<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:16:31.388-04:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='new word'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='toddlers'/><category term='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='piano'/><category term='funny'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='kids'/><category term='brother'/><title type='text'>The Hellions Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-3694280121747154773</id><published>2010-05-12T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:59:31.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My son the socializer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-trCwbmQWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LprIRFCKJIA/s1600/DSCN2222.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/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-trCwbmQWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LprIRFCKJIA/s320/DSCN2222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470583867476164962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid makes friends everywhere we go and I do mean everywhere.  I took him to the bathroom at a rest stop once and he made friends with the little girl that was in there with her mom.  He is one of the friendliest kids I have ever seen.  He is also a huge flirt.  His best friend at his daycare is a girl named Morgan and apparently they are inseparable.  He found a friend when we went to Busch Gardens and they rode the kids roller coaster 8 times in a row together.  At his Tio's softball game last night I never had to worry about him because he made friends with a couple of older kids that were there.  They were following him around by the end of the night.  It scares me some because the boy doesn't know a stranger.  He will talk to anyone that will give him five seconds.  It also makes me happy because I wasn't like that and it was really hard for me to make friends.  I am glad he won't have that problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-3694280121747154773?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/3694280121747154773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=3694280121747154773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3694280121747154773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3694280121747154773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-son-socializer.html' title='My son the socializer'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-trCwbmQWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LprIRFCKJIA/s72-c/DSCN2222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8330791839866543936</id><published>2010-05-11T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:21:13.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jbK2qSMdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_d0AlplrinY/s1600/DSCN2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jbK2qSMdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_d0AlplrinY/s320/DSCN2220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469862726959509970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but my life gets weirder every day.  Yesterday was mother's day and I had the best one yet.  We didn't do anything exciting or new.  We went to Busch Gardens because D wanted to ride the new roller coaster again.  He loves that thing!  I woke up in so much pain this morning, from all the freaking walking we did, I thought I was going to die.  I did wake up smiling though.  D and I might have walked a million miles yesterday but they were some of the best I have walked in a while.  I have stuff to post about but I can't really yet as nothing is official.  Not making any promises but I might try to write here again.  Seems like everytime I hit a turning point in my life I try to dust this old thing off again.  We will see how long it keeps it shine this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8330791839866543936?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8330791839866543936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8330791839866543936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8330791839866543936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8330791839866543936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-strange.html' title='Life is Strange'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jbK2qSMdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_d0AlplrinY/s72-c/DSCN2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2284575529216419347</id><published>2009-07-17T00:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:44:13.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Town</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't been around in a long ass time.  Mostly because I am just talking to myself on here and I can do that just fine without typing.  I am just not good at keeping up with things.  I lose touch with friends, lose my glasses, hell lose my mind on a daily basis.  I also have no earthly idea where I am going with this.  I think I just got lost again.  Anyway, I guess I will dust this blog off and try to start typing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2284575529216419347?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2284575529216419347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2284575529216419347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2284575529216419347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2284575529216419347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghost-town.html' title='Ghost Town'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-5370925607251020945</id><published>2009-01-13T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:36:27.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got hit again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Col and Kerri both tagged me this time. I feel so loved. LOL! Here are the rules for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Go to your documents&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to your 6th file.&lt;br /&gt;3.Go to your 6th picture.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tag 6 friends to do the same. I don't have 6 people to tag since everyone I know has been tagged already so y'all will just have to survive that. If you read this consider yourself tagged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290986678026821074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SW1cWc8c3dI/AAAAAAAAALY/outdO-xbVXo/s320/IMG_1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken at my friend Loren's house.  That is her son who is seven months younger than mine.  About a minute later all the toys Ju-Ju had D had stolen.  It was an interesting day to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6847349491201192457"&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/8799022750903694641-5370925607251020945?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/5370925607251020945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=5370925607251020945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5370925607251020945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5370925607251020945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-hit-again.html' title='I got hit again!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SW1cWc8c3dI/AAAAAAAAALY/outdO-xbVXo/s72-c/IMG_1048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-4258382451258403350</id><published>2009-01-07T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:50:45.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This kid needs siblings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SWVp7jiYsWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cKpEQH5rcs4/s1600-h/DSCN1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288749809289179490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SWVp7jiYsWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cKpEQH5rcs4/s320/DSCN1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SWVp7kVGwII/AAAAAAAAALI/LklLV5cr0SM/s1600-h/DSCN1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288749809501913218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SWVp7kVGwII/AAAAAAAAALI/LklLV5cr0SM/s320/DSCN1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-4258382451258403350?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/4258382451258403350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=4258382451258403350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4258382451258403350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4258382451258403350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-kid-needs-siblings.html' title='This kid needs siblings!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SWVp7jiYsWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cKpEQH5rcs4/s72-c/DSCN1054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-4479157403457471493</id><published>2009-01-03T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:56:48.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been too long!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged.  I've never been tagged before.  I feel so loved.  Thanks &lt;a href="http://jamericanspice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Col&lt;/a&gt;!  So 7 random/weird facts about myself, let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am country to my soul!  Living in a big city is killing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The second toe on my right foot is actually my shortest toe.  It is really odd looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I miss my ex-husbands mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I will read anything I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I bore easily.  If I don't learn something new everyday I go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have never met, face to face, some of my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am as non-domestic as they come.  So if you can cook/clean you can be my best friend.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rules:&lt;br /&gt;• Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules in your post.&lt;br /&gt;• Share seven random/weird facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;• Tag seven random people and link to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;• Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 7 are &lt;a href="http://asotbw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nodontandstop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://overdosingonnostalgia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retro&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fromthelandoflegosandcheerios.blogspot.com/"&gt;MJ&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://really-seriouslythough.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lola&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/"&gt;Roxy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ourlilurchins.wordpress.com/"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-4479157403457471493?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/4479157403457471493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=4479157403457471493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4479157403457471493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4479157403457471493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='It has been too long!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-7345064588664405319</id><published>2008-12-03T22:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:59:54.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/STdVnfd9BmI/AAAAAAAAALA/T9-MlfXEfTU/s1600-h/DSCN0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275779625438217826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/STdVnfd9BmI/AAAAAAAAALA/T9-MlfXEfTU/s320/DSCN0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-7345064588664405319?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/7345064588664405319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=7345064588664405319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7345064588664405319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7345064588664405319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/STdVnfd9BmI/AAAAAAAAALA/T9-MlfXEfTU/s72-c/DSCN0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8286895361091304870</id><published>2008-11-05T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:57:45.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqtsEVaAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RHLeEGR8SBc/s1600-h/DSCN0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265388247505528834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqtsEVaAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RHLeEGR8SBc/s320/DSCN0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqsxzNt9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/TNYqmHSmOcI/s1600-h/DSCN0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265388231864465362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqsxzNt9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/TNYqmHSmOcI/s320/DSCN0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqsLBY7NI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Gckl2ddTTbU/s1600-h/DSCN0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265388221454937298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqsLBY7NI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Gckl2ddTTbU/s320/DSCN0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween a little late! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8286895361091304870?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8286895361091304870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8286895361091304870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8286895361091304870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8286895361091304870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SRJqtsEVaAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RHLeEGR8SBc/s72-c/DSCN0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8595524600944107813</id><published>2008-10-22T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:38:58.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SP-PM7WF29I/AAAAAAAAAJc/bkH2aVo9Mck/s1600-h/P1000062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260080342043581394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SP-PM7WF29I/AAAAAAAAAJc/bkH2aVo9Mck/s320/P1000062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an oldie but I love it.  For more WW check &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8595524600944107813?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8595524600944107813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8595524600944107813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8595524600944107813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8595524600944107813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SP-PM7WF29I/AAAAAAAAAJc/bkH2aVo9Mck/s72-c/P1000062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6544305578513454165</id><published>2008-10-16T00:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:49:10.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHpshq-2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/mEzcnmsWO34/s1600-h/DSCN0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257609134142585698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHpshq-2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/mEzcnmsWO34/s320/DSCN0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHp5iimPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/40XK5Z1Fi8w/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257609137635891442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHp5iimPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/40XK5Z1Fi8w/s320/DSCN0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHqI54jaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wG7e4Mw2EUg/s1600-h/DSCN0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257609141760331170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHqI54jaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wG7e4Mw2EUg/s320/DSCN0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6544305578513454165?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6544305578513454165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6544305578513454165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6544305578513454165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6544305578513454165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-friend-ww.html' title='New Friend WW'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SPbHpshq-2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/mEzcnmsWO34/s72-c/DSCN0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-4434741374259497676</id><published>2008-10-16T00:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:37:28.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I have realized I am a romantic at heart.  Not the happily ever after kind.  No I want the adventure and mystery and yes the passion.  I want to have lived in another time or in another universe.  I want to be one of the characters in my books.  I want to see all there is to see.  I want to experience everything.  I want to live life at the speed of light.  I want to go and do and explore.  I am trapped in a mundane world that holds no real appeal.  I keep wondering what I am going to do with my life because nothing holds my interest for long.  The only thing that keeps me grounded is the Hellion.  I have a need for something but I don't know what it is.  I know there is more for me, more to me than what I am doing now.  I don't want to be rich or famous, I just want to have lived and never missed a moment.  I wish I knew where to go with everything inside me.  I wish I knew how to let it out.  I want to be someone else.  There are times I want to just pack a bag with my stuff and the hellions and just go, anywhere but here.  I love my family but I don't feel I belong here, I never have.  I just haven't been able to express it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-4434741374259497676?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/4434741374259497676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=4434741374259497676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4434741374259497676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4434741374259497676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-5592627047537750220</id><published>2008-10-08T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:32:51.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hellion Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1sabyJDnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YbSEU4sHyOo/s1600-h/DSCN0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254975541601701490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1sabyJDnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YbSEU4sHyOo/s320/DSCN0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1sakLRHZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TLBRmDMiPKo/s1600-h/DSCN0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254975543854570898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1sakLRHZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TLBRmDMiPKo/s320/DSCN0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1satj8RFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Yd2_QzJE25A/s1600-h/DSCN0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254975546373981266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1satj8RFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Yd2_QzJE25A/s320/DSCN0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-5592627047537750220?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/5592627047537750220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=5592627047537750220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5592627047537750220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5592627047537750220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellion-style.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SO1sabyJDnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YbSEU4sHyOo/s72-c/DSCN0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8625962686374821872</id><published>2008-10-06T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:17:22.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGigkkmeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tbsnr2TAKZs/s1600-h/298679240406_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230211442285026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGigkkmeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tbsnr2TAKZs/s320/298679240406_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGjJim0CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q_0DtcLGBuQ/s1600-h/202879240406_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230222439895074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGjJim0CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q_0DtcLGBuQ/s320/202879240406_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGjaNDSyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xJMNJfvS5cM/s1600-h/365389240406_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230226912889634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGjaNDSyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xJMNJfvS5cM/s320/365389240406_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGjloSFqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tdCz2ENiSr0/s1600-h/274789240406_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230229979895458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGjloSFqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tdCz2ENiSr0/s320/274789240406_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGkNG2_fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vdKxNk2coCI/s1600-h/425389240406_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230240577125874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGkNG2_fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vdKxNk2coCI/s320/425389240406_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby boy isn't such a baby anymore. He turned three last week and he got his big boy bed and this past weekend we gave him a birthday party and made it more official. He is three years old now. I can barely remember him as a newborn, thank God for pictures. He has gone through a lot in his short life and I love him more than anything. We went to Chuck E Cheese for his party and he had a blast. He played just about every game in there. He climbed all in the playstructure. I wasn't sure we were going to get him back from that. He hardly ate anything cause he was so excited. He ripped through his presents faster than I have seen him do anything in a while. He was so damn cute. We went home and he passed out two minutes into the drive. We played with his new tee-ball set when he got up. The boy is a born pitcher. All in all it was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8625962686374821872?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8625962686374821872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8625962686374821872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8625962686374821872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8625962686374821872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/10/party.html' title='The party'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOrGigkkmeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tbsnr2TAKZs/s72-c/298679240406_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-137846853277542786</id><published>2008-10-04T01:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:01:23.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOcGqGaasBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ka5OhHw3g60/s1600-h/DSCN0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253174810696658962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOcGqGaasBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ka5OhHw3g60/s320/DSCN0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOcGqX0Q7QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yASNUixopuA/s1600-h/DSCN0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253174815368473858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOcGqX0Q7QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yASNUixopuA/s320/DSCN0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally caved and bought the hellion a big boy bed. I have been putting it off for forever because he never climbed out of the crib and I didn't want to deal with keeping him in the twin bed. I was soooooooo right to dread it. I picked him up from his dads tonight and we got home late. So we played with Nini (my sister) for a bit then it was bed time. The child was not at all tired and I wanted to pass out already. We read two books and than the fight began. 3 cups of water, five moves from bed to floor back to bed, numerous tears (mostly mine) and the boy is finally asleep. Please pray for the rest of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-137846853277542786?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/137846853277542786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=137846853277542786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/137846853277542786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/137846853277542786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/10/bed.html' title='The bed'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SOcGqGaasBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ka5OhHw3g60/s72-c/DSCN0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-3189033440148715779</id><published>2008-09-18T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:12:40.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I am mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2B6dgetI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zbnv5P9d9lw/s1600-h/DSCN0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247456659829193426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2B6dgetI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zbnv5P9d9lw/s320/DSCN0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2CeeKbmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/E0vJaAQMhIA/s1600-h/DSCN0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247456669495619170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2CeeKbmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/E0vJaAQMhIA/s320/DSCN0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2Cys10zI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d2G5e7cjRV8/s1600-h/DSCN0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247456674925892402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2Cys10zI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d2G5e7cjRV8/s320/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hellion hates getting his haircut, but it was so past time for it. He was getting rather shaggy. So my sister and I took him to Master Cuts today. The entire time he is saying, "no haircut, no mohawk" cause sis and I have been wanting to get him one forever. Well despite his complaints we got him a "babyhawk" as a friend put it. He is so damn cute!!!! We are going to the Rays game tonight so he will fit right in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-3189033440148715779?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/3189033440148715779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=3189033440148715779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3189033440148715779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3189033440148715779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-i-am-mean.html' title='Yeah, I am mean.'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNK2B6dgetI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zbnv5P9d9lw/s72-c/DSCN0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6088262087185280461</id><published>2008-09-16T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:08:40.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNBmNRBGXAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fUAoDWgxoBQ/s1600-h/DSCN0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246805943978974210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNBmNRBGXAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fUAoDWgxoBQ/s320/DSCN0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNBmNyCJysI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ODX-FUxqHmQ/s1600-h/DSCN0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246805952841763522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNBmNyCJysI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ODX-FUxqHmQ/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the 17th story!  &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednessday.com/"&gt;More WW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6088262087185280461?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6088262087185280461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6088262087185280461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6088262087185280461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6088262087185280461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday_16.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SNBmNRBGXAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fUAoDWgxoBQ/s72-c/DSCN0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6948008365898904961</id><published>2008-09-10T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:48:17.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMiGmZRSepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oBtDJG8odEU/s1600-h/DSCN0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244589760249494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMiGmZRSepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oBtDJG8odEU/s320/DSCN0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Atlanta Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt; Check out more &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesdays&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6948008365898904961?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6948008365898904961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6948008365898904961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6948008365898904961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6948008365898904961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday_10.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMiGmZRSepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oBtDJG8odEU/s72-c/DSCN0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2046322727443394860</id><published>2008-09-08T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:52:35.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta and UFC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWg8OOugI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uPAnoa-K2R4/s1600-h/DSCN0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833202552781314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWg8OOugI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uPAnoa-K2R4/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWhRxzKhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m--E0YmC2lg/s1600-h/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWhqWJ8nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8xtUaBltsic/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833214934053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWhqWJ8nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8xtUaBltsic/s320/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWiFmbJbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/h7-r3piQVXM/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833222250046898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWiFmbJbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/h7-r3piQVXM/s320/DSCN0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWiS2tvZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NCarDUTFwU8/s1600-h/DSCN0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833225808035218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWiS2tvZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NCarDUTFwU8/s320/DSCN0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the best vacation I have had in a very long time! I had a blast in Atlanta with my brother and a couple friends of ours. We drove up Thursday night after everyone got off work. We got there around 2am and checked in at the Hilton! I love that hotel. We felt slightly out of place, it was the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. We were on the 17th floor. The elevators were the cool ones you can see outside in. Friday we went to the Aquarium and that place is amazing. I am going back to Atlanta just so I can take the Hellion to that Aquarium. It was amazing. It was well worth the price. We spent a couple of hours there, then went to the Underground. It is a mall under the city. It was pretty cool. We hung out in an Irish pub there then headed back towards the hotel. There was a bar almost right across the street from the hotel so we went and hung out there. It was fun but damn expensive. $14 for a pitcher of beer. That is crazy. Oh, let me say we walked EVERYWHERE! I am serious, it was great. We got a ton of exercise this past weekend. Everything was within walking distance of our hotel. Plus the weather was perfect while we were there. It wasn't blistering hot and it didn't rain. We spent Saturday hanging at the hotel mostly. It was nice to relax by the pool and sleep in. Saturday night was the fight. I still can't believe we were there. I can't believe I was actually at an event. Our seats weren't great but we could see everything perfectly. My camera jut wouldn't zoom in enough to get good pictures. The fights were really good except the main event. Chuck Lidell and Rashead Evans fought. Evans won which pissed me off. He knocked Chuck out and he was out for almost a minute. I thought I was gonna cry. I was so sad my boy didn't win. He is who I really went to see. It was still fantabulous though. Sunday we drove home, stopping off to pick up the hellion from his dad. All in all it was an incredible weekend and I won't be forgeting it for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2046322727443394860?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2046322727443394860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2046322727443394860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2046322727443394860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2046322727443394860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/09/atlanta-and-ufc.html' title='Atlanta and UFC!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SMXWg8OOugI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uPAnoa-K2R4/s72-c/DSCN0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-387135676284430004</id><published>2008-09-03T19:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:44:35.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SL8hHnSsw5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/r4MNuArLfKA/s1600-h/DSCN0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241944905972761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SL8hHnSsw5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/r4MNuArLfKA/s320/DSCN0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SL8hIODBUCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xGyrOpxyxZM/s1600-h/DSCN0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241944916375982114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SL8hIODBUCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xGyrOpxyxZM/s320/DSCN0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Cat!  For more wordless wednesday check &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-387135676284430004?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/387135676284430004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=387135676284430004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/387135676284430004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/387135676284430004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SL8hHnSsw5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/r4MNuArLfKA/s72-c/DSCN0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-7215729345759802628</id><published>2008-08-28T00:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:52:39.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SLYuz1CrBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Aq_F1fAsPMA/s1600-h/DSCN0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239426684438643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SLYuz1CrBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Aq_F1fAsPMA/s320/DSCN0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too much Blues Clues!  This is his "thinking chair".  For more wordless wednesday go &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-7215729345759802628?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/7215729345759802628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=7215729345759802628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7215729345759802628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7215729345759802628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordless-wednesdy.html' title='Wordless Wednesdy'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SLYuz1CrBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Aq_F1fAsPMA/s72-c/DSCN0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6601609647912326268</id><published>2008-08-24T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:25:31.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My son, the smartass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SLFusgo3VZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D4Rcp_jvwSI/s1600-h/DSCN0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238089552563230098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SLFusgo3VZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D4Rcp_jvwSI/s320/DSCN0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son is two going on 16. He already has the attitude and bossiness and he has proven in the past couple days he is my son. He is a little smartass. My favorite was at my sister's expense. He was playing with her hair clip and she asked for it back. He said "ok" and proceeded to leave the room with it. He comes back in walkes up to her and says "You can have it if you find it, HaHaHa." I was dying. Yesterday he put me in timeout. He got in trouble for playing in a closet. I told him to get out of there and started counting. So I go in my room to change my sheets and he tells me, "Mommy, get out of there. 1,2,3 Mommy go to timeout." I was laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my face. I went to timeout till he realized I had to change the sheets so he could watch his movie. The kid is growing up to fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6601609647912326268?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6601609647912326268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6601609647912326268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6601609647912326268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6601609647912326268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-son-smartass.html' title='My son, the smartass'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SLFusgo3VZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D4Rcp_jvwSI/s72-c/DSCN0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2246431667748234234</id><published>2008-08-20T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:46:59.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKy6k8eKwSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T5C5yeBg5vs/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236765610595762466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKy6k8eKwSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T5C5yeBg5vs/s320/DSCN0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is such a thing as too many dogs, this is not it though.  For more Wordless Wednesday pics go &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKy6QdYq2UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rXFXB-zSiRs/s1600-h/DSCN0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2246431667748234234?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2246431667748234234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2246431667748234234&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2246431667748234234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2246431667748234234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordless-wednesday_20.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKy6k8eKwSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T5C5yeBg5vs/s72-c/DSCN0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-3802235707888027359</id><published>2008-08-19T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:30:55.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy &amp; a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk22FPX3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/r5ZmDw3IGL4/s1600-h/DSCN0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389885141540722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk22FPX3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/r5ZmDw3IGL4/s320/DSCN0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk3DkeZTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vi7nnhNyaRs/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389888762209586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk3DkeZTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vi7nnhNyaRs/s320/DSCN0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk3h6Z5CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ykyE7j4o06Q/s1600-h/DSCN0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389896907252770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk3h6Z5CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ykyE7j4o06Q/s320/DSCN0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk4Nry5TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q7W_huIO38E/s1600-h/DSCN0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389908657136946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk4Nry5TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q7W_huIO38E/s320/DSCN0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not his dog though. This is a friend's dog that we were dogsitting. 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a dog'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKtk22FPX3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/r5ZmDw3IGL4/s72-c/DSCN0547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-7445593115510603910</id><published>2008-08-13T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:28:37.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKOKO0bTkjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GYbxu7IYriQ/s1600-h/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234179179130622514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKOKO0bTkjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GYbxu7IYriQ/s320/DSCN0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-7445593115510603910?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/7445593115510603910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=7445593115510603910&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7445593115510603910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7445593115510603910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SKOKO0bTkjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GYbxu7IYriQ/s72-c/DSCN0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-1041840660335812691</id><published>2008-08-09T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:34:58.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Baaaack!</title><content type='html'>The Hellion came home again today!  Woohoo!  I couldn't be happier.  Well I could be if he hadn't lived up to his name within five minutes of setting foot inside the house.  His Nini wasn't here, she was out running errands.  He lost it.  Started screaming he wanted his Nini NOW!  It was actually kind of funny.  He got timeout and finally apologized for yelling at mommy.  Nini came home and he has mostly been golden.  Didn't want to eat dinner, no real surprise there.  He fought me for a sec, but once I put him in a chair with food in front of him he ate most of it.  Now he wants to go swimming, but he has to go to bed early tonight since he didn't get a nap.  Hopefully he will pass out quickly.  I am so happy he is home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-1041840660335812691?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/1041840660335812691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=1041840660335812691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1041840660335812691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1041840660335812691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-baaaack.html' title='He&apos;s Baaaack!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-1875400882483113818</id><published>2008-08-06T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:35:18.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Testaments Two Gods?</title><content type='html'>I am not an authority on the bible. I have read it and done plenty of bible studies. I even took classes on it in college. I do have a religion degree and for a long time I considered myself a Christian. Lately I have re-thought that position. Anyway that is just background for what is my OPINION. It is not even a fully formed opinion. A post on MM really got me thinking and I wanted to post some thoughts I had and get others opinions on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the Old Testament God and the New Testament God are two different Gods. They have different attitudes, different paths and different ways they communicate. The old testament God is jealous and vengeful and full of anger. He is like a little kid who has to have his way or he throws a fit. He wants all the attention and praise and woe unto anyone who doesn't follow his directions EXACTLY. His temper tantrums are legendary and even innocents get caught in the crossfire. He is very hands on and has to be in everybodies business. The new testament God is much more laid back, more in control of his emotions. He is more loving and giving instead of angry and demanding. He lets people make mistakes and gently shows them the correct way. He has more confidence in himself and his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like either it is two seperate gods or God grew up from the Old to the New. Maybe having a child settled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copied from my post on &lt;a href="http://community.mommymatter.com/"&gt;Mommymatter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-1875400882483113818?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/1875400882483113818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=1875400882483113818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1875400882483113818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1875400882483113818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-testaments-two-gods.html' title='Two Testaments Two Gods?'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-7925359975298936919</id><published>2008-08-05T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:05:01.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's to blame?</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone takes responsibility for their actions anymore.  I can't tell you the last time I heard, "it's my fault and I'm sorry".  I don't know the last time I said it for that matter.  Everyone always has an excuse or someone to blame their problems on.  If is as small as, "I was late to work because of traffic."  Or as big as, "It's my parents fault I killed that kid."  We blame the teachers for our kids failing classes and the parents for everything else.  We all need to readjust our thinking.  We need to take responsibility for our actions, big and small.  Start by apologizing without offering a gazillion excuses along with it.  Work up to fixing your mistakes and not repeating them.  Teach your children to do the same.  Not everything is your fault but be accountable for what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this a month or so ago while at work.  I had heard about ten different excuses that day for why a project didn't get done on time and I got annoyed.  This is a little harsh, reading it now, but I still think it is a good post.  We do need to take more responsibility for our actions and stop blaming the rest of society for our screw ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-7925359975298936919?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/7925359975298936919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=7925359975298936919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7925359975298936919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7925359975298936919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/whos-to-blame.html' title='Who&apos;s to blame?'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-3924063968475540515</id><published>2008-08-02T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:51:32.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry My Up</title><content type='html'>The Hellion is with his father for another week.  He has been gone a week already and I miss him with every fiber of my being.  I want to drive up there and demand they give him back to me.  Alas he loves his dad and while his dad is an ass he is also a great father.  So instead I spend time quoting Hellion phrases with my family.  "Carry my up" is one of my favorites.  I am going to cry the day he says pick me up instead.  "Come show me" is another good one.  He really means come look or come let me show you.  It is cute and sweet and every time I say it or someone else does I can hear his little voice in my head.   "Mommy come on" with his huge southern accent he picks up from his dad.  I miss my baby and I want him back now.  I will just have to settle for talking to him on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-3924063968475540515?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/3924063968475540515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=3924063968475540515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3924063968475540515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3924063968475540515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/carry-my-up.html' title='Carry My Up'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2550046593346309124</id><published>2008-08-02T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:34:26.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, really!</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month since I last blogged.  That is a long ass time.  I feel as if I have been neglecting my duties.  I will have to make up for it somehow.  Unfortunately real life has been getting in the way of my online life.  Sad, I know.  All kinds of things have been going on.  Nothing truly interesting or exciting though.  Sorry to disappoint.  I don't really have a point to this blog, just wanted to apologize for neglecting my poor lonely blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2550046593346309124?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2550046593346309124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2550046593346309124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2550046593346309124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2550046593346309124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-really.html' title='Wow, really!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8013604720579654971</id><published>2008-07-06T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:54:03.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fourth</title><content type='html'>I finally found something my son is afraid of, Fireworks!!  We decided we weren't going to one of the big shows in case he got scared.  That turned out to be a good plan.  So my sister and I went and bought about $40 worth of fireworks to shoot off at the house.  He liked the sparklers, they were pretty.  The first time we lit one of the other ones he took off running for the house.  Then he came and hid behind me.  So I picked him up and held him.  He was better there and managed to watch three or four more.  Then we did this one that made a horendus whistling noise.  The hellion was done after that.  He looked at me and said "mommy, I done.  Go inside now!"  I was proud of him.  He stuck it out for a while.  Now he is asking when we are going to do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8013604720579654971?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8013604720579654971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8013604720579654971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8013604720579654971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8013604720579654971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth.html' title='The fourth'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-9208192506100190259</id><published>2008-07-02T17:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:09:13.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>I have finally figured out the day I took the wrong turn that landed me here, hating my life.  It wasn't the day I got my first credit card or the day I met my ex-husband.  No, this goes back much further than that.  The day of doom happened when I, in all my innocence, decided boys didn't have cooties.  Money isn't the root of all evil, men are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-9208192506100190259?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/9208192506100190259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=9208192506100190259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/9208192506100190259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/9208192506100190259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-9026885196298708445</id><published>2008-06-30T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:50:49.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My son's room</title><content type='html'>My sister asked the other day if she could paint my sons room while she is staying with us.  Let me rephrase that, she basically told me she was painting his room.  She also said her and my brother's girlfriend had a lot of ideas.  Okay, so do I get a say in what you do with MY son's room?!  Let's just say I was not very receptive at first.  Now I am starting to warm up to the idea.  I get to do the fun stuff like shopping and picking out colors and matching decor.  She gets to do all the labor like painting and moving furniture.  Yeah, I can handle that.  So I started looking for stuff today.  We are going to do a sports theme for his room.  The kid is obsessed with sports already and he isn't even three yet.  I have found a ton of cute stuff, most of which I can't afford.  I can dream though.  The one thing I haven't found is a cute comforter and sheets.  I just don't like any of the ones I have seen so far.  My dad is buying him (well giving me the money to buy him) a twin size bed.  So now I am on a quest to find him some cute sheets that go with our theme.  Shouldn't be too hard, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-9026885196298708445?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/9026885196298708445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=9026885196298708445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/9026885196298708445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/9026885196298708445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sons-room.html' title='My son&apos;s room'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8432165942711212353</id><published>2008-06-24T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:54:06.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my new pretty banner!!</title><content type='html'>Isn't my new banner awesome!  I will have to say I did not make it.  I am not that creative.  My good friend Lisa made it for me.  She is rockin'.  LOL!  Check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://diaperstodating.blogspot.com/"&gt;From Diapers to Dating&lt;/a&gt; and her invitations and announcements at &lt;a href="http://ottocreations.com/"&gt;Otto Creations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8432165942711212353?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8432165942711212353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8432165942711212353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8432165942711212353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8432165942711212353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-my-new-pretty-banner.html' title='Look at my new pretty banner!!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8548133728066561543</id><published>2008-06-16T23:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:36:51.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My brother is crazy when he gets bored.  Here are a few videos of him and some kids swim rings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="296" height="254" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db253aa4231577a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb253aa4231577a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330045500%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46E93751BF577D2DABC8AA465428B0C63FEDA1CB.8163E6C24DDD920A28E024A193A61B57A9E83BF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb253aa4231577a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsKfzKvXhR9ejrAF-oA6Tq5G4edE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="296" height="254" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb253aa4231577a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330045500%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46E93751BF577D2DABC8AA465428B0C63FEDA1CB.8163E6C24DDD920A28E024A193A61B57A9E83BF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb253aa4231577a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsKfzKvXhR9ejrAF-oA6Tq5G4edE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SE9LJYd0ggI/AAAAAAAAADY/h47Xogdq_WU/s200/Copy+of+DSCN0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SE9LJ4opMeI/AAAAAAAAADg/Fo2RPbaqUMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210465927084716514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SE9LJ4opMeI/AAAAAAAAADg/Fo2RPbaqUMQ/s200/DSCN0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8373845617998041337?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8373845617998041337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8373845617998041337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8373845617998041337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8373845617998041337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-some-pictures.html' title='Just some pictures'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/SE9LJYd0ggI/AAAAAAAAADY/h47Xogdq_WU/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-5610571429132837224</id><published>2008-05-30T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:14:17.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Babyland we go!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!  I am getting my son tomorrow and I am going to see two new babies!  Two good friends of mine just had babies two weeks ago.  I can't wait to see them.  I can't wait to see all the kids actually.  Being around the newborns is going to be really hard.  I want another baby so badly.  It doesn't help that my sister is going and she is dying for me to have another baby too.  It will be great to have the hellion back and he will love hanging out with all the other kids.  He loves babies too.  Should be a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-5610571429132837224?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/5610571429132837224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=5610571429132837224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5610571429132837224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5610571429132837224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-babyland-we-go_30.html' title='To Babyland we go!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6865496305943100870</id><published>2008-05-21T18:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:56:16.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Momma</title><content type='html'>Well I am shocked.  I got an e-mail this morning and I am a top momma!!  I am so excited.  Go click on my link and help me stay up there.  Thanks everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.topmomma.com/mommas/referal/1574"&gt;http://www.topmomma.com/mommas/referal/1574&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6865496305943100870?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6865496305943100870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6865496305943100870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6865496305943100870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6865496305943100870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-momma.html' title='Top Momma'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8890793991592856422</id><published>2008-05-12T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:57:54.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/DSCN0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say I am exhausted! I had the best weekend!! I don't think I have ever packed so much into one 3 day weekend before. So Saturday I took Damian to the Kids Fest thing. It was rather boring and D was whiny. They did have a blow up obstacle course thing that Damian made it half way through before he turned around and came back out.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home and took naps. My parents went to the Rays game and I almost took D to that but he was not in the best mood so I took him to the mall instead. He played in the kids area for over an hour, rode the carousel and we ate dinner. We still didn't get home till after 9pm. Thankfully he fell asleep in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got him up and ready for church then sent him off with my mom. Then I got ready for Rockfest. OMG! It was a freaking blast!!! My brother and I got there around 11am. The first two bands were really good, then we kinda stopped listening for a while. Later that afternoon Surge was on and we started listening again. A few of our friends showed up and we hung out with them. Michelle and I went up to the stage to watch Three Doors Down. We were maybe five rows back by the time we couldn't squeeze through anymore. They were amazing. Then Kid Rock came on and blew everyone away. It was a great day and I had a great time. I got burned bad though. I also forgot to take my camera and I was pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today D and I went to Busch Gardens for his first time. It was so much fun. We wondered around and looked at all the animals. We played in Jungala and the Land of the Dragons. I realized my baby wasn't a baby anymore. He went on a ton of rides all by himself. He had so much fun. I couldn't believe he went on all the kiddie rides. I got some great pics of him today. We had a blast and didn't get home till late. Poor boy is going to be a mess tomorrow at school, but it was worth it. I think tomorrow is going to suck for both of us, but the weekend was well worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8890793991592856422?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8890793991592856422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8890793991592856422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8890793991592856422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8890793991592856422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-weekend.html' title='The best weekend!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x143/kma3010/Damian%20over%202/th_DSCN0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-1996262928095370621</id><published>2008-04-09T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:58:33.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my Hellion</title><content type='html'>I hate this so much.  Now it is worse.  Our custody agreement has changed and we each get him for two weeks at a time instead of one.  It is hopefully going to be a lot easier on the boy.  He will get time to settle into  each house and we will get three full days with him instead of one.  Plus it will save me 100 bucks in gas.  The part that sucks is my ex having him.  I hate it so much.  He should be here, with me.  Not off with his dad doing who knows what.  I don't want to take him away from his dad but at times it is really tempting.  Ugh, this just sucks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-1996262928095370621?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/1996262928095370621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=1996262928095370621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1996262928095370621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1996262928095370621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-my-hellion.html' title='I miss my Hellion'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-5089084553637991241</id><published>2008-03-30T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:26:54.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS-Oj5eSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rynE7nUljaE/s1600-h/P1000584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183664031373293858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS-Oj5eSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rynE7nUljaE/s200/P1000584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS-uj5eTI/AAAAAAAAACY/6xvQh4k2H-k/s1600-h/P1000602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183664039963228466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS-uj5eTI/AAAAAAAAACY/6xvQh4k2H-k/s200/P1000602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS_uj5eUI/AAAAAAAAACg/K1sjvZaweys/s1600-h/P1000617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183664057143097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS_uj5eUI/AAAAAAAAACg/K1sjvZaweys/s200/P1000617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_ATAOj5eVI/AAAAAAAAACo/bIAvhWFTms0/s1600-h/P1000634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183664065733032274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_ATAOj5eVI/AAAAAAAAACo/bIAvhWFTms0/s200/P1000634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_ATAuj5eWI/AAAAAAAAACw/Rp_kGi9BN48/s1600-h/P1000637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183664074322966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_ATAuj5eWI/AAAAAAAAACw/Rp_kGi9BN48/s200/P1000637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Lowry Park Zoo today! The hellion, Nini, Gigi, Papa and I spent a few hours walking around looking at all the animals. Hellion of course didn't want to walk and didn't want to be in his stroller. So Gigi and Nini spent a lot of time holding him, I refused to. I am such a mean mommy. We saw all the Florida animals. He petted the stingrays and absolutely loved the manatees and turtles and other reptiles/amphibians. He got to feed a giraffe, which was a fun experience for him. He got to see a kangaroo with a baby in her pouch. All you could see were the tail and one of its feet sticking out. Hellion was fascinated and didn't want to leave. He also had his first ice cream cone today. Gigi made the mistake of offering him a bite of hers. Needless to say she never got it back. All in all it was a pretty good day. We got to see lots of animals and got some great pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-5089084553637991241?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/5089084553637991241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=5089084553637991241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5089084553637991241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/5089084553637991241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-at-zoo.html' title='A day at the zoo!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R_AS-Oj5eSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rynE7nUljaE/s72-c/P1000584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2899834823656411480</id><published>2008-03-17T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:34:05.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Land of Monkeys and Princesses, Contest!</title><content type='html'>So a wonderful mom blogger I know is holding a contest.  The prize is a Baby Jamz Nursery Rhymes Volume 1 CD.  This is a new line of toys and she is raving about it.  I checked out their website and it looks like they have some great stuff out there.  If you want to check them out here is their website.  &lt;a href="http://www.babyjamz.com/"&gt;http://www.babyjamz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2899834823656411480?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://asouthernfairytale.blogspot.com/' title='From the Land of Monkeys and Princesses, Contest!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2899834823656411480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2899834823656411480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2899834823656411480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2899834823656411480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-land-of-monkeys-and-princesses.html' title='From the Land of Monkeys and Princesses, Contest!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6690754743842102194</id><published>2008-03-01T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:45:06.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH!</title><content type='html'>I live in a neighborhood with an association and stupid rules.  They are a bunch of small minded idiots with nothing better to do than go around looking for things to complain about.  Apparently when they created the list of rules for our neighborhood there were a lot of work trucks here because the neighborhood was still under construction.  One of their stupid rules is no trucks parked in the driveway.  Ok, fine.  What would you like my brother and I to do with our trucks then.  We can't stick them in the garage because they don't fit.  We can't park them in the street or anywhere else in the neighborhood so what would you like us to do exactly?!  Seriously, is this the best thing you could come up with.  There are a zillion rules being broken in this neighborhood daily and you are gonna harp on an outdated one.  Why don't you spend your spare time finding the hoodlums that wreck peoples mailboxes every week.  Or the ones that litter in the ponds.  Go find something worthwhile to bitch about and leave us the hell alone!  I am gonna start parking at the park in the neighborhood.  Don't think we have any rules about that.  Meh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6690754743842102194?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6690754743842102194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6690754743842102194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6690754743842102194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6690754743842102194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/03/wth.html' title='WTH!'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-3163867308462362143</id><published>2008-02-29T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:01:34.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tio</title><content type='html'>My son adores his Tio!  He walks around the house saying "where Tio?", "Tio play".  The feeling is completely mutual as well.  My brother dotes on his nephew.  (The kid is spoiled rotten by all his aunts and uncles)  So, last night we went and watched Tio play softball.  It was so much fun.  The Hellion spent half the game trying to get out on the field and the other half making friends with all the fans and other teams.  He would yell for his Tio everytime he was up to bat.  Tio was so excited that the Hellion made it to one of his games.  He spent half the game bragging about his nephew.  It was a fun game and I am just glad Hellion got to go watch one.  Of course my camera is broken and I forgot to grab my moms so no pics this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-3163867308462362143?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/3163867308462362143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=3163867308462362143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3163867308462362143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/3163867308462362143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/02/tio.html' title='Tio'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-1432740825524134978</id><published>2008-02-18T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:18:48.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidazy.com</title><content type='html'>I love this website.  The lady who runs it does a fabulous job.  What is it all about you ask.  It is a website with awesome toy reviews for kids of all ages.  It will give you the best toys to buy for any child you know.  All the toys have been tested and the reviews are very in deapth.  You will know just what to get your favorite kids.  Go check it out.  &lt;a href="http://www.kidazy.com/"&gt;http://www.kidazy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-1432740825524134978?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kidazy.com/' title='Kidazy.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/1432740825524134978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=1432740825524134978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1432740825524134978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1432740825524134978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/02/kidazycom.html' title='Kidazy.com'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2141563553990754227</id><published>2008-02-15T03:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T03:28:04.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM1xNMlSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RUt1nhxKxLw/s1600-h/Jeff+and+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167120634102977826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM1xNMlSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RUt1nhxKxLw/s200/Jeff+and+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM2BNMlTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FE2C9k6YPI0/s1600-h/D+and+jeffrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167120638397945138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM2BNMlTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FE2C9k6YPI0/s200/D+and+jeffrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM2RNMlUI/AAAAAAAAACE/_PaSyfWvTbE/s1600-h/angel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167120642692912450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM2RNMlUI/AAAAAAAAACE/_PaSyfWvTbE/s200/angel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how many people get to meet someone they have chatted with online, but yesterday I got to meet one. I had a great time and now have a new "real life" friend. She is just as cool in person as she is online. It was a little nerve wracking driving to meet here. "Will she like me?" "Will I like her?" "Will our kids get along?" All these questions are running through my head as I am making my way up I-4. It turned out better than expected though. We got along great. I think her husband is wonderful. The kids adored each other. I can't wait to meet more online friends! Yeah Jewels you are one of the ones I want to meet. LOL! Here are some pics of the Hellion and his new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2141563553990754227?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2141563553990754227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2141563553990754227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2141563553990754227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2141563553990754227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R7VM1xNMlSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RUt1nhxKxLw/s72-c/Jeff+and+D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-8918505438164971100</id><published>2008-02-12T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:12:32.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Piano Man</title><content type='html'>My son adores the Piano.  We have one at my mom's house and he is on it constantly.  He is so cute trying to play.  He has started singing while he plays.  My favorite is when he gets Tio (my brother) to sing while he plays.  It is soooo funny.  I am glad my brother is such a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ae0a4c83f777485" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ae0a4c83f777485%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330045500%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D349509BD9294981BC842194230825E14262DE6F8.6FA502D9C18A37681A1414193EBB04CBBCE5A382%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ae0a4c83f777485%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-CKFe4o613WAoNupuexRA-SbplA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ae0a4c83f777485%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330045500%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D349509BD9294981BC842194230825E14262DE6F8.6FA502D9C18A37681A1414193EBB04CBBCE5A382%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ae0a4c83f777485%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-CKFe4o613WAoNupuexRA-SbplA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-8918505438164971100?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ae0a4c83f777485&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/8918505438164971100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=8918505438164971100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8918505438164971100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/8918505438164971100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/02/piano-man.html' title='Piano Man'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6796514162206717200</id><published>2008-02-05T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:27:23.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Fair</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my first, and my last, job fair.  I went expecting to hand over my resume to a variety of employers and get a chance to chat with them a bit.  Not what happened.  I was told time after time to check out their website, they weren't accepting resumes at this time.  Well, why the hell did I drive 30 minutes to come talk to you if I just had to sign on to your website and do a job search.  I was a wasted two hours of my life.  I will not be going to another one and I recommend no one else goes either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6796514162206717200?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6796514162206717200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6796514162206717200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6796514162206717200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6796514162206717200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/02/job-fair.html' title='Job Fair'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-9095363060266808100</id><published>2008-01-27T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:55:13.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>So I just had a birthday last week and I am another year closer to 30.  It is kinda scary and very sad.  I thought I would be in a totally different place by now.  I would have a career and a couple of kids.  I would have a loving husband and own my own home.  Instead I am single working part time trying to find a job.  I am living with my parents and trying to figure out what to do with my life.  How did my life get so off track?  How did I end up here instead of there?  It isn't all bad though.  I have my hellion.  I wouldn't trade all the money in the world for my son.  If I had to do it again I would be in the same place if it meant I got to have my son.  So I am almost 30 and trying to start life over.  I know I will do a better job this time.  I have something that will make all the effort worth it.  My hellion!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-9095363060266808100?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/9095363060266808100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=9095363060266808100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/9095363060266808100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/9095363060266808100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-7809355589913646608</id><published>2008-01-21T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:22:49.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8AFDO4I/AAAAAAAAABM/KuiKnP0EcZs/s1600-h/2008_0119Image0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795783059389314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8AFDO4I/AAAAAAAAABM/KuiKnP0EcZs/s320/2008_0119Image0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8gFDO5I/AAAAAAAAABU/4h-lMtB4BRI/s1600-h/2008_0119Image0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795791649323922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8gFDO5I/AAAAAAAAABU/4h-lMtB4BRI/s320/2008_0119Image0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8wFDO6I/AAAAAAAAABc/fLkIVsh3yKY/s1600-h/2008_0119Image0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795795944291234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8wFDO6I/AAAAAAAAABc/fLkIVsh3yKY/s320/2008_0119Image0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr9AFDO7I/AAAAAAAAABk/uyxseArLDE8/s1600-h/2008_0119Image0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795800239258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr9AFDO7I/AAAAAAAAABk/uyxseArLDE8/s320/2008_0119Image0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr9QFDO8I/AAAAAAAAABs/MpbrsSkHDrE/s1600-h/2008_0119Image0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795804534225858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr9QFDO8I/AAAAAAAAABs/MpbrsSkHDrE/s320/2008_0119Image0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Monster Jam pit party on Saturday and the hellion had a blast! We walked around and looked at all the huge trucks. They were a little scary for him at first. He loved the monster golf cart though. I think his favorite thing was watching them race the little RC trucks. We kept going back to it. I was going to go to the show later that night but the weather was awful that day and I decided to stay dry instead. We did go watch a little of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gasparilla&lt;/span&gt; kids parade and hellion got a ton of beads. That was cancelled because of the weather. All in all it was a very good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-7809355589913646608?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/7809355589913646608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=7809355589913646608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7809355589913646608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/7809355589913646608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/01/monster-jam.html' title='Monster Jam'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R5Qr8AFDO4I/AAAAAAAAABM/KuiKnP0EcZs/s72-c/2008_0119Image0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-1425171439278223997</id><published>2008-01-15T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:29:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R4xSpAFDO3I/AAAAAAAAABE/LkD76sX0T3s/s1600-h/P1000515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155586537781672818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R4xSpAFDO3I/AAAAAAAAABE/LkD76sX0T3s/s320/P1000515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hellion is growing up so fast. He is learning to talk in sentences and he loves to talk on the phone now. He will even answer your questions and try to have a conversation instead of just repeating whatever I tell him to say. It is so cute, but it is kind of sad to. He doesn't say "tank to" anymore. He actually says "thank you". He is learning how to ride his bike now too. That is a lot of fun. He so doesn't get that you have to push the pedals to make the bike go, but he is learning. Here is a picture of him on his new bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-1425171439278223997?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/1425171439278223997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=1425171439278223997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1425171439278223997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1425171439278223997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R4xSpAFDO3I/AAAAAAAAABE/LkD76sX0T3s/s72-c/P1000515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2405375538337652083</id><published>2008-01-15T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:23:55.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I can't do retail anymore</title><content type='html'>I work at a calander store.  It clearly says on our sign what we are and what we sell.  I promise they aren't records or posters.  There are at least eight signs up saying ALL calanders are on sale.  Just for asking if that one is I'll give it to you for full price.  No I don't have a Labradoodle or any other weird crossbreed.  Don't yell at me about how unfair it is, I just work here.  I can't change a damn thing.  If you wanted to find stuff with pictures of your pooch then you should have gotten a real dog.  You can read right, you see that sign right there.  The one right in front of you that says in large print NO RETURNS.  Yeah, that means you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, work has been a little stressful.  I hate retail and can't wait to get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2405375538337652083?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2405375538337652083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2405375538337652083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2405375538337652083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2405375538337652083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-i-cant-do-retail-anymore.html' title='Why I can&apos;t do retail anymore'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-2467635890104957744</id><published>2008-01-08T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:02:33.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Time Parent</title><content type='html'>I am a part time parent.  I only get my son every other week.  It is the worst thing in the world for me.  I hate missing him for the time he is gone.  I hate missing out on his new accomplishments.  He gets so big when he is gone.  It so sucks.  I talk to him and then spend thirty minutes crying afterward because I miss him so much.  I wish there was something I could do.  I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-2467635890104957744?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/2467635890104957744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=2467635890104957744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2467635890104957744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/2467635890104957744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/01/part-time-parent.html' title='Part Time Parent'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-352409703298374848</id><published>2008-01-01T03:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:15:30.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Every year I make at least one New Year's Resolution, every year I fail to keep it.  This year I have decided it is a pointless endeavor.  So here are my top five broken resolutions and why I am not making them this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will lose all this excess weight.-I am 50lbs overweight and have been since I got married.  That hasn't changed in five years and making a resolution about it won't change it.  Now signing up and following through on the Discovery Channel health challenge might do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I will quit smoking.- I wasn't ready.  I haven't smoked in over two weeks.  No point making a resolution when I have already done something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will exercise more.- Yeah, this goes with number 1 but it is a little different so it counts as a second one.  I won't exercise more unless someone puts a gun to my head and forces me.  Of course my mom nagging me might work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I will be a nicer person.-  If you know me this is just funny.  Nice does not belong in the same sentence with my name most of the time and it never will.  I don't like people and I prefer when they don't like me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I will get a new hobby, one that doesn't involve sitting on my butt.- Yeah, that's gonna happen.  I have discovered the internet, getting up off my butt isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a very happy and safe New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-352409703298374848?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/352409703298374848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=352409703298374848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/352409703298374848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/352409703298374848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-507658173998153559</id><published>2007-12-31T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:08:56.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>The Hellion's Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R3iJLQFDO2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lB8LYlLjS3U/s1600-h/Hellion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150017000285879138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R3iJLQFDO2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lB8LYlLjS3U/s320/Hellion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my little hellion. The light of my life and the biggest pain in my butt. Isn't he a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-507658173998153559?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/507658173998153559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=507658173998153559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/507658173998153559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/507658173998153559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellion_31.html' title='The Hellion&apos;s Pic'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/R3iJLQFDO2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lB8LYlLjS3U/s72-c/Hellion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-4501006424322669780</id><published>2007-12-27T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:17:15.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Hellions new word</title><content type='html'>I went and picked D-man up from his dad today! I am so happy about that. I have missed him so much. He has grown almost an inch since he has been gone. Driving home we went over a bridge. I was telling him we're going over the big bridge. So he starts saying big bridge except it doesn't sound like bridge. Apparently he has trouble with this word. It sounded like he was saying "big b#tch"! I couldn't help laughing. I called my sister and left her a message. The Hellion says "Nini big b*#ch" on her answering machine now. I am going to have to work on his enunciation on that word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-4501006424322669780?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/4501006424322669780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=4501006424322669780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4501006424322669780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/4501006424322669780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellions-new-word.html' title='Hellions new word'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-6170243003693045392</id><published>2007-12-22T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:26:24.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Why does it seem like this Christmas everyone is having a really bad time?  I have talked to so many people lately that just aren't in the mood for it.  "Bah humbug" is an oft quoted phrase.  Where has the Christmas spirit gone this year?  It certainly isn't at my house.  My mom and I put up the Christmas tree with much bitching and moaning.  I thought maybe that would help.  No go.  I swear everyone in this house is depressed.  I am just ready for this year to be over and the next to begin.  For those of you who are in the spirit "bah humbug"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-6170243003693045392?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6170243003693045392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=6170243003693045392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6170243003693045392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/6170243003693045392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2007/12/midnight-ramblings.html' title='Midnight Ramblings'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799022750903694641.post-1468920024197199685</id><published>2007-12-21T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:29:24.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hellion</title><content type='html'>What do I say about the two year old terror who is my son?  He is my heart and soul.  While this kid can get into every kind of trouble imaginable he usually is cracking me up at the same time.  How do you discipline someone when you are laughing so hard you are afraid you are going to pee your pants.  I mean really, it just doesn't work.  So he gets away with a lot more than he gets punished for.  An example you say, ok.  We were at the mall eating what passed for lunch that day.  Apparently an old folks home decided to take a field trip because we were surrounded by senior citizens.  My son drops his sippy cup (ok, so he threw it) and it broke spilling milk everywhere.  My son looks at me with this pitiful expression of sadness and says (in a very loud voice) "Shit mommy, I broke it."  The look on his face combined with the 30 or so gaping senior citizens did me in.  I started laughing.  Now I can't even chide him for cussing, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799022750903694641-1468920024197199685?l=kmathhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/feeds/1468920024197199685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8799022750903694641&amp;postID=1468920024197199685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1468920024197199685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799022750903694641/posts/default/1468920024197199685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmathhm.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellion.html' title='The Hellion'/><author><name>kmath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483103092813631148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WZ_xW_mr5w/S-jZx7KperI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PQVsSn0yHEY/S220/flames3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
