<?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-1515383436154588863</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:39:45.347-07:00</updated><category term='saving money'/><category term='media'/><category term='troops'/><category term='family bed'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='news'/><category term='coupons'/><title type='text'>mommycozette</title><subtitle type='html'>A moment in the life of a wife and mother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-7004429492299155390</id><published>2010-05-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:48:09.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOOOOOOOOT</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how hot it is getting outside!&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse my A/C doesn't wanna work either. It "halfway" cools the house. I am so happy that my desk is in the basement. At least I get to cool off there. Gotta figure out a fun way to cool the boys oof too. Anyone know of a good idea? You can only run through the sprinklers so many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-7004429492299155390?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/7004429492299155390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/05/hooooooooot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/7004429492299155390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/7004429492299155390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/05/hooooooooot.html' title='HOOOOOOOOOT'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-1103689936846272054</id><published>2010-05-09T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:30:46.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN Forest RUN!!!!</title><content type='html'>You ever wonder what drives a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has been one that has an impulse to run. The kid could be standing next to you one minute and within a blink of an eye he is gone. And not only does he run but he runs FAST. We have succumbed to the idea of a leash. We have them but only for occasions like the Iowa State fair. But have now decided it may be a permanent fixture on Jackson after losing him in the Altoona Walmart today. Scared the crap out of us. I am so glad he came back to where he started his run. (Which is where I stayed while John frantically ran through Walmart looking for Speedy Gonzalez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what else to do. He has "behavioral" issues at school, which he is getting evaluated for. I feel there is something "not right" about him. He is so smart but has certain quirks about him. I have been told he is NOT ADHD by parents of kids with ADHD. But what else could he be? He goes 110mph all the time. One minute he is the sweetest thing and the next you wanna throw him out because he so nasty. I love him dearly and see the sweet baby he was/is but wish there was more I could do for him. You ask him why he does these things and all he can say is "cause I had to" or " I don't know" with welting tears and a look of confusion and dis pare. My Poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-1103689936846272054?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/1103689936846272054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/05/run-forest-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1103689936846272054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1103689936846272054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/05/run-forest-run.html' title='RUN Forest RUN!!!!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-6895921323317150514</id><published>2010-05-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:34:21.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING!!!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. Seems as though Spring has passed us up. The weather has been beautiful out here in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are enjoying swim classes and Soccer this Spring. Soom Summer classes for Swim and T-Ball will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice 10x9ft lot cleared for a small garden. I cannot wait for my plants to grow. I am like a little kid the night before Disneyland, except I have to wait over 2months for my veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to be more concious of things I can make on my own this year. &lt;br /&gt;-I have made my own laundry soap. Compliments of The Duggar family. http://www.duggarfamily.com/recipes.html&lt;br /&gt;-I am more aware of things we can do without buying cleaning products and such. Vinegar is my new best friend. http://www.wisebread.com/30-household-products-vinegar-can-replace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for what this year will bring me and my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a busy woman I sure hope I can keep up with this Blog. So sorry for disappointing all my "fans"....he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-6895921323317150514?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/6895921323317150514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/6895921323317150514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/6895921323317150514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring.html' title='SPRING!!!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-6375642920837485624</id><published>2010-02-03T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:10:31.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/S2pWjZTXTBI/AAAAAAAAADA/yIBf3V9IPlM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/S2pWjZTXTBI/AAAAAAAAADA/yIBf3V9IPlM/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434251066463439890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so delayed but I have been unbelievable busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday 1/17/10 at around 10pm a fire broke out in Jake's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just got done checking on the boys and having the usual let's get out of bedtime arguments we normally do. I made my self a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for a snack and went back down to my computer at the bottom of the basement stairs. I maybe got 3 bites out of my sandwich when I here the loud footsteps upstairs. I thought for sure I'd have to go have some more "arguments" upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and both boys look terrified at me flailing their arms around screaming fire. I jump up run upstairs and ask where. The scream in Jake's rooms. I ran to Jake's room thinking it was something small. As I get to his door there is a fire as tall as his entertainment center at the far North East corner of the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly ran to the kitchen and noticed our kitchen extinguisher is not on the wall. I then remember the big red one down in the laundry. I told the boys to go outside as I ran to get that one. Jake, Jackson and Cash (our lab) were right outside the back door. I went into the hallway and noticed the door was shut and shuttering trying to open. I pulled the pin out of the extinguisher and stepped back behind the wall as I pushed open the door. All I saw was smoke and I could feel the heat and a small glow where the fire had been. The smoke and heat were too much for me and I dropped the extinguisher. The door continued to shutter As I ran to the phone in the kitchen and ran outside to call 911. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I realized my shih-tzu, Jingle, was still in the house. I ran through my thoughts trying to remember when I last saw him. I was sure he was in the kitchen. I hoped he was not stuck in Jake's room. I opened the door to the back of the house and saw pitch black smoke a foot from the floor. I knew I couldn't go in after him. I called for his name but nothing. I saw one of our cats run to the basement at this point. As I was hollering for Jingle, Cash took off in the house keeping his head low in search of Jingle. I hollered at him to come back. He quickly returned. We remained outside as we waited for the fireman. The boys were in a panic and screaming and crying fire. My lab was running in circles around the house with his tail between his legs. I then realized we were all half dressed in our jammies and no shoes. I told the boys and Cash to get in the van. I then realized my purse was in the kitchen. I had no way to get to it and I knew I wasn't going to risk it to go get it. I had no way to reach John. About this time the Police showed up and escorted us off the premises. I kept telling them my dog was in there. I was so worried for Jingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at our neighbors house and I tried every way possible to try and get a hold of John. My cell phone was in my purse, which was obviously not gonna help me at that point. At that point they wanted me to get Cash out of the Van in case the fire got worse. It took Cash a lot of convincing he was safe with "Mommy". Once out of the van Cash was his cheery self and wanted to greet all the firemen. I was so in a daze I didn't even realize that our friend Gary, who also works as maintenance in our building, was photographer for the fire department. He appeared out of no where and asked if he needed to go get John. I was never happier to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put out the fire and made sure nothing would catch back up. They also cleared out the smoke. At this time I could see John. He looked so terrified. I was just so happy to see him. Shortly there after I could see the fireman were carrying Jingle's kennel. I was 2 houses away so I couldn't see exactly what they were doing but they had him by the ambulance. John met the fireman as he carried the kennel over. Jingle was in there and okay but so terrified he wouldn't come out for John. He eventually got him out, but my white shih-tzu was all grey and black. Eventually Jingle ended up with me and he was so scared he was shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot after that was blur. I remember looking at the aftermath and thinking about what the Fire Marshal had said, "it is really minor damages". My house was all black. Jake's room looked like a black hole. John and I grabbed what we could for clothes and toiletries. We got to Grandma Nichols and I remember looking at all of us and we looked like we'd come from the streets. We had suet all over our faces. I had to shower, I stunk and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep like that. Jackson didn't want me out of his sight. He just wanted em to hold him. I ended up with Jake in the shower with me and Jackson laying on a pile of smelly smoked blankets as I shower. Once I was done I had to hold him immediately. We eventually fell asleep around 2am and we didn't sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks to follow we had a lot of friends help where they could with donations for Jake, Muscle to move furniture, laundry anything they could do they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is now about 60% done. We have insulation up in Jake's room. then drywall, new ceiling fans (that would make 5 of them) and all new lights (3 of those), then paint and trim and then I get my floors sanded, treated and sealed. It will all look A LOT better then it did before. Unfortunately all my hard work from over a year ago with painting will now be all white, darn insurance won't cover it. O well I get to have fun painting again. Jake has almost all his furniture replaced thanks to donations. ALL of his clothes have been replaced again thanks to donations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fire has shined a new light on me. GOD has a bigger plan then what you see in front of you, trust in him and he will light that path for you. I am TRULY blessed with good friends and family. I am soooo happy Jake was awake that night and everyone got out safe. My life crumbled in 2weeks but I was brought back on my feet withing days. I am stronger now then I was before and know that God has his arms wrapped tightly around me and my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-6375642920837485624?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/6375642920837485624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/6375642920837485624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/6375642920837485624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/S2pWjZTXTBI/AAAAAAAAADA/yIBf3V9IPlM/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-1554610871809720699</id><published>2010-01-11T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:11:57.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been an emotional roller coaster for me. I lost a little one I dearly wanted. Then I was told that I could get Cancer from this. If this pregnancy were a Molar pregnancy it could give me "treatable" cancer. Treatable is a good word to put before a word like Cancer. But still, it's CANCER. That would be a tough journey to fore go if I had too. I have prayed every night for God to give me the strength, courage and hope needed for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my OB's Nurse today. She informed me that the pregnancy was not a Molar Pregnancy. This is bittersweet news. I have been so worried about all these health issues that could be caused by a Molar Pregnancy. This means that chance of Cancer has dropped significantly. It was good to get one chip off the shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have overcome one hurtle in many to come from this. Please continue to pray for us as we go through this Journey. I will try to post as often as I can. I go back to work On Wednesday so my life will get back into routine soon. I hope this routine will help with our healing process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://swagbucks.com/refer/mommycozette"&gt;&lt;img alt="Search &amp; Win" title="Search &amp; Win" border="0" src="http://prodegebanners.sitegrip.com/images/swagbucks-173x63.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-1554610871809720699?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/1554610871809720699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/01/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1554610871809720699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1554610871809720699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/01/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-4504786540242149856</id><published>2010-01-10T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:54:14.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Blessed</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in just a few weeks. I am feeling much better now. Enough to share my story with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first ultrasound on 12/24/09 my OB noticed that I had what he called a vanishing twin. The 2nd fetus was only measuring 6weeks. I was supposed to be @12weeks. The doctor sent me to radiology in 2weeks on 1/7/10(making me supposedly about 13 or so weeks). I knew then that it just didn't seem right. I did the math over and over in my head. And could not come up with me being only 6weeks for the other little one. Those 2weeks were an awful wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ultrasound was the most nerve wracking ultrasound I have ever done. The ultrasound tech would not show me the screen but she took a TON of pictures. She then had to go get the radiologists opinion. I did glance over at the ultrasound screen to see CHECK FOR VIABILITY AND DUE DATE. That took forever. She then later came in and said I needed to go see my OB right away for the results. I just knew something wasn't right, but I didn't want to freak out, I was trying to be optimistic. Once in the OB office, in the same building as radiology, it took forever again to get the OB in to talk to me. I was already fighting back tears. He sat and explained everything. Here is a summary of what I caught. I was bawling towards the end so I wasn't exactly paying attention then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fetus is not developing the way it should. No heartbeat anymore. According to the radiologist there are clusters of cysts on the placenta that look harmful to my body. The OB called it a Mole. But he said normally they don't have a fetus in there. He said, If I don't remove it it can cause a lot of harm to me (maybe even cancer) and I will lose the baby eventually around 12-18weeks. So the next day I went in for a D&amp;C. Here are a few helpful links that explain what exactly was going on. http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/pregnancy-health/complications/molar-pregnancy.aspx and this second link will show why we needed to do a D&amp;C right away. http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/pregnancy-health/complications/choriocarcinoma.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 8th 2010 will always be a day I don't want to forget but never want to relive again. I have been so blessed to have family and friends to help me through this journey. I appreciate everyone of them. John and I both thank you during this hard time. In the mean time we will need more prayers our way that I have NOT gotten any form of cancer from this experience. Thank You once again. LOVE YOU ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-4504786540242149856?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/4504786540242149856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-blessed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/4504786540242149856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/4504786540242149856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-3730064813288091363</id><published>2009-12-09T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:58:47.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o87/prettymuch101/?action=view&amp;current=007_edited-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o87/prettymuch101/007_edited-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely winter storm go through beginning of this week. It was SOOOOOOO pretty outside. Definitely not something fun to drive around in. But I had to do it. While others were enjoying their Snow Day at work. I had to be at work. WHY? Because some people feel they need to have 24hour technical support for their Internet and have NO sympathy for the people that fought to get there to help them with their Internet troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o87/prettymuch101/?action=view&amp;current=011-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o87/prettymuch101/011-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I did enjoy some snow time while we could, before it got too bad. The snow was so light and fluffy so we couldn't even make a snow ball. Jackson was so wore out he passed out on the chair in some awkward upside down position. Right when we got inside. Unfortunately I had to wake him because it was only 5:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o87/prettymuch101/?action=view&amp;current=009_edited-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o87/prettymuch101/009_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after these pictures it slowly got worse. When awoke the next morning my van was burried in a snow drift. I am lucky and was able to take John's 4x4 Truck in to work. She handled those snow drifts like a pro. I had no issues at all getting into work. Makes this Mama want to get her own 4x4 vehicle. SHHHH don't tell John that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-3730064813288091363?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/3730064813288091363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/3730064813288091363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/3730064813288091363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-storm.html' title='Snow Storm'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-5748200053428636235</id><published>2009-12-02T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:17:38.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUMP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SxcOmNMounI/AAAAAAAAACw/oe19S2OV6LA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SxcOmNMounI/AAAAAAAAACw/oe19S2OV6LA/s200/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410809526849419890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't pry into my life enough probably don't know I'm expecting #3 now. Yeah that's what we call "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME and my Doctor have a difference of opinion when it comes to my Due date for this new little one. He seems to think I'm due July 11th and I feel I am due July 17th....we shall see Christmas Eve. I will have an ultrasound done at 8:30am on Christmas eve to check the lil guy out and get a good due date. Of course I had an earlier doctor's appointment but had to re-schedule because he felt it was a good time to go out of town. O well I guess I can wait another week. All though I have enough going on that day. On a good note I get to take in  a DVD+RW to record the whole thing of the lil bean. I keep having these horrible dreams I am having TWINS. I think that's why I can't wait to see.....more for reassurance that it's not Twins. It may be too early to find out the sex depending on what the Due date ends up being. Soonest you can find out is 15 or 16 weeks. We are excited for whatever it may be but would be COMPLETELY happy with another boy. I am of course already showing. Already have had a few comments on the pooch. Part of me loves the pregnancy shape I am taking and the other feels it's too early. I am only 7weeks at most 8weeks. How will I look at 39weeks?! Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my fans (yeah right) I will try to BLOG more now that I have this new life growing inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lbdf.lilypie.com/xHOxm6.png" width="400" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie Pregnancy tickers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-5748200053428636235?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/5748200053428636235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/12/bump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/5748200053428636235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/5748200053428636235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/12/bump.html' title='BUMP?'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SxcOmNMounI/AAAAAAAAACw/oe19S2OV6LA/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-146596422342913072</id><published>2009-11-21T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:02:16.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Holiday Season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SwgA5JFis5I/AAAAAAAAACo/8EkEvEcq2EY/s1600/016+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SwgA5JFis5I/AAAAAAAAACo/8EkEvEcq2EY/s200/016+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406572334349988754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FAVORITE time of year. I love when Fall hits because it the prelude of the holidays to come. It starts with Halloween which is MORE fun when you have the little ones who get excited about running door to door. Then it goes into Thanksgiving where you can eat till you pass out. Then for the Finale! CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my love for Christmas comes from my Grandma. She ALWAYS loved Christmas and made sure everyone got something they really wanted. I can always remember not being able to reach the Christmas Tree because she packed the room with presents. There was almost always no room to sit too. She always had the sweet smile and a twinkle in her eye watching us open our gifts. I miss those Christmas' with Grandma very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has passed on that love to me. I can't get enough of Christmas. I start listening to Christmas music as soon as I can. in fact I'm listening to it now. I enjoy making the sugar cookies and having my boys help me make them. I always find crafts we can do together. I take the boys out with a bag of popcorn and cruise the streets as we look at Christmas lights around town. The Christmas parade is COLD but so worth watching. Not because it is the BEST but because it only brings that Christmas spirit closer. I think my decorations for Christmas out way all other seasons by a landslide. I have to stop the urge to put up the Tree too early. Good thing john is here to tame me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your fun I have a few fun links for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;CHRISTMAS CRAFTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.recipezaar.com/Ornament-and-Handprint-Clay-155960&lt;br /&gt;http://www.christmascarnivals.com/crafts/christmas-arts-crafts-ideas.html&lt;br /&gt;http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/glittery-window-clings-674868/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Simple Cinnamon Ornaments&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a great recipe for homemade ornaments! They do require some time in the oven, but otherwise it's a pretty simple process and the result is worth the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6 T. applesauce&lt;br /&gt;10 T. cinnamon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mix ingredients to form a ball- if sticky or wet add more cinnamon- sprinkle cutting board with cinnamon- roll dough to 1/2"- use cookie cutters to make shapes- poke hole in top for hanging. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 1/2 hrs. then turn oven off and continue to bake for 2-3 hrs. more. Use as ornaments or gift toppers.&lt;br /&gt;Bernadette&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;SANTA'S LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.freelettersfromsantaclaus.com/ecard_1.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;GIFTS ON A BUDGET:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.betterbudgeting.com/articles/money/63giftsunder10dollars.htm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;REMEMBER to take in EVERY moment this Holiday Season. Love you Family and enjoy the time with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-146596422342913072?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/146596422342913072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-holiday-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/146596422342913072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/146596422342913072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-holiday-season.html' title='It&apos;s the Holiday Season.'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SwgA5JFis5I/AAAAAAAAACo/8EkEvEcq2EY/s72-c/016+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-3284036875309384033</id><published>2009-07-07T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:52:01.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom....aint't it great to be...CRAAAZY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SlQXuAnwnEI/AAAAAAAAACg/zb5cwwx2Kjg/s1600-h/July+4th+Weekend+2009+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SlQXuAnwnEI/AAAAAAAAACg/zb5cwwx2Kjg/s200/July+4th+Weekend+2009+253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355931936058547266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved that song when I was kid. Remember singing it in elementary school music class, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho the blog is about our big Boom Boom celebration. Independence day, 4th of July....whatever you wanna call it. Our celebration started with me getting up to the alarm at 8am. This was my day off and here I am getting up to the ALARM! GRRR...it was worth it. I woke up to a very wet outside and kind of chilly too. Chilly as in 60 degree weather in July while in Iowa...that's chilly for us this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly turned on the news to catch a glimpse of the weather. Apparently it was perfect timing. Got to watch the whole forecast. From the weather it said it would tapper off so I figured we'd make a go of it. Newton wouldn't cancel the parade for a little rain. So I got dressed and dragged the boys out of bed. They wouldn't budge. Finally I mentioned the parade and I have NEVER , and I mean never, seen Jake shoot up so fast. He looks over at me and goes " we go to the Parade today ?!". I got the boys ready and in the van without a problem, while John slept. he had to work the night before so he probably had just gotten to bed a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not sure what I was thinking when I got the bright idea to take the dog, my dog Jingle. But I plopped in the van with us. We managed to meet up with family, my sister-in-law and her family. The parade was cold but the kids enjoyed every minute of it and got a good loot on candy too. Mommy also got a few freebies to enjoy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade is was back to the house to spend some quality time with John. We didn't do much but hang out in the house because I frankly thought it to be chilly outside. Once John was ready to leave for work and after I changed the boys and I into pants and a sweatshirt we headed off to the BBQ/ Bonfire that Jaime was at. The boys were on their best behavior. (proud mother right now) We got to enjoy some fireworks and a bonfire in the country with no bother. We ended the forth in bed my 11:30pm, yes the boys were still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning it was another day of fun. I tried my hardest to sleep in, no alarm this time. But NOOOO I was up at 8am without the alarm. We headed over to John's Mom's (Tammy) House for some BBQ and family fun. All 4 kids enjoyed them selves fully. They were covered in dirt to prove it. After the BBQ we headed home to re coop and then headed over to Jaime's to enjoy some time there. We played ladder golf and badminton. Now for those who don't know I played Badminton as a sport in high school, granted it's been almost 10 years I still got it...he he. We enjoyed some time together then ended the night with sparklers and city fireworks at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my VERY busy weekend with the family. It seems that my holidays are just more enjoyable when you spend them with family. I know one day those boys are gonna gripe at me because they "have to" go, but I will make them, LOL. Sorry if this was a long boring who cares blog for ya but I figured some people might enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-3284036875309384033?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/3284036875309384033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/07/boom-boomaintt-it-great-to-becraaazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/3284036875309384033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/3284036875309384033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/07/boom-boomaintt-it-great-to-becraaazy.html' title='Boom Boom....aint&apos;t it great to be...CRAAAZY'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SlQXuAnwnEI/AAAAAAAAACg/zb5cwwx2Kjg/s72-c/July+4th+Weekend+2009+253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-3466789410627692411</id><published>2009-06-10T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:06:58.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_top" href="http://swagbucks.com/refer/mommycozette"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img alt="Search &amp;amp; Win" title="Search &amp;amp; Win" border="0" src="http://prodegebanners.sitegrip.com/images/swagbucks-468x60Alt5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-3466789410627692411?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/3466789410627692411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/06/search-amp-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/3466789410627692411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/3466789410627692411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/06/search-amp-win.html' title=''/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-1440671041427865880</id><published>2009-05-30T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:45:19.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SiFUMwUQnNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EdWyNNvRsGc/s1600-h/Photo-0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SiFUMwUQnNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EdWyNNvRsGc/s200/Photo-0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341643211143158994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new Auntie!!! As of 2:22pm 5/29/09 my sister, Teresa, gave birth to her first son, Osiris. He is absolutely beautiful. He has a lot of dark hair, not a ton but definitely enough. I can't wait to see more pictures of him. I am so excited, anxious, sad, sentimental, jealous, you name I am feeling it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be there for her. Be there to give her that great big pat on the back that she deserves. She did awesome! I know she will be a great mother. It's going to be a great big life changing experience but she is ready to man up to the plate. I just wish I could of been there to see her finally meeting the man of her dreams. To hold him the first time and kiss him and stroke his soft beautiful skin. I remember how those moments felt for me and I would love to relive them through her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is my Best Friend. The one I know I can count on. We have bonded so much closer since she found out she was pregnant. I did not think that possible because we are already close. We can now share the same great title that comes with a child, MOMMY. To me I have been very successful in life because I have this title. I am content where I am. Being the Mom to 2 wonderful boys, with very different personalities and great characteristics. I know Teresa will enjoy this too. I just wish I could see her face everyday she experiences these new joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say CONGRATULATIONS Teresa you did awesome and you deserve your pedestal. LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-1440671041427865880?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/1440671041427865880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/auntie-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1440671041427865880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1440671041427865880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/auntie-me.html' title='Auntie Me!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SiFUMwUQnNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EdWyNNvRsGc/s72-c/Photo-0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-4991079470884847670</id><published>2009-05-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:12:35.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have no Fear Underdog is here!</title><content type='html'>Jake and I were outside while Daddy and Jackson were napping. He was laying out on my lawn chair looking at the sky. He then sees a plane it's "cloud trail" and says "Mom Mom! It's Unner Dog" I laugh and said "o really". Jake then goes " I wanna be a Unner Dog when I get bigger like you!" I reply with "Your not a dog? Do you wanna fly like Under Dog then?" He then goes, very excitedly with a gleem in his eye "I wan fly to space!!!!" I explained that he can do whatever he wants. So now I have an aspiring Astrnaut in the works. You can imagine Daddy's excitement. He's got a litte guy who tells him he's a soldier and now they soldier wants to be a pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-4991079470884847670?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/4991079470884847670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-no-fear-underdog-is-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/4991079470884847670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/4991079470884847670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-no-fear-underdog-is-here.html' title='Have no Fear Underdog is here!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-2480896915400513391</id><published>2009-05-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:50:57.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werkin' Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/ShNv5wfcvjI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZlwFio6lQoI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/ShNv5wfcvjI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZlwFio6lQoI/s200/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337733021424205362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my day off from work. I mean the usual 8 business hour job where I sit on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARS&lt;/span&gt; and talk to stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I had to work hard on my house for my little Sis-in-laws Grad Party that will be held at our house. I am not sure what I was thinking when I said sure, but I'm in too deep now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the basement all cleared out, swept and mopped (in case it rains). Then outside is where the real work needs to be done. After it all sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; for the months and months of winter it needed a scrub. We (as in John and I) pulled weeds, mowed the lawn, picked up trash, threw away broken toys, pulled together our junk pile that needs to go to the dump, pulled the toys off the patio and behind the garage. Got the tables cleared off and set up nicely, took the weed eater to the trim, and took the leaf blower to the rest. It looks real nice now...and that will change in with a few days of rain or boys playing out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I did this while the boys played happily outside for hours. Don't worry they got sunblock on. I even put some on but I still managed to get burned...sigh. The never ending saga of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cozette&lt;/span&gt; and her sunburns. I just need a protective suit to wear outside and I won't have to worry about it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I remember being a kid and burning to the point of blisters. I use baby block not the normal pretty smelling sunblock for women, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I worked my butt off today it still was a good day. I feel very productive today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-2480896915400513391?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/2480896915400513391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/werkin-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/2480896915400513391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/2480896915400513391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/werkin-hard.html' title='Werkin&apos; Hard'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/ShNv5wfcvjI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZlwFio6lQoI/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-5662100533877016542</id><published>2009-05-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:49:59.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/ShGDhJg7CKI/AAAAAAAAABo/j5-TtDcV-vo/s1600-h/Colorado+Vacation+2008+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/ShGDhJg7CKI/AAAAAAAAABo/j5-TtDcV-vo/s200/Colorado+Vacation+2008+182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337191638923675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so unreal that I am actually a Mother to 2 wonderful Boys. They are the sweetest blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is always when it seems more unreal. I am being celebrated for doing my job. Doing my best to make sure my kids turn into well rounded individuals that can coop in society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like being on a pedestool is where I belong, he he, so I do enjoy the pampering but at the same time I feel like I don't need to be on that pedestool for this day. Being a Mother is the greatest gift I could get out of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-5662100533877016542?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/5662100533877016542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/5662100533877016542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/5662100533877016542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-mother.html' title='I am a Mother?'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/ShGDhJg7CKI/AAAAAAAAABo/j5-TtDcV-vo/s72-c/Colorado+Vacation+2008+182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-2901818541058555825</id><published>2009-04-20T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:55:43.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Se01i1OLCGI/AAAAAAAAABg/iwYVZnG-QLs/s1600-h/baby+me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Se01i1OLCGI/AAAAAAAAABg/iwYVZnG-QLs/s200/baby+me5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972806767511650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that it was my Birthday just recently. I enjoyed a wonderful dinner and movie with my dear husband, John, the night before. We decided to do it the night before because John had the night off and we both worked my Birthday. It was nice to talk to John with out interruption and to be able to enjoy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was not so nice. I had to work and as usual I am the first up so I always let the dogs out. On a normal basis Cash , John's Dog, heads straight for the backyard while I watch at the door for him to do his business. Well this particular day would be the day that Cash makes straight bolt for freedom. I ran after him in my Jammie's and barefooted but could not catch the dumb dog (obviously he is younger then I and has an extra set of legs). After looking for him for an hour I woke up John and told him the dog was loose. I took this opportunity to get ready for work. After doing so I went and helped John look for Cash, he never answered. It was getting late and I had to get to work so I said goodbye to John, he then replies in a condescending tone as if the dog taking off is my fault. This lovely incident ruined my whole day. John was not very nice to me the rest of the day acting as if he were a child. This is no way to treat a woman on her birthday. Isn't this my day! Aren't I supposed to be on this pedestal for the whole day. Just goes to show ya the older you get the less important your Birthday is and often times it gets passed by others as just another day. All in all this year had to of been one of the worst Birthdays I have ever had. Thanks John!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-2901818541058555825?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/2901818541058555825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/2901818541058555825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/2901818541058555825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-what.html' title='Birthday What?'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Se01i1OLCGI/AAAAAAAAABg/iwYVZnG-QLs/s72-c/baby+me5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-6453556156176213688</id><published>2009-04-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:24:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goooooaaaaalllllll!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SeEmoCWl6vI/AAAAAAAAABY/BofFrcYX1Y8/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SeEmoCWl6vI/AAAAAAAAABY/BofFrcYX1Y8/s200/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323578703796890354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Jake's first soccer game. He was all excited about the whole idea. He even made sure he was getting an audience and Grandma Tammy was coming. He got his team shirt, Bright orange "TIGERS". He had to wait his turn to play, they only put in 3 at a time. He waited patiently his turn, while the other to boys waiting were playing around. He looked so serious watching intently, observing every move on the field. I thought "Great he'll know what to do when it's his turn". Right! He got out there and waited for his coach to tell him something. He was a little lost and had a great time still watching intently as the other kids played. It was adorable, we had to remind him several times that he was there to "play" the game. Towards the end he got the idea and almost got one goal but too many kids tripped in front of him. It was adorable watching these 4 foot kiddos chasing a ball around not really knowing what they are doing, just knowing they need to kick that ball. Jake has a good team who obviously has older brothers and sisters that play soccer, 'cause they knew what to do. It's such a joy to watch your children grow and experience these new things. I am so grateful I am able to give this to him and in the future, his brother Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-6453556156176213688?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/6453556156176213688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/04/goooooaaaaalllllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/6453556156176213688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/6453556156176213688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/04/goooooaaaaalllllll.html' title='goooooaaaaalllllll!!!!!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SeEmoCWl6vI/AAAAAAAAABY/BofFrcYX1Y8/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-70516636093951436</id><published>2009-04-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:09:49.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SdVvz1tLVkI/AAAAAAAAABI/MPtPlMn0m6Y/s1600-h/125bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SdVvz1tLVkI/AAAAAAAAABI/MPtPlMn0m6Y/s200/125bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320281471188686402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here recently Jacob has become more aware of toys he wants. I think it started around last year, just before Christmas. He would see something on TV or at the store, I would just tell him to ask Santa. It seemed to work. I take that back, it started around Garage Sale season last year. I would take him to every Garage Sale with me, he was easy to take with. He started asking for too much. So I started making him work it off. I kept getting him to do little things for me like, grab the wipes, feed the cat, etc. I would give him a quarter for every favor if he had already earned his last Garage Sale gift. He would earn money to buy stuff he liked at garage sales. I got things done around the house and he got to buy what he wanted with out me questioning it. I would just remind him, "you have to use your money" and most of the time he did , others he would pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's older he has more expensive taste, I tell him to save his money. The debate stops and he automatically wants to do a chore. Yay me! His helping hands have gone on to bigger and better. He now like to help take the trash out, load the dishwasher, feed the pets, do the litter, and pick up dog poop. Works for me, I get stuff done around the house and he learns about hard work and earning money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he was watching me load and unload the washer and dryer. We were talking about nothing in particular when he starts scooping the litter. I was like, "hey works for me." Well he finished his scooping and he walks up to me and says "Hey Mommy I'm done give me my money". I had to laugh. I walked back into the laundry and he cleaned that litter box out, so I gave him his dollar. He told me he's saving money for a Batman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-70516636093951436?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/70516636093951436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-money.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/70516636093951436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/70516636093951436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-money.html' title='Give me money!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoLQr0O6ruY/SdVvz1tLVkI/AAAAAAAAABI/MPtPlMn0m6Y/s72-c/125bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-693011565566010311</id><published>2009-03-31T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:38:37.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troops'/><title type='text'>GROW SOME BALLS AND DEAL!</title><content type='html'>The press is really pushing my last nerve! First they post crap about the war that is only bad, there is so much going on that we don't see that is good. We are blinded by ignorance and they just feed it. We hold our opinions based on what they say/print/broadcast and they don't get their story straight or hold out on the truth. A few examples that have set me over the edge today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our troops in IRAQ. Hello! They are every else too, not just in IRAQ! Also it is not as bad as everyone thinks, just certain areas. You know Chicago is probably more dangerous then over there. I am not gonna say much else to this, because I may cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work today and the media is making a big deal about a worm that is being, well an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; worm. http://www.kcci.com/news/19050244/detail.html Worms, viruses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Malware&lt;/span&gt; are on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;, the media doesn't have to make my job harder by scaring 90 year old Edith that her computer is no longer safe to play her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; hold em online. So then she has to call me and ask what to do about and the truth is if she has an Anti- Virus program on her computer she is as safe as she can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading our local paper I came across an article about an Army soldier who was called back to Active Duty from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IRR&lt;/span&gt;, Individual Ready Reserve. http://www.newtondailynews.com/articles/2009/03/31/news/local1.txt So I thought I would read and see what it was about. She is b*&amp;amp;^%&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; because she got called back and has a 3year old and 1 year old and doesn't want them to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt;. So what does she do, she tries to fight it.  The article is a sob story for her, what they fail to mention is when she signed that contract it clearly states they will do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IRR&lt;/span&gt; for 6 years and the government can call them as needed. On a side note, her children will not feel abandoned. I should know John left for AD deployment when Jake was 2.5 years old and Jackson 11months old. They did not feel abandoned, in fact Jackson's relationship with Daddy are so strong now. There are so many troops who have been put in her position and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;man'd&lt;/span&gt; up" to it and did their duty. I am sorry but it pisses me off that this person puts a bad name to troops who do what they can to support their family and the country they live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-693011565566010311?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/693011565566010311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/grow-some-balls-and-deal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/693011565566010311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/693011565566010311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/grow-some-balls-and-deal.html' title='GROW SOME BALLS AND DEAL!'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-2769080802312138100</id><published>2009-03-30T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:14:34.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you hurt my "grown-up" feelings</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you bend over backwards to help someone out, putting yourself out there without expecting much in return. That same thing has happened to me often, but hey I still do it. I get a joy in seeing someone smile and knowing they really do enjoy knowing someone cares. Even if it is just the door that needs held open for the lady juggling her groceries and the toddler screaming. The only thing I ask for is at least appreciate my time I have set aside to help them. I wonder if anyone ever feels like I do. That some people are just takers and never the givers.  I just wish that that we all could look beyond the "me, me me" and think about "you". It's kind of like the movie Pay It Forward with Haley Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Osment&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; believe that if everyone thought like that, then maybe we wouldn't all be such selfish A-Holes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-2769080802312138100?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/2769080802312138100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-you-hurt-my-grown-up-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/2769080802312138100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/2769080802312138100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-you-hurt-my-grown-up-feelings.html' title='Hey you hurt my &quot;grown-up&quot; feelings'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-5339656923848902920</id><published>2009-03-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:02:31.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family bed'/><title type='text'>Family Bed?</title><content type='html'>At first I enjoyed sleeping with my babies, they were small, sweet and didn't move around much. 4 years , and a King Size bed later... I am so ready for them to stay out of bed, but too tired to do anything about it. I constantly get feet, knees, elbows in my ribs, back or face. I wake up sore because the pretzel sleeping position is not one my body feels is the most comfortable. My 2 boys do go to sleep in their own bed but sometime in the night ( I sleep through this) they climb into bed with us. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, pretty soon they won't want to even hug me sweetly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-5339656923848902920?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/5339656923848902920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/5339656923848902920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/5339656923848902920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-bed.html' title='Family Bed?'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515383436154588863.post-1093174089137434912</id><published>2009-03-28T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:48:29.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupons'/><title type='text'>Saving Money</title><content type='html'>I have been trying so hard to find ways to cut corners and save the "Fam" some money. We paid off our Van with our taxes to give us more to work with monthly. So far it's working out. Lately I have been surfing through the internet to get coupons and watching adds, as well as comparison shopping. It's working in my favor, just not in the way I have seen some others doing. I am still learning but I think this will be very beneficial for us. Don't get me wrong, this is NOT easy. It takes a lot of research to do this. I am still working the research part. I know it will come in time. I may even invest in the Sunday paper now....also need to find a place that does double coupons day. That would be neat! Today we went to Target (wish they had one in town) and I used a ton of their store coupons and mixed 'em with our manufacturer's coupons, knocked off $30 from our total bill. I am feeling so accomplished right now! Wish us luck on this adventure, and hey if you got any tips I am welcome to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515383436154588863-1093174089137434912?l=mommycozette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/feeds/1093174089137434912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/saving-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1093174089137434912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515383436154588863/posts/default/1093174089137434912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommycozette.blogspot.com/2009/03/saving-money.html' title='Saving Money'/><author><name>mommycozette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15908521478805843538</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/_JoLQr0O6ruY/Sc7G837nGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHzqqUVW-40/S220/At+the+beach+in+GP+2008-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
