunday this girl was my daughter's BEST BFF ever.  She left Saturday and everything was just fine.  All of a sudden she got a hair across her ass and started being really hateful to my daughter.  I asked Babygirl what was going on.  Now, BG has lots of friends, boys, girls and different ages of each.  She hates drama and is a total straight shooter.  She always tells everyone exactly how she feels, no holds barred.  She has this one guy friend that lives down the street (who is also friends with my son).  She tells this boy to his face that he is weird and they laugh about it, big deal right?  Well, this friend and she were going to play with the boys and the friend decided that she doesn't like this boy.  BG stated,"that's O.K. he's weird anyway...." not another thought to the whole thing.  Well, that was until this little girl brought it up and said,"If you said that about him, what do you say about me behind my back?  You're two faced and I never want to play with you again...."  My daughter was stunned and hurt.  This is her best BFF ever.  She would never say anything behind her back that she would never say to her face.  Now when BG tries to text her or call her, nothing.  My daughter has every class with her and she hurts every time she sees her.  I told her that if she is really a real true friend she will miss you come back to you eventually.  I told her the best "revenge" is to be happy and act like it doesn't bother her.  In the meantime I want her to branch out and invite other friends to the house and start making new BFFs.  I have a feeling that another little girl who is friends with them both has started the whole thing.  Nothing a mother can do to relieve the pain.  Growing pains suck!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, teen drama.  The rotten middle school days.  I remember them not so fondly.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has some words of wisdom, please clue me in.  I am sad and lost for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-944606961792878348?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/944606961792878348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=944606961792878348&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/944606961792878348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/944606961792878348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenagers_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2836509780607047546</id><published>2009-02-18T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:53:10.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEENAGERS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2836509780607047546?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2836509780607047546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2836509780607047546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2836509780607047546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2836509780607047546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenagers.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3798005835335474673</id><published>2009-02-13T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:12:28.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judgment at Neurenburg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what it feels like when I go to my children's conferences.  Yesterday I went home early feeling like poop.  I was a little fever-ie.  Every muscle and bone in my body hurt, achy and icky.  So the last thing I wanted to do was sit across from the teacher teams to hear how absolutely God-awful my children are.  Well some good news from the "judges"; &lt;br /&gt;Babygirl is getting A's and B's and is finally coming out of her shell.  That's a good thing.  They are lucky she even speaks to them in class. &lt;br /&gt;Littleman on the other hand well, the only thing they ever say that's nice is,"he is a really smart, sweet boy." of course after that is the dreaded,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;..." But he's lazy, but he's inattentive, but, but, but... MY ASS!  He has ADHD, I know this.  He is on medication for his ADHD.  He does the very best he can with what he has to work with.  This is the only time in his whole life that he is doing this well (believe it or not).  He is making all B's and C's.  They don't have D's at their school, anything below a C is failing.  I think he is doing O.K., obviously he can do better, all kids can.  But if you have ever watched this boy suffer and struggle as much as he has you would know that he really is working hard.  I just don't like the teachers making me feel like a bad parent because he is not like all the other kids.  I know he's not, that's why he is in Special Education and has provisions in place to help him get through.  He does all the same work as all the other kids, he is fully mainstreamed and the allowences he is given are more time on tests and longer times to turn in homework.  Ooohhhh is that so hard for the teachers to understand that it does take him longer.  His test grades are out of this world so he is obviously getting it and understanding it.  Cut him some slack and I am a damn good parent! &lt;br /&gt;They don't call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Mama&lt;/span&gt; for nothin you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3798005835335474673?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3798005835335474673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3798005835335474673&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3798005835335474673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3798005835335474673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/judgment-at-neurenburg.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-437721553856028317</id><published>2009-02-10T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:38:10.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OPEN LETTER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an open letter to all shitheads.  If you are a shithead, listen up!  If you think you're not a shithead and you are reading this and you realize that you are in fact a shithead, apologize to me, someone, ANYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Shithead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not an attorney, you are a lowly nobody, less than the dirt on my shoes.  If I hang up on you, that means that I do NOT want to talk to you, do NOT call me back.  Our attorneys get paid lots of money so they can hire us, their secretaries to intervene between you and them.  The secretaries know far more about what goes on in the office and how the law works than most of the attorneys do.  Get over yourself.  The next time you call, I will hang up on your ass again.  No need to shout, no need to be rude or offensive, just go away and slink off to that rock you crawled out from under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you and have a nice day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Me, Big Mama, Ruler of all that is just and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-437721553856028317?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/437721553856028317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=437721553856028317&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/437721553856028317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/437721553856028317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1853223088179090212</id><published>2009-02-09T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:42:59.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO YOU ALL KNOW RUBY?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SZBAo8rryVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zJ7hRbsuu1w/s1600-h/Ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SZBAo8rryVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zJ7hRbsuu1w/s400/Ruby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300807833643370834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/ruby/index.jsp"&gt;Ruby is a local star&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that she is a hero to many.  Well, guess what?  I met her yesterday.  I went to the Southern Woman's Conference.  I was so excited to meet her.  I have watched her show on the Style network since the beginning.  Most of you know that I don't watch much TV if at all.  I can't stand reality shows at all.  But in the case of Ruby I will watch that no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;She is so sweet and I just know that she is as genuine as can be.  I am even a bigger fan now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as soon as I can figure out how to get pictures off my cell phone and put them on here I totally will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1853223088179090212?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1853223088179090212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1853223088179090212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1853223088179090212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1853223088179090212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-all-know-ruby-ruby-is-local-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SZBAo8rryVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zJ7hRbsuu1w/s72-c/Ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5898372261113251522</id><published>2009-02-01T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:25:36.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;DO YOU SEE THIS COUPLE???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SYXn6k2naYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ekNAnqq4uWs/s1600-h/IMG_8749-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297895530182437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SYXn6k2naYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ekNAnqq4uWs/s400/IMG_8749-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you see them out and about today, wish them a Happy 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Wedding Anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right, you read it correctly that is 17 wonderful years.  My better half does not read this blog, I don't think he even knows about it.  But if he did, I would tell him that my life with him has been more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.  He is my rock, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;, my best friend and my comedic relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you much more than the day I married you.  Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5898372261113251522?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5898372261113251522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5898372261113251522&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5898372261113251522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5898372261113251522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-see-this-couple-if-you-see-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SYXn6k2naYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ekNAnqq4uWs/s72-c/IMG_8749-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3235548674272933697</id><published>2009-01-30T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:13:00.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s ALWAYS about me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS POST IS ONE OF THOSE MEMEME THINGS THAT I SHAMELESSLY STOLE FROM &lt;a href="http://justlilolkat.blogspot.com/"&gt;KAT&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Have you ever stolen a street sign before? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Do you like to use post-it notes? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I use them every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A big bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Do you always smile for pictures? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. What is your biggest pet peeve? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Grown ups picking their noses &amp;amp; anyone spitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Do you ever count your steps when you walk? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Have you ever peed in the woods? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Only when camping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Do you ever jump up and down to make your privates bounce? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ummm...NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Do you chew your pens and pencils? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. How many people have you slept with this week? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just my hubby and that is an every day event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Do you like popcorn from those big tins? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. What is your "Song of the week"? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Is it okay for guys to wear pink? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, absolutely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. Do you still watch cartoons? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. What’s your favorite scary movie? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street. (yeah I'm old, so what?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Your prom? Do you remember about it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I wore my aunt's prom gown and it was almost 30 years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Where would you bury treasure if you had some?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I have no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. What color is your cell phone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Were you a boy/girl scout? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, they didn't have that where I am from so I was in 4H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. What is your biggest food weakness? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Potato Chips (State Line to be exact).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I totally would have way back before kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;About 2 weeks ago to my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Can you change the oil on a car? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Ever gotten a speeding ticket? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Ran out of gas? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Favorite kind of sandwich? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hot egg salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Best thing to eat for breakfast? &lt;a href="http://www.laylita.com/recipes/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/patacones-1.jpg"&gt;Patacones&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;with cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. What is your usual bedtime? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9:00-9:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. Are you lazy?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Do you read the newspaper? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. How many languages can you speak? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I speak one, English, I understand Spanish and can cuss in Spanish if that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Which are better Legos or Lincoln Logs? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Legos, hands down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Are you stubborn? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Only when it truly matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Who is better...Leno or Letterman? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am never up that late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Watch an opera live? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Afraid of heights? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Dance in the shower? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, but when I was younger and single I used to drink beer in the shower... TMI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. Dance in the car? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Ever used a gun? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. Explain what ended your last relationship? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That was 20 years ago, I don't even remember who I was dating much less how it ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Are you any good at math? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not in the slightest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Do you ever leave messages on peoples answering machines? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ozzy Osbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Any plans for Friday night? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. Do you re-use towels after you shower? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;51. Some things you are excited about? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My friend Tysgirl had her baby and I am so overly excited for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;52. Describe your keychain(s)? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a picture of a &lt;a href="http://www.galenfrysinger.com/americas/mola14.jpg"&gt;mola&lt;/a&gt; encase in plastic that says Panama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;53. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Open part way so we can hear if the kids are up and about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3235548674272933697?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3235548674272933697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3235548674272933697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3235548674272933697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3235548674272933697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-post-is-one-of-those-mememe-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8118923562225879141</id><published>2009-01-28T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:01:10.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tysgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;POWER OF THE PUSH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://tysgirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;Good luck to my very dear friend Tysgirl.  I will be with you in spirit through the rest of the week.  By this time next week Sydney will be tucked safely in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and God bless.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8118923562225879141?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8118923562225879141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8118923562225879141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8118923562225879141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8118923562225879141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-push.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-889530660893419566</id><published>2009-01-26T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:16:12.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1979'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SX39aKQb0hI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QpQiXC75ovs/s1600-h/1979.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SX39aKQb0hI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QpQiXC75ovs/s400/1979.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295667362729284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find me in this pic? &lt;br /&gt;I can name everyone except the last name of one of the girls who wasn't there very long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-889530660893419566?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/889530660893419566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=889530660893419566&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/889530660893419566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/889530660893419566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-find-me-in-this-pic-i-can-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SX39aKQb0hI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QpQiXC75ovs/s72-c/1979.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2138922012541740663</id><published>2009-01-22T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:32:15.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="765565516-22012009"&gt;THUG LIFE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="765565516-22012009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="765565516-22012009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="765565516-22012009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a  "thug" looking guy sitting next to me at the cell phone store.  (yeah, I know it's not P.C., so what?)  He was waiting his turn with a cute little boy who had  his shoes on the wrong feet and you know me...  I struck up a conversation with  him.  He looked kinda scary at first he was big and imposing. (anyway) I made a  comment that if I wore my shoes like that it would kill my feet.  He agreed and  said the little boy was his youngest of 4.  The guy didn't look older than 25.   We talked about raising kids and he said it is hard when they are all little, he  and his wife work 2 jobs, etc.  Then I sat there thinking to myself.  If I had  just seen this guy on the street, I would think twice about him just by the way  he looked.  He definitely looked gentler the more I talked to him.  By the time  I left he kind of restored my faith in people and helped reaffirm what I already  knew about not judging a book by its cover.  Think what you want about what I just said, but it's true.  We all have preconceived notions about people, good bad or indifferent.  I was expecting this guy to maybe give me a one or two word comment after I engaged him in conversation, just like most men.  He just started talking.  It was refreshing.  I am tired of people always being so private and not talking to strangers.  Look, I'm bored too and this brief moment that I am talking to you helps pass the time.  I am not going to stalk you or follow you home. If you didn't want to talk to me, I can take a hint and I understand body language.  But for once, I was pleasantly surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="765565516-22012009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2138922012541740663?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2138922012541740663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2138922012541740663&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2138922012541740663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2138922012541740663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/thug-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2480986729912701517</id><published>2009-01-20T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:07:34.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY IS THE BIG DAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new president.&lt;br /&gt;I will believe the changes when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here at work has all this inauguration stuff live streaming on their computers.  Like I have said many times before, I stay apolitical on this blog and will remain so.&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything to go smooth, I want the economy to come back around and I want Wall Street to stop being so jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is not falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my thoughts for today, take them or leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2480986729912701517?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2480986729912701517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2480986729912701517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2480986729912701517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2480986729912701517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7836983518352964188</id><published>2009-01-15T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:57:18.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tysgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, my son and I made up.  We worked really hard to see each other's point of view.  So, we are cool right now.  Of course with teens that could change with the wind. &lt;br /&gt;I joined Facebook the other night.  Yes, I became one of the lemmings.  Hey at least it's not Myspace!  I have actually been in contact with some of the people that I have always liked and wondered whatever happened to them.  That is a good feeling.  I am sure when the newness wears off I won't care as much.  I'm kinda lazy like that. &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, I AM excited that one of my buds is getting ready to have her baby the end of this month and I am done packing the box and getting ready to ship it out once I get paid.  There will be one more very important thing I have to send out when I am finished making it, but it should be done before she arrives. Ohhh I can NOT wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7836983518352964188?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7836983518352964188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7836983518352964188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7836983518352964188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7836983518352964188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-my-son-and-i-made-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-742092981673842144</id><published>2009-01-09T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:02:07.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Word is "Peace"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourwordquiz/peace.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as precious, and you wish everyone was safe, happy, and taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social justice, human rights, and peace for all nations are all important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you can't stop war, you try to be as calm and compassionate as possible in your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promote harmony and cooperation. You're always willing to meet someone a little more than halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourwordquiz/"&gt;What's Your Word?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-742092981673842144?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/742092981673842144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=742092981673842144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/742092981673842144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/742092981673842144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-word-is-peace-you-see-life-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8894425218301021807</id><published>2009-01-09T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:34:39.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbass'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEENAGE BOYS SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that I love my son with every beat of my heart but damn!&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;He now has math tutoring every M-W-F.  I guess I failed to tell him that.  He went Wednesday and I suppose he didn't realize this was going to be a regular thing.  Well, we got up early this morning and got ready to leave and he asked why we were leaving so early.  I told him and he flew off the handle.  He ripped off his coat, went in his room and opened his book like he was going to start reading.  I told him to get off his ass and get in my car.  He did, but he slammed the door and pouted the whole way.  As a courtesy I e-mailed his teacher to apologize for his ill temper this morning.  She e-mailed me back saying that he never showed up to class. &lt;br /&gt;HE SKIPPED TUTORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I WOULD NEVER EVER FIND OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I raised a dumbass!  Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8894425218301021807?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8894425218301021807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8894425218301021807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8894425218301021807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8894425218301021807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/teenage-boys-suck-you-all-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8745642288231615554</id><published>2009-01-06T18:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:52:12.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HERE WE GO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O.K. I have to preface this with I have tons more pics but I like these and I posting these, so there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate shrimp&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288327490773367362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPp1Yd6ukI/AAAAAAAAApw/lgKgiHGoB2Q/s400/IMG_9398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and oysters.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288329563950704498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPruDp6Z3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/OWADhCcIvq8/s400/IMG_9401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288329058873609186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPrQqGJi-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/iv6HTIHIcZ4/s400/IMG_9480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of us were camera shy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPsGggTMwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/howLysmoAnI/s1600-h/IMG_9409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288329984011875074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPsGggTMwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/howLysmoAnI/s400/IMG_9409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some of us weren't.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288328276219472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPqjGe3K9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/CDqroZ58UNg/s400/IMG_9452.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is my BRO1 and his wife. I haven't seen them in a long time. They didn't join us for Thanksgiving this year so it was good to finally see them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPq5MYLRLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/n2lsFxVEpGo/s1600-h/IMG_9426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288328655759164594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPq5MYLRLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/n2lsFxVEpGo/s400/IMG_9426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my BRO2 and the hubby hanging out. They really enjoy each others company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPqOB0XKWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CAi53myM-Gc/s1600-h/IMG_9416-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288327914190219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPqOB0XKWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CAi53myM-Gc/s400/IMG_9416-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh... to be this young and in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288329288726708514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPreCXZgSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qowKq2hCU00/s400/IMG_9473-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Peace out homies! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPpkq5Vv3I/AAAAAAAAApo/LQqZTkrk0NM/s1600-h/IMG_9395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288327203662446450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPpkq5Vv3I/AAAAAAAAApo/LQqZTkrk0NM/s400/IMG_9395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8745642288231615554?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8745642288231615554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8745642288231615554&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8745642288231615554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8745642288231615554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SWPp1Yd6ukI/AAAAAAAAApw/lgKgiHGoB2Q/s72-c/IMG_9398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8003969368454662945</id><published>2009-01-05T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:25:42.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer at home is STILL offline (thanks hubby).  We had Christmas with the fam this last weekend.  Everyone was in good spirits and I took lots of pictures that I can't post because I am still offline!  As soon as I can, I will, I promise!  Hope everyone has a wonderful Monday.  Oh and Happy Retirement Penni, enjoy every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8003969368454662945?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8003969368454662945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8003969368454662945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8003969368454662945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8003969368454662945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3242841013270119296</id><published>2008-12-31T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:48:17.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVvZ3mSb3UI/AAAAAAAAApg/C_AP571hIb4/s1600-h/fireworks-jj-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVvZ3mSb3UI/AAAAAAAAApg/C_AP571hIb4/s400/fireworks-jj-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286058136843312450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope all my friends and acquaintances have&lt;/span&gt; a wonderful new year full of exciting surprises, pockets overfull with money and all the love you can stand! &lt;br /&gt;Remember that the past is gone and tomorrow is a wonderful new adventure waiting to happen. &lt;br /&gt;Make your adventure a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3242841013270119296?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3242841013270119296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3242841013270119296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3242841013270119296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3242841013270119296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-i-hope-all-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVvZ3mSb3UI/AAAAAAAAApg/C_AP571hIb4/s72-c/fireworks-jj-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3314188733384932739</id><published>2008-12-25T11:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:00:14.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770482948778402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVO5QnbbKaI/AAAAAAAAApI/KTCWvkexk6c/s400/IMG_9283-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they both are giving the peace sign... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas my friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770973310340370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVO5tKKuzRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/vA2RMlIpTz0/s400/IMG_9217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771223802707778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVO57vUw_0I/AAAAAAAAApY/RDGlL2O2M8k/s400/IMG_9228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These two beautiful pictures were taken by my wonderful 14 year old son.  He can work the camera like no one's business.  Of course you know I had to buy him his own this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been a very trying holiday season.  No one received a bonus at work this year because of one person deciding to embezzle money (and LOTS of it).  I used cash and cash only to Christmas shop.  That worked out really well.  I felt a little guilty about not buying for people I usually buy for.  But that's O.K. who needs stuff anyway.  Stuff never really makes you happy anyway.  The hubby and I had a pact that neither of us were to buy for the other, so I didn't.  He did.  Shame on him!  Now I feel bad.  He bought me a set of onion soup bowls.  I don't eat it, but I do make a mean onion soup.  I guess he was trying to give me a hint or something...  I miss my parents today.  I will see them next weekend, that's cool.  We will spend the rest of the day with friends and I am looking forward to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and of course to be P.C. whatever you do and don't celebrate, I hope today is a wonderful day anyway!&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/17384878-3314188733384932739?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3314188733384932739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3314188733384932739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3314188733384932739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3314188733384932739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-well-they-both-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVO5QnbbKaI/AAAAAAAAApI/KTCWvkexk6c/s72-c/IMG_9283-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3047043507782697061</id><published>2008-12-24T09:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:32:35.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVJHHejEmCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/I9DYMX1fX5Y/s1600-h/christmas-elf-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVJHHejEmCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/I9DYMX1fX5Y/s400/christmas-elf-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283363506643834914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVJHNmSZVrI/AAAAAAAAApA/1YkmjWhmIl8/s1600-h/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVJHNmSZVrI/AAAAAAAAApA/1YkmjWhmIl8/s400/Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283363611800590002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks, my computer at home is down and as soon as it is back up I will have a proper post for you.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3047043507782697061?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3047043507782697061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3047043507782697061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3047043507782697061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3047043507782697061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-sorry-folks-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SVJHHejEmCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/I9DYMX1fX5Y/s72-c/christmas-elf-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3351810887377327739</id><published>2008-12-22T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:05:01.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis-Fer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amw.com/fugitives/brief.cfm?id=52193"&gt;It has been one whole year...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282446255699767570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8E4cgTsRI/AAAAAAAAAog/mHWVXFpyMjM/s400/IMG_7193-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The &lt;a href="http://www.mohamudhagi.com/"&gt;scumbag&lt;/a&gt; who murdered my nephew is still free and I am pissed. &lt;a href="http://www.windsorstar.com/Accused+killer+Hagi+still+large+year+after+Acosta+Escobar+shooting/1102560/story.html"&gt;This article &lt;/a&gt;was in the paper. I can not convey in words how much it still hurts. It is still so very raw. I wish I could take the pain away from his mother. She deserves justice. She deserves to have a good night sleep. I wish I could go back in time and change things so this never happened. I was very close to my nephew as you all know. We had a special bond.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282447880492274178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8GXBVB0gI/AAAAAAAAAow/i9OEQaEgvos/s400/IMG_8232-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (Q knows exactly what I mean.) I have said on many occasions that he is the reason I have children. When I was pregnant I only had one wish and that was,"if my kids turn out 1/2 as good and 1/2 as smart as my nephew, I've got it made." He made me realize that children really are awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282445915555575058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8EkpXnNRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cSWGdstg-L0/s400/n505860632_616624_4307.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He loved my children and always wanted to know how they were doing, what they were doing and how they were doing in school. He always knew he had an open invitation here and that our doors were always open to him no matter what. I think that gave him a different sense of belonging. Well, he knew that he was always wanted. His mother was always careful to let him know that he was loved without condition. But with us he knew that he could always count on us for anything. He never asked for anything. If he ever had to, he knew we would accommodate him. His wife must be a wonderful person because he was such an incredible person. I have never met his son. We always had plans for him to come visit with his family. I still plan on going to see them and hold on tight to them and never let them go.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282445349968033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8EDuZCOFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FS4JoQmwlqA/s400/n505860632_616648_5852.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5ginZNke9I"&gt;My angel&lt;/a&gt; has his wings and I believe he is in a wonderful place but I am selfish enough to miss him. Not a day has passed that I haven't thought about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLjKaStG_Eg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;, his sister, his mother, his wife and their baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282445580302132722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8ERIc9pfI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_OLYb7YdTsk/s400/n505860632_616682_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luis-Fernandito I miss you so very much. When you left so suddenly you took a great part of me with you. I love you and I will miss you until we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6hff9mMezg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rest in peace my boy&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282446704616396162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8FSk2X1YI/AAAAAAAAAoo/slnOWn8oZD8/s400/esco551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3351810887377327739?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3351810887377327739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3351810887377327739&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3351810887377327739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3351810887377327739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-been-one-whole-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SU8E4cgTsRI/AAAAAAAAAog/mHWVXFpyMjM/s72-c/IMG_7193-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4862031640700921162</id><published>2008-12-18T12:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:42:15.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUqIVOI1iZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_Cs0iPbfYnQ/s1600-h/kitty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUqIVOI1iZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_Cs0iPbfYnQ/s400/kitty.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281183411199117714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Work with me here... &lt;br /&gt;I am trying really hard to get in to the spirit of things.  It is one week before Christmas and I still haven't started shopping yet.  I fear that the kids will be terribly disappointed this year.  It will be O.K. they know we are not made of money.  We did get the shopping done for our adopted family at the battered woman's shelter.  Hubby and I are delivering them after work today.  I keep trying to tell myself that it is not all about the gifts, but when you are 13 and 14 years old it kind of is.  My daughter wanted to give something to her friends at school but we don't have the cash so I showed her how to make little felt mice with candy cane tails.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUqLHkIApBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tdi1e4xEgdw/s1600-h/mouseornament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUqLHkIApBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tdi1e4xEgdw/s400/mouseornament.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281186475117945874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    She made a bunch of them last night and took them to school today.  (but they have real candy canes)  That is better than something she bought anyway.  I made a snowball coffee cake last night so she could take it in and share it with the class.  They are having a "Holiday" party.  (I hate all that PC crap!)  It's Christmas damn it! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend we are spending it with my family down in Florida.  Just got a call from my SIL saying that my BRO2 was in a motorcycle accident Monday and spent the night in the hospital.  He is O.K. and on the mend.  Poor guy.  Hey at least he is here and alive and that is all that counts!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and send lots of good karma my way so I can make this Christmas a special one for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4862031640700921162?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4862031640700921162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4862031640700921162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4862031640700921162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4862031640700921162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-with-me-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUqIVOI1iZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_Cs0iPbfYnQ/s72-c/kitty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-499949403914143317</id><published>2008-12-16T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:13:30.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bah-Humbug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am having a hard time with gifts for my children.  They are good kids and deserve good things.  I have always had the same budget for the kids but this year the things they want are much more expensive so that money doesn't buy as much.  I have one thing for my daughter so far and nothing for my son.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know Christmas is next week.&lt;br /&gt;It snuck up on me again this year.  My son took some good pictures of our Christmas tree and the lights on the house.  I will post them soon. &lt;br /&gt;I have my last bunco game of the year on Thursday night.  Looks like we have to gear up for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I saw the little girl who just lost her father getting on the bus this morning.  She always waves at me and I always wave back.  She looked so very sad this morning.   I wish I could make all her hurt go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-499949403914143317?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/499949403914143317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=499949403914143317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/499949403914143317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/499949403914143317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug-this-year-i-am-having-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5459822423741554239</id><published>2008-12-15T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:04:36.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARE YOU FOR SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids and I joke around asking each other that very question...&lt;br /&gt;It just sounds so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stupid...  I am finally feeling better except I still have a terrible headache that I have had since last Tuesday.  I think it's my new prescription for my glasses so I am not wearing them right now.  Anyway, the people downstairs from us decided to paint their office with some horribly smelly (ie: toxic) paint.  Now our office is smelly, thanks a lot, that helps my head!  NOT!  We have an auditor coming in today.  Let us hope that all is well and we don't end up closing up shop.  That would really suck to lose our jobs right before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sucking...  I called my daughter on my way home Friday afternoon and she informed me that one of her friend's father had passed away that morning.  I didn't want to believe it.  He was only 39.  When my kids were small I worked at a daycare and this little girl was one of my babies.  I have known the family for quite a while.  They are such a good family and he was a very involved and devoted father.  I can say that for a fact.  My heart breaks for the family.  Makes me really take stock in my family and makes me think about my and my husband's own mortality.  I hope they had all their affairs in order.  We have Wills and Living Power of Attorneys and a good bit of life insurance. &lt;br /&gt;Please take a minute and hug your family and your spouses.  Hug them because K can no longer hug her husband and little K can no longer sit on her father's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5459822423741554239?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5459822423741554239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5459822423741554239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5459822423741554239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5459822423741554239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-for-serious-my-kids-and-i-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3106116510925776129</id><published>2008-12-11T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:30:14.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUEx71QVkLI/AAAAAAAAAds/k1p8oqfna28/s1600-h/lemons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUEx71QVkLI/AAAAAAAAAds/k1p8oqfna28/s400/lemons.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278555142232576178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3106116510925776129?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3106116510925776129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3106116510925776129&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3106116510925776129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3106116510925776129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/need-i-say-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SUEx71QVkLI/AAAAAAAAAds/k1p8oqfna28/s72-c/lemons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5652952983160486043</id><published>2008-12-09T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:36:42.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*barf*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we finally celebrated Babygirl's birthday.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.starcastle.info/"&gt;Starcastle&lt;/a&gt;, the kids roller skated and laser tagged.  The hubby had a headache before he got there and we both had one when we left.  I swear that place is just a &lt;a href="http://www.centreofthecell.org/assets/images/p_gingivalis_petri_dish_cropped.jpg"&gt;petri dish&lt;/a&gt; looking for a person to infect.  I know better than to eat anything there so I just drank &lt;a href="http://www.cool-drinks.com/Images/SierraMistLogo.gif"&gt;Sierra Mist&lt;/a&gt; which is always good.  I don't skate so I just sat out with our stuff and chilled.  I take that back, I skated there once.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7269960@N02/sets/72157606520539489/"&gt;My sweet nephew&lt;/a&gt; (R.I.P.) talked me in to going out on to the "ice" once a looong time ago.  For him I would have moved Heaven and earth.  So of course he and I went a couple of times around.  We held each other up and of course we had a good laugh about me on skates...  I have not skated since then.  It's O.K. my hubby skates with the kids and he is really good at it.  They had fun and we ended up having 3 extra kids at the house.  2 for my daughter and 1 for my son.  I started feeling a little unwell Sunday night.  I was up all night with an upset stomach (greeeeaaaat...).  I got up yesterday morning  and went to work only to come home 2 hours later.  I have had a close bond with &lt;a href="http://www.nobodysells4less.com/images/imodium_a-d.jpg"&gt;Imodium&lt;/a&gt; ever since...  I didn't go to work today but I am going tomorrow come Hell or high water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5652952983160486043?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5652952983160486043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5652952983160486043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5652952983160486043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5652952983160486043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/barf-saturday-we-finally-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2410965715797072388</id><published>2008-12-04T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:56:09.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hanging head in shame...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed and embarrassed....&lt;br /&gt;I confess....&lt;br /&gt;I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.swotti.com/tmp/swotti/cacheBMLUDGVUZG8GZHM=U29MDHDHCMUTVMLKZW8GR2FTAW5N/imgNintendo%20DS2.jpg"&gt;Nintendo DS&lt;/a&gt; for my daughter for her 13th birthday and I have logged in far more hours on that thing than she has.  She is sweet to let me play with it but she needs to take it away from me and hide it already!!!  I did break away from it last night and played a round of &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/87/Uno-cards.jpg"&gt;UNO &lt;/a&gt;which I lost and a round of &lt;a href="http://www.offkilterproductions.com/games/UnoSpin/uno_spin2.jpg"&gt;UNO Spin&lt;/a&gt; which I also lost.  Then after putting them to bed I again &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61JfVo2GDDL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;played&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://www.swotti.com/tmp/swotti/cacheBMLUDGVUZG8GZHM=U29MDHDHCMUTVMLKZW8GR2FTAW5N/imgNintendo%20DS2.jpg"&gt;Nintendo DS&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ssqq.com/jokes/Images/crazy%20woman%2001.jpg"&gt;MAKE IT STOP!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2410965715797072388?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2410965715797072388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2410965715797072388&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2410965715797072388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2410965715797072388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/hanging-head-in-shame.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8866326722330008537</id><published>2008-12-03T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:49:57.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the rents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~QUICK RECAP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG dinner was awesome as expected!&lt;br /&gt;Tysgirl texted me and made my day.&lt;br /&gt;My brother has lost a little weight and looks like he is feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are still sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Dad seems to be slipping a little.  He tries to think of a word and it won't come to him, that's new.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew stayed out of my face which was a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;My kids behaved good, that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;My computer at the house is down right now so I can't come on here as often as need be.&lt;br /&gt;Work is sucking real bad right now.&lt;br /&gt;Saxby won, that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8866326722330008537?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8866326722330008537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8866326722330008537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8866326722330008537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8866326722330008537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-recap-tg-dinner-was-awesome-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3674670835896418552</id><published>2008-11-26T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:22:45.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend plans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING FOLKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry my posting is so few and far between.  Life is happening around me...  We are heading down to my mom's house for TG dinner.  We invited a couple to my parent's house, that's kind of strange but it is what it is.  He is a friend of my husband from Panama.  My oldest brother won't be there tomorrow because his stepdaughter has to work and they don't want to leave her alone.  I understand, but I will still miss him.  I am making &lt;a href="http://www.empiimp.com/moran/images/thanksgiving2005/images/img_4055.jpg"&gt;corn casserole&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ellismeats.com/recipes/mac_cheese.jpg"&gt;mac &amp;amp; cheese&lt;/a&gt;.  The hubby is making &lt;a href="http://www.ricofood.com/images/503_empanadas.jpg"&gt;empanadas&lt;/a&gt;.  Let me tell you...&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7269960@N02/415929768/"&gt;my hubby&lt;/a&gt; CAN COOK!!!  He's handsome, smart, kind and can cook, did I luck out or what!?  We are packing the car tonight and rolling out bright and early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having issues at work and I can honestly say that I have a job today.  I can only hope it lasts.  It is not because of the lame excuse,"it's the economy"...  It's because of a thief.  We will pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and get this place rocking and rolling again.  I keep telling myself that and soon I will start to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a fantabulous wonderiffic Thanksgiving!  I know I will, I am surrounded by an awesome family, good friends and a wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3674670835896418552?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3674670835896418552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3674670835896418552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3674670835896418552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3674670835896418552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-folks-sorry-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2452354625653363336</id><published>2008-11-18T07:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:32:51.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I NO LONGER HAVE A BABY IN MY HOUSE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pout*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry to say that my baby is no longer a baby. Today is her 13th birthday. Can you believe that she is now a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;heavy sigh&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEENAGER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right folks today my tiny 6 lb 6 oz Babygirl who arrived late at night on November 18, 1995 just grew up before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you a little something about her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269985911763068754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLAQ-HzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAck/jCvN1voLIw8/s400/img047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I was pregnant for her I really wanted a brother for my son. I wanted him to have someone to play with and wrestle with. About the time I was 6 months along I had a dream that the baby was a girl and that made me realize that this might just turn out to be a girl and that I should really open up my mind to the possibilities. My due date was December 13th and around the 6 1/2 month mark they noticed that my belly wasn't growing as it should have been. Every measurement came up short. I started having ultrasounds every other week to every week. She never let us see that she was a girl, but that was the least of my worries. My blood pressure was high (but they did NOTHING about that, thanks Government hospital...) and every ultrasound showed that her legs were crossed at the thigh and her arms were behind her back. Yes, that was with &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; ultrasound. I was beginning to worry that the baby I was carrying had something very wrong with it. On November 18th 1995 I threw a dinner party. Eight people came over. We had a blast. I was very uncomfortable and ended up standing up to eat. We ushered them all out around 8:30 because I was starting to feel not so good. I decided to take a bath to see if that would help. I was laying in the water pouring water over my stomach which helped a LOT. Then I realized that I was having contractions. Then I timed them.... I told the hubby that I thought it was time. He called the hospital and they told us to come straight in. So as planned, hubby brought my 16 month old son over to the neighbor's house. He helped me get dressed and we went to the Army hospital which was about 15 miles away. We raced over there. Just as we rounded the corner to the hospital I felt a really big pain down both of my sides. When that happened I saw what looked like a flash of light the pain was so intense. We got in to the hospital and the hubby took the wrong elevator. We raced across the hospital to the labor and delivery ward. Hubby went in to sign me in. One of the nurses asked when I was due (and after my contraction) I told her the 13th of December. She wheeled me in and said she would check me out. Cool. I stood up, my water broke and the head was crowning. Another really big nurse told me to get up on the table (um yeah that was possible!) she PICKED ME UP and put me on the table. They rushed in all sorts of carts with deliver/doctor-ly stuff and told me NOT TO PUSH. I wasn't pushing, she just wanted OUT! There were about 14 students who got to witness her making her debut. they held her up and all I could see was her tiny face with one eye open and a quick "WAAA!" There was no time for bonding because she was early and it was not a delivery room set up for this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269987304573853058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLBiCvxXYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/p39Kd5ui150/s400/img085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They whisked her and the hubby off to the nursery and I was stuck there with a bunch of strangers. Oh and not to mention she came so fast I ended up with 7 stitches in my hoo-ha which they put in with no pain killers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I dare anyone talk to me about government health care...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right, I AM tough as Hell, don't forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269986097783285026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLAbzGepSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ucsPVjlGf3c/s400/img049-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Let me tell you that she was well worth the trauma. She turned out to be just great. We left the hospital together, her lungs were mature and she held her body temperature. I was psyched.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269986408439764626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLAt4YwVpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TWXoBtXnsg8/s400/img071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She has always been different than most kids. She has never done what the other kids are doing, she has her own drummer with her own beat. I admire that. She is very honest, almost to a fault. She is very thoughtful and caring. Oh and not to mention one the the most fun people to have around. I just adore her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269986822230015106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLBF94CfII/AAAAAAAAAdE/hYLp38orsOQ/s400/img083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269986612105906562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLA5vGjCYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WW1YIu7Cd7o/s400/img048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269987022575511634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLBRoOIKFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3LVgJOEoSzk/s400/img076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269988500121177122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLCnogdzCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/dkX04SH2mXU/s400/IMG_9013-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269988605107221474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLCtvnFs-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/vuPVITScs8Y/s400/IMG_9026-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYGIRL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ROCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2452354625653363336?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2452354625653363336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2452354625653363336&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2452354625653363336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2452354625653363336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-no-longer-have-baby-in-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SSLAQ-HzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAck/jCvN1voLIw8/s72-c/img047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-2812356295958503906</id><published>2008-11-12T12:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:15:57.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'M HERE IF ONLY FOR A MINUTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just vent for a minute?&lt;br /&gt;Indulge me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my coworkers who I love dearly has royally FUCKED UP! I know it has nothing to do with me, but I like her and I try to look out for her. This time there is nothing I can do to help. I feel hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;What the Hell is wrong with this country? Obviously there is something really wrong with health care services. If people are driving across the country to drop their teenagers off at hospitals under the safe haven laws, something is broken! These people can not get the help and services they need and ask for. The parents make too much money or the kids haven't killed anyone yet. What kind of system is that? That's fucked up! I don't believe there should be free healthcare, but I do believe that services should be provided before someone gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;While I am ranting...&lt;br /&gt;Can I please add that California, one of the most Liberal states in the world passed a H8te bill banning same sex marriage??? WTF is that? I may be conservative on most issues, I truly believe with every bone in my body that love is a great thing. Love does NOT hurt anyone, never has. Why and how can anyone deny another person of their rights? It's wrong, and it's not fair. How dare they!!! Like my father always said (and he is a very smart man),"I don't look in their bedroom and they don't look in mine..." How can you deny someone's partner who has been with them and has loved them through everything. You can't it is NOT RIGHT! California you need to step up and do what's right. They are not hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;Shame on all those small minded idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SRyNRX7hetI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hhbmF-S03vs/s1600-h/arc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268240993737603794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SRyNRX7hetI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hhbmF-S03vs/s400/arc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please let me apologize to all those wonderful honest to goodness real retarded citizens out there (this does not involve you in the least)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;rant over&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me vent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-2812356295958503906?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/2812356295958503906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=2812356295958503906&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2812356295958503906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/2812356295958503906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-here-if-only-for-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SRyNRX7hetI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hhbmF-S03vs/s72-c/arc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6672043898932004934</id><published>2008-11-03T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:30:24.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I RECEIVED A MESSAGE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all remember a post I made on October 17th?  I wrote about how I saw the aftermath of a horrible accident.  Shorty after I posted, I was contacted by the brother of the man killed in the accident.  My heart goes out to his whole family.  The man's name was Sean Rogero.  His brother Colin sent links to a couple of memorial websites in his honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sean-rogero.personalizedmemorial.com/"&gt;Website #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seanrogero.com"&gt;Website #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel obligated to post these websites.  Our local paper never had any followup articles or any memorials or anything.  The last page of Sean's book of life was written right in front of me.  The very least I can do is honor this young man whom I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Please know that my thoughts and condolences are with you all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SQ9CkKMRbeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Xud7Mqg2T2g/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SQ9CkKMRbeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Xud7Mqg2T2g/s400/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264499678397951458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6672043898932004934?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6672043898932004934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6672043898932004934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6672043898932004934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6672043898932004934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-received-message.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SQ9CkKMRbeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Xud7Mqg2T2g/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3380722497461149491</id><published>2008-10-31T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:03:41.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/quizzes/which-peanuts-character-are-you/"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Peanuts Character Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test22/Lucy_van_Pelt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are part Lucy van Pelt.&lt;/strong&gt; You know what you want and you know how to get it, even if it means pulling the football away. Your forwardness sometimes comes off as aggression, and you have some work to do in the sensitivity department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test22/Snoopy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are part Snoopy.&lt;/strong&gt; You have a vivid imagination and lead a rich inner life. Everyone likes you, but some don't understand that you may just be of another species.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*pfft*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3380722497461149491?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3380722497461149491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3380722497461149491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3380722497461149491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3380722497461149491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1541462570254186812</id><published>2008-10-27T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:39:24.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOINING THE PACK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am just about to join the pack of people taking a much needed blog-break.  I am so tired.  I am physically tired.  I am tired of politics.  I am tired of being a parent of a child that doesn't give a flip about his education.  I am tired of being friends with a narcissistic loony drama queen.  I am tired of working every day and bringing home diddly-squat.  I'm too tired to pull my camera out.  I am just tired.  I am still here and I promise I will blurk. &lt;br /&gt;(That's blog-lurk for all you newbies.)&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and I taking &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/fpu/home/"&gt;Financial Peace University&lt;/a&gt; classes every Thursday night at the (one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;) local church.  I really like it.  We are debt free, well, except for the house, and want to be able to retire one day so we are learning how to invest and save for the kid's college fund.  It is really humbling to see all the people in class.  They are all there for different reasons.  Young and old, we are all there to learn how to better ourselves.  That's cool. &lt;br /&gt;So I will leave you all with that little slice of life.  I don't know when I will be posting again.  Maybe I'll be re energized by the end of this week, maybe not.  I'll be seeing you all, even if you won't be seeing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1541462570254186812?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1541462570254186812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1541462570254186812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1541462570254186812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1541462570254186812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/joining-pack.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4865255645450144486</id><published>2008-10-23T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:44:38.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Report Cards......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SQCM7ygERMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yQcW_vII5Hg/s1600-h/Smiley+Face+%28flat%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SQCM7ygERMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yQcW_vII5Hg/s400/Smiley+Face+%28flat%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260359323565180098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a good day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously they can do better but here is the rundown.&lt;br /&gt;Babygirl:&lt;br /&gt;79, 83, 87, 88, 90, 96&lt;br /&gt;Littleman:&lt;br /&gt;74, 77, 81, 87, 88, 91&lt;br /&gt;Between them they have:&lt;br /&gt;3 "C"s&lt;br /&gt;6 "B"s&lt;br /&gt;3 "A"s&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT complaining!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4865255645450144486?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4865255645450144486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4865255645450144486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4865255645450144486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4865255645450144486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/report-cards.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SQCM7ygERMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yQcW_vII5Hg/s72-c/Smiley+Face+%28flat%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6483799735145937714</id><published>2008-10-22T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:56:26.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Humpday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids have report cards coming home today and I am worried.  My son has been doing good up until progress reports came out.  Then for some reason he didn't think he had to work any more.  I received a call from the discipline lady at their school saying that he was not taking notes and not turning in homework, blah blah blah... more of the same....  I asked her to send me a list of the things he was missing.  I received the list and forwarded them on to my husband.  Hubby called the school and made sure he didn't go to football practice.  When we got home all Hell broke loose.  I am surprised he can sit today.  I have a feeling an attitude adjustment was just what he needed.  I expect good behavior and decent grades.  Is that too much to ask?  My kids are good kids and really pleasant to be around.  My daughter does more than expected when it comes to assignments and homework.  My son does just enough to skate by.  We are trying to get through to him that his future is at stake, not ours.  We are not going to be the ones breaking our backs making a living because we don't have an education, it will be him (breaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; back).  I hope he understands that we do what we do to pave the way to a good life for HIM.  They have a playoff game today.  Tournament starts today, lets hope he finally gets to play....  Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6483799735145937714?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6483799735145937714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6483799735145937714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6483799735145937714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6483799735145937714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-humpday.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7404718922345872519</id><published>2008-10-17T22:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:03:01.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tragedy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my husband took me to lunch. We had a great time and laughed a lot like we usually do. He dropped me off at my job at around 1:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At approximately 1:40 a man on a motorcycle hit a car right in front of the parking lot at work and he died instantly. I went out to see what happened and the man already had a sheet over him and the police were sending the ambulance away. They were awaiting the coroner. He broadsided a car and totalled his bike as well as the car. I feel so sorry for the woman he hit and for his family. I really wish people who rode bikes also understood that there is nothing between them and the road. There is no reason to be travelling fast in the center of town, none whatsoever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband used to race bikes in a controlled environment on a track surrounded with medical professionals. I almost lost him during one of those races. He was airlifted to the trauma center in Jacksonville, Fl. He still has side effects of that day that will stay with him for the rest of his life. But he is alive and wonderful and with me and the kids. I can't ask for more than that. He has not ridden on a bike or gone to a race since. Only because of the love and respect he has for me. When I saw the accident today I was flooded with emotion. I had flashbacks to the day I almost lost him. I thank God every day that my hubby is still in one piece and here to share my life with me. I am glad he left 10 minutes earlier than the accident. I am glad he didn't witness it. I am glad it wasn't him. I am so sorry for this man's family. This whole tragedy could have been avoided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please everyone take a minute to love your loved ones. They could be gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture taken at the scene...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258329697054278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SPlW_-jOwhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LdSIjaugV8o/s400/accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From Savannah-Chatham Metro Police:&lt;br /&gt;Today at around 1:40 PM, in the 7300 block of Hodgson Memorial drive, a man was killed when a car turned in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Investigators have determined that a 26 year old man was traveling north on Hodgson Memorial drive when a Ford Escort, traveling south, attempted to turn into the Woods apartments at 7364 Hodgson Memorial drive. The vehicle turned into the path of the motorcycle causing him to collide with the right side of the car.&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the motorcycle suffered fatal injuries and was pronounced dead at the scene. The name of the man driving the motorcycle has not been released at this time and charges are pending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7404718922345872519?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7404718922345872519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7404718922345872519&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7404718922345872519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7404718922345872519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/tragedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SPlW_-jOwhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LdSIjaugV8o/s72-c/accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4395797405498113226</id><published>2008-10-15T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:47:12.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, IT'S BEEN A WHILE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move to the new place was, well, how should I put this?  It was the shit that I thought it was going to be.  Unfortunately I got sick over the weekend and was forced to call in sick on Monday.  I HATE calling in sick.  I have been here over 6 years and have only called in sick 3 times.  I loathe it!  Anyway I got here Tuesday to a desk that is missing 1/2 of my stuff.  Great!  I am sitting here right now typing with the keyboard on my lap.  Yep, it's that good.  They situated my desk right next to the bitch that I can't stand thankyouveryfuckingmuch!&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy and it doesn't seem to be getting better.&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I am still trying to get organized and it's not easy.  At least I'm feeling better, that totally counts.  The kids are on fall break tomorrow and the next day.  I wish I was with them.  Hopefully I will be able to write a more intelligent post soon. &lt;br /&gt;Until then my friends.... Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4395797405498113226?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4395797405498113226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4395797405498113226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4395797405498113226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4395797405498113226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1619479963137627477</id><published>2008-10-07T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:01:40.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is moving on Thursday and Friday...  We are not stopping working despite the fact that our phones and computers will be down.  HOW STUPID is that?!?!  Welcome to my world everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Forethought is not there forte...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that I work for a Real Estate attorney, please tell me why the news is spouting off about no one buying or selling houses?  We are working steady and have been for quite a while.  The market was really slow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last November&lt;/span&gt;.  Right now there are a lot of people selling and refinancing.&lt;br /&gt;There are a LOT of bad loans out there, I couldn't agree more.  You could see them a mile away.  We would think to ourselves,"How on earth did they qualify?  They shouldn't be buying this house, it is going to go in to foreclosure in no time."&lt;br /&gt;Alas it was not up to us.&lt;br /&gt;We are just here to oversee the transaction, not to make sure people aren't lying on their applications.  Oh well, I'm sure it will get worse before it gets better.  I don't see why they don't freeze adjustable rate loans and readjust them all back to their original stipulations.  Refrain from raising their ARMs ever again and it would be a miracle to see people able to save their houses, avoid foreclosures and the pockets of the executives will remain unlined...  That's just me.  It sure would help a lot of people who are struggling without bailing them all out.&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;No one is there to bail me out.  I have no debt, no credit cards, no car payments, nothing!  I paid all my bills.  I stayed out of debt.  I work every day.  I have a huge mortgage payment that I can definitely afford.  I have insurance on my cars, on my house, on all of us as well as life insurance.  We are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but we have worked very hard for what we have.  I understand helping my fellow man.  But I don't understand where I, who have done all the right things has to bail out everyone who hasn't.  Is that just me being selfish in that train of thought?  Let me just say, don't bother hating me, I'm not worth your time and effort.  I help out the local battered woman's shelter,  the local mission and the local homeless shelter.  I am not above anyone nor is anyone above me.  Like I said I understand helping my fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know why I was never cut a break when I was struggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rant over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1619479963137627477?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1619479963137627477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1619479963137627477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1619479963137627477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1619479963137627477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7042659263242666004</id><published>2008-10-03T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:56:27.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog anniversary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BLOGGAVERSARY TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks 3 years that I have been blogging on a fairly regular basis.  Can you believe you are along for the ride? &lt;br /&gt;Happy party kinda weekend going on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Friday is awesome and terrific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7042659263242666004?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7042659263242666004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7042659263242666004&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7042659263242666004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7042659263242666004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-bloggaversary-to-me-today-marks-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5889273985371941634</id><published>2008-10-02T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:46:38.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RANDOM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THINGS I SAW ON THE WAY TO WORK THIS MORNING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a traffic cop wearing a rainbow clown wig.  She is the same cop that directs the same school traffic every morning and I pass her every day.  I wonder what possessed her?&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man with a beard and sequined top and makeup driving a minivan... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; it was a man!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most raggedy assed broke down old rusty truck stop in front of my place of employment this morning.  The most elegant well dressed, put together, tall, dark skinned woman exited that vehicle and I actually did a double take.  She looked like she should have been driving a Porsche...&lt;br /&gt;Now, didn't you all just NEED to know that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5889273985371941634?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5889273985371941634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5889273985371941634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5889273985371941634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5889273985371941634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3121536145822203508</id><published>2008-09-30T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:30:58.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM HAPPY TODAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see this silly wonderful man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLez6oczvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FsI7-zZuUFc/s1600-h/sillygoose3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252005098961030898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLez6oczvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FsI7-zZuUFc/s400/sillygoose3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my husband.  We have been together for over 17 years and married for 16 of those.  He is my everything.  He had his 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday a couple of weeks ago (hence the "Old Fart" hat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLerr20qhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sU_Qznz-Dtc/s1600-h/sillygoose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252004957555829266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLerr20qhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sU_Qznz-Dtc/s400/sillygoose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he was about 6 months old his father died of colon cancer.  It was a swift and painful death that left my husband and his sister without their father.  My mother in law did an awesome job raising them.  It would have been beyond wonderful had he been there to help.&lt;br /&gt;My husband went to the doctor today to make sure he didn't have any signs of cancer and the oncologist gave him great news and he doesn't have to go back for another five years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLempxTNsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rcByDO1IJss/s1600-h/sillygoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252004871096448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLempxTNsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rcByDO1IJss/s400/sillygoose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I tell you how much better I am breathing tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Sweet, you really are my everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please do yourself a favor and get your checkups, someone out there loves you dearly and needs you here and to be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3121536145822203508?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3121536145822203508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3121536145822203508&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3121536145822203508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3121536145822203508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SOLez6oczvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FsI7-zZuUFc/s72-c/sillygoose3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7381900105622636897</id><published>2008-09-29T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:55:32.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**GAH!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's the end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I work for a real estate attorney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;People are still buying and selling houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am busier than a one-armed paper hanger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Whoever said the housing market is in the biggest slump ever forgot to tell these people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hope you all are having a super fantastic Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'll see you again when I come up for air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7381900105622636897?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7381900105622636897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7381900105622636897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7381900105622636897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7381900105622636897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/gah-its-end-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5744364998360071776</id><published>2008-09-23T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:11:54.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on to all your children young and old.  Make your friends read this.  My father sent this to me and I felt compelled to share...&lt;br /&gt;The Rules of Life&lt;br /&gt;1. Life is not fair-get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;2. The world won't care about your self esteem.  The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will NOT make $60,000.00 a year right out of high school.  You WON'T be a vice-president with a cell phone until you earn it.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;5. Flipping burgers is NOT beneath your dignity.  Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping, they called it opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;7. Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now.  They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were.  So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your school may have done away with winners and losers but life has NOT.  In some schools, the have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer.  This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;9. Life is not divided in to semesters.  You don't get the summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF.  Do that on your own time.&lt;br /&gt;10. Television is NOT real life.  In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shops and go to real jobs.&lt;br /&gt;11. Be nice to nerds.  Chances are you will end up working for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Bill Gates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bill Gates listed these in a speech.  It goes on to talk about how feel-good politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.  Was he spot on?  I tend to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*~PSA over, you may go about your daily lives now~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5744364998360071776?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5744364998360071776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5744364998360071776&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5744364998360071776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5744364998360071776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-public-service-announcement.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7473039444586590206</id><published>2008-09-22T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:15:51.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT WAS A LONG AND EVENTFUL WEEKEND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Jacksonville, Florida this weekend to celebrate my mother's 70th birthday.  Yeah, I'll shout her age LOUD!  I'm a brat like that.  We also celebrated my hubby's 40th.  It was fun and I love to see my brothers.  We had to sleep in their living room, by sleep I mean toss and turn and pretend to rest....  The weather couldn't be better if it tried.  I'll serve up some pics as soon as they forward them to me.  No, I didn't bring my camera.&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law's birthday is today...  On the way home we stopped to see some other friends because he is turning 40 tomorrow and we really couldn't leave with out teasing him *heehee*  Yeah there were a lot of people making babies on New Years Eve, huh? &lt;br /&gt;Nothing spectacular happened while we were there.  I hate riding/driving long distance so just the thought of going there makes me want to just curl up in bed and forgo the trip...  But it was nice seeing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long trip to make when we can find some free time.  Tysgirl I am talking about you again...  Some one of these days we are coming over your way, I promise (just like I have promised for the last how many months?)&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's Mondays are going better than ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7473039444586590206?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7473039444586590206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7473039444586590206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7473039444586590206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7473039444586590206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-long-and-eventful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-7788358290780497776</id><published>2008-09-18T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:44:06.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babygirl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I KNOW A GIRL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say a woman...  This woman is one of the sweetest people on the face of this earth.  I just found out last night that she is going to have a baby girl.  I am so very excited!!!  My Babygirl is my most favorite person on the earth.  She has me wrapped VERY tightly around her little finger.  Her skin is the softest I have ever felt, she's beautiful &amp;amp; she has always had little dimples on her knuckles (even at her thinnest weight).   I just love her hands.  She has been a constant source of enjoyment and enlightenment.  She is not afraid to be herself, she is reserved and funny.  She has lots of friends but has no problem putting them in their place when they are not acting right.  I swear she has been on this earth before, she is such an old soul.  She understands a lot more than she is told and is attracted to people not by how they look, but how their heart looks.  That speaks volumes when you are talking about a 12 year old.  I can't say enough good things about her, she's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm rambling on about is..... I am psyched that she is having a baby girl, they are one of a kind and she deserves a wonderful little person.&lt;br /&gt;She is going to be a great mother, I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-7788358290780497776?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/7788358290780497776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=7788358290780497776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7788358290780497776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/7788358290780497776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4767958290468387983</id><published>2008-09-17T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:15:37.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SNEqQL5tBxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/g8dKlMkvGkU/s1600-h/GANSTAMOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SNEqQL5tBxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/g8dKlMkvGkU/s400/GANSTAMOM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247021498424428306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is the original redheaded gangsta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something about my mom.  She is 5'0", red hair and freckles.  She is the toughest &amp;amp; strongest mother on earth.  She has a green thumb and can reel off any names of any plants anywhere at any time.  I am not talking their common names either.  She had aspirations to be a dressmaker when she was a young girl but changed her mind and decided to do hair for a living.  She is still doing hair and has been retired for about 4 years.  My parents have been married for 47 years (to each other).   She is feisty and funny but still extremely sensitive.  She believes all kids deserve to be loved unconditionally no matter what.  I admire her for that.  She has always been very good to my brothers, myself and our families.  She has never raised a hand to me in anger. &lt;br /&gt;I only wish I could be more like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom-ster!  You ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SNEsraywrDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5h5P3tcudQI/s1600-h/yeahtheyresafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SNEsraywrDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5h5P3tcudQI/s400/yeahtheyresafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247024165301562418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4767958290468387983?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4767958290468387983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4767958290468387983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4767958290468387983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4767958290468387983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mom-she-is-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SNEqQL5tBxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/g8dKlMkvGkU/s72-c/GANSTAMOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1439160856909381798</id><published>2008-09-16T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:07:09.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY IS A SUCKASS DAY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1439160856909381798?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1439160856909381798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1439160856909381798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1439160856909381798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1439160856909381798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-suckass-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5881604958871689810</id><published>2008-09-12T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:37:50.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took yesterday off just because.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am here with very little work to do so I decided that blogging was far more important than these deeds that need to get to the courthouse...  Yes, I am being bad, but it's A.O.K.  The Hubby's birthday was very uneventful, well, that's what he gets for not making a big deal of mine last year.  He went to the Dr. and has a hernia between his breast bone and his tummy button.  Yes, the full length of his stomach.  So he has an appointment on Monday.  Wish him luck.  Now let me tell ya, my hubby has the best looking abs in the world.  I love it!  I hope they don't scar it, it is such perfection (minus the hernia of course).  He works out 6 days a week, it was bound to happen. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a different note...  My dumb dog ran away last Friday and we just got her back Wednesday.  I didn't want to say anything until now because I just wanted her to be home and safe before I say anything.  She is such a dork!  Hopefully one day she'll figure out that being the happy wanderer is not all it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the kid's parent/teacher conferences yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;We met with Babygirl's teachers first and they gave rave reviews!!!  They all said they would love to have her laugh and cut up a little more.  They all said she is way too serious, LOL!!!  Then it was the time I dread.....every......year.....  We went to meet with Littleman's teachers.  The first teacher we talked to happens to be his history teacher AND his football coach.  He is getting a B+ in that class.  WOW!  This is great.  Then we talked to his math teacher who happens to be in LOVE with him and was singing his praises.  I mean she was gushing about how much fun he is to have in class and how he always has his homework done....blah, blah, blah... WOW that's a switch!  Then his English teacher came in, more of the same happy goodness, followed by his science teacher with more of the same!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!  Have aliens invaded my home and what have they done with my kids!???&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of both of them, they are working really hard this year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a side note, Littlman's team won on Wednesday 44-36 in double overtime!  YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5881604958871689810?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5881604958871689810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5881604958871689810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5881604958871689810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5881604958871689810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-friday-i-took-yesterday-off-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5419800174625683100</id><published>2008-09-10T07:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:04:10.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humpday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUBBY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my rock, you are my inspiration and you are my everything.  I love you more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;Turning 40 is not so bad, just wait till we are turning 90!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFSUCGVsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vzmCcL40q6Q/s1600-h/2223438671_0e668e1f2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFSUCGVsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vzmCcL40q6Q/s400/2223438671_0e668e1f2e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244377209502062274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFW0UUtII/AAAAAAAAAa8/zYml7qn254Y/s1600-h/2233362495_35cdd5942d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFW0UUtII/AAAAAAAAAa8/zYml7qn254Y/s400/2233362495_35cdd5942d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244377286887912578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFLTR9qHI/AAAAAAAAAas/-z2_iCGc3bo/s1600-h/2070559676_f138e49cd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFLTR9qHI/AAAAAAAAAas/-z2_iCGc3bo/s400/2070559676_f138e49cd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244377089041082482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5419800174625683100?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5419800174625683100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5419800174625683100&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5419800174625683100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5419800174625683100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-hubby-you-are-my-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SMfFSUCGVsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vzmCcL40q6Q/s72-c/2223438671_0e668e1f2e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-8793400385883090973</id><published>2008-09-07T18:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:25:28.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday Sunday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, not only did we survive the storm, we didn't even lose power, Woohoo!  The storm left us with very little rain and a bit of wind.  By Saturday it was beautiful outside.  We have had a fantastic weekend weather wise.  We had friends come up from Florida this weekend and it was really nice seeing them.  I played bunco today and I didn't win anything.  That's quite alright because I really like the game and hanging with the other women.  I am planning on going to bed early tonight as I have a heckofa day scheduled tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hubby turns 40 on the 10th so I have to think of something awesome for him.  He is such a good guy and deserves to be spoiled.  If any of you have any good suggestions, clue me in, I am at a loss here!  Hope you all had a good weekend too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-8793400385883090973?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/8793400385883090973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=8793400385883090973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8793400385883090973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/8793400385883090973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-1316152281732287853</id><published>2008-09-05T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:23:50.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting &amp;amp; Watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I am in Savannah, Georgia.  Tropical storm Hanna is heading for S.C. &amp;amp; N.C. but I'll tell you that there are so many people here that think it's heading straight for us.  Seriously they are out shopping like there is no tomorrow and acting like it's the end of the world.  Guess what, it's a storm.  Yes they suck and power will probably be out for a little while (only because Georgia Power hasn't figured out how to keep the power lines up and running even in the slightest wind).  I'm not worried about it, I haven't even given it much thought actually. &lt;br /&gt;We actually have guests coming up from Florida this weekend.  They will be here tomorrow morning.  I was hoping for a peaceful non-eventful weekend but alas it is not to be.  I am actually booked for the rest of the weekends in September.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great wonderful awesome uneventful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-1316152281732287853?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/1316152281732287853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=1316152281732287853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1316152281732287853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/1316152281732287853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-4879171232793964326</id><published>2008-09-03T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:27:38.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humpday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bro2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HAPPY HUMPDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They lost by a very small margin and Littleman didn't even get to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, they should have let him play after all!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work with very little time to blog, ugh! What is wrong with employers, blogging should be mandatory! My Bro2 and SIL2 came up with their spawn this weekend. It was nice seeing them, I haven't seen them in a very long time. I am so worried about my Bro2 though, he is very heavy right now and looks really unwell. I wish he would take care of himself. I will post some pictures when I get time. I don't have a lot of time lately...&lt;br /&gt;Littleman has a game this afternoon. Good luck to him. JV had a game yesterday and creamed the other team, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all get your hump on and have a fabulous Wednesday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-4879171232793964326?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/4879171232793964326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=4879171232793964326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4879171232793964326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/4879171232793964326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-humpday-i-am-at-work-with-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-3887741712856014471</id><published>2008-08-29T22:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:16:17.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY FOOTBALL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Littleman isn't so little any more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you didn't already know, he's #59...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240141874718616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi5RYdAqoI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_y7RfTkMV8/s400/IMG_8571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Geez Mama do you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have to take pictures???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240142806500384098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi6HnnGHWI/AAAAAAAAAak/zp0-v4CYTY8/s400/IMG_8658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240141680208884578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi5GD2Rs2I/AAAAAAAAAaE/9flL-QfjbLM/s400/IMG_8565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi55gYEquI/AAAAAAAAAac/s6BxLDFarH0/s1600-h/IMG_8636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240142564040157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi55gYEquI/AAAAAAAAAac/s6BxLDFarH0/s400/IMG_8636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi5tzjD2SI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uuHTXBZ-Z5U/s1600-h/IMG_8630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240142363028085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi5tzjD2SI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uuHTXBZ-Z5U/s400/IMG_8630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Mr. Handsome, good job!  I am so very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-3887741712856014471?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/3887741712856014471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=3887741712856014471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3887741712856014471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/3887741712856014471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVtDVcFTNmg/SLi5RYdAqoI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_y7RfTkMV8/s72-c/IMG_8571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-6374503033883001822</id><published>2008-08-28T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:38:47.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winners'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE WON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it up for the middle school Varsity football team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two toots for you Littleman! Toot Toot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will add pics tomorrow (I promise).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-6374503033883001822?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/6374503033883001822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=6374503033883001822&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6374503033883001822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/6374503033883001822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-won-36-12-give-it-up-for-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5263560238557655870</id><published>2008-08-28T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:52:04.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They POSTPONED the very first game!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF is that?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;So, the first game will be tonight instead.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe they would do that when I am so very excited?!?!  Wish him luck and I will post pics when my computer at home comes back online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5263560238557655870?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5263560238557655870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5263560238557655870&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5263560238557655870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5263560238557655870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-they-postponed-very-first-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17384878.post-5308845400651350316</id><published>2008-08-26T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:56:55.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE BIG GAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has his very first football game tomorrow.  I am so excited.  He has never joined any sport, ever....in his whole 14 years on this earth.  I can't wait to see him play.  When I was growing up my brothers both played football for the Daily Mixers (they are a local cement/gravel company).  My father watched football religiously, well, he still does.  None of my nephews played football and my son is the youngest boy of the bunch so when dad found out that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; have a footballer in the family he was so stoked!  I have to admit that I have always liked football.  I understand the game, I know how it's played and I enjoy watching it from the stands.  So when he decided he wanted to try it out and see how it's played I was so excited.  So tomorrow I can watch my heart running around the football field.  Hopefully I will have some good pics to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17384878-5308845400651350316?l=bigmamalola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/feeds/5308845400651350316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17384878&amp;postID=5308845400651350316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5308845400651350316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17384878/posts/default/5308845400651350316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamalola.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982209757185488789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1674/320/coooolcat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
