<?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-6798944464832001221</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:37:14.778-04:00</updated><category term='first check'/><category term='rules'/><category term='crabby tween'/><category term='baby shower'/><category term='hurt feelings'/><category term='trouble on the bus'/><category term='new glasses'/><category term='my grandmother'/><category term='sick kids'/><category term='boundries'/><category term='bad words'/><category term='Lamictal'/><category term='first period'/><category term='puzzle'/><category term='Brandon&apos;s new glasses'/><category term='Chucky Cheese'/><category term='team meeting'/><category term='eye doctor'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='baby sitter'/><category term='ear candling'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='moody tween'/><category term='minivan'/><category term='SSI'/><category term='registries'/><category term='The Shell Factory'/><category term='raving'/><category term='Risperdal'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='rough morning'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='pediatrician'/><category term='MRI'/><category term='work'/><category term='Tenex'/><category term='Wednesday'/><category term='tax return'/><category term='whining'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Earth to Brandon....</title><subtitle type='html'>My journal recaping my stressful, frusterating, humorous life with my sons aspergers, my tween daughter, my goofy boyfriend,my pets,and my day to day insanity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7776017031793004264</id><published>2009-06-23T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:04:53.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on baby Noah</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for your prayers and concerns.  My friend is putting up this update for me, since the hospital computer thinks this is a "dating" service.  Noah is stable and has been moved to a room for stable babies.  We don't know much more than we did before and hope to have more information later after we get a plan of care from his doctor.  They have repeated the ultrasound of his heart and kidneys, and as far as we understand they have come back fine.  Yesterday the did an ultrasound of his brain and further renal studies.  His blood pressure is still high, and he is getting medication for that.  They would like to find the reason for the blood pressure being high and think that his kidneys may have some sort of blockage which is confusing his body into making his pressure higher.  His high red blood cell count is still a concern, and I'm not sure what his platlet level is.  I will try to udate later.  Rick and I are staying at the Ronald McDonald house and the kids are with Maureen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7776017031793004264?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7776017031793004264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7776017031793004264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7776017031793004264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7776017031793004264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-baby-noah.html' title='Update on baby Noah'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8597519297500023422</id><published>2009-05-12T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:05:11.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calander of recent events to catch you all up</title><content type='html'>April 24-26 my dad came down from New York to visit.  I made a kick ass roast for dinner Friday night, Saturday we went mini golfing and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrabbas&lt;/span&gt;, Sunday afternoon he headed back home.  It was a nice time and I hate seeing him go, but am excited they he will be bringing my Marge in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 2 pm was my baby shower.  It was great!  I was so surprised with all the people that came.  I was also surprised by the thoughtfulness and generosity of all my friends and family.  We received almost everything we needed for the baby and what we didn't receive we were able to buy with cash and gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1st we went and saw the Charlotte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;StoneCrabs&lt;/span&gt;, the local minor league baseball team.  My work has season passes and makes them available with a parking pass to employees from time to time.  The seats were right behind home plate in the first row.  It was a great experience for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I took a day off from work.  I got the kids ready for school and went back to bed until 10:30 am.  I took my shower and headed off to the dentist for a teeth cleaning.  After that I stopped to visit Fran and grabbed some drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; lunch.  I then headed to Sarasota to give my deposition against my ex husband.  It was emotionally draining, but I did what I had to do.  I treated myself to a little retail therapy at Babies R Us on the way home and purchased Noah's swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I had my appointment with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perinatologist&lt;/span&gt;.  Noah weighed 4 lbs 14 oz, the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; weighed when she was born.  I was 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; and 4 days pregnant, but Noah measured 31 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; and 5 days.  He is measuring big and ahead of schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Brandon had his Dr Hubbard appointment.  We got there at 8am, got called back after 10 and saw Dr Hubbard in the hallway for 3 minutes.  Believe it or not it was a tiny bit productive.  His insurance changed and Dr Hubbard's Arcadia office doesn't take the new insurance, but her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bradenton&lt;/span&gt; office does.  So I now have him set up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bradenton&lt;/span&gt; office.  The good thing about that office is that the appointments aren't quadruple booked for every 15 minutes.  If he has a 8am appointment, he will been seen at 8 and we can leave right after that.  I can also drop him off at school on my way to work instead of finding someone to watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I saw Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gregush&lt;/span&gt; and all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8597519297500023422?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8597519297500023422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8597519297500023422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8597519297500023422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8597519297500023422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/calander-of-recent-events-to-catch-you.html' title='Calander of recent events to catch you all up'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3191521118620786576</id><published>2009-04-26T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:18:49.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMmmmm....dinner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went mini golfing with my dad.  We had a lot of fun, and the kids did good.  Brandon was, well Brandon, and that was okay.  Rick came home from work and we all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrabbas&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.  It was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; awesome.  Brandon was amazing!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; ate WAY TOO MUCH and was suffering the rest of the night.  It was an awesome meal.  Dad will be stopped by this morning and leaving in the afternoon to go see my grandma.  It went by super fast.  I will def. miss him, but can't wait until he brings my evil step mother down in the fall.  I haven't seen her since I moved to Florida and she has never met Brandon or seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; since she was three.  I REALLY like her and miss her A LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3191521118620786576?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3191521118620786576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3191521118620786576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3191521118620786576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3191521118620786576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/mmmmmmmdinner.html' title='MMMmmmm....dinner'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7369190951244139331</id><published>2009-04-24T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:54:52.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!  My Dad is here.</title><content type='html'>My dad is here.  I missed him a lot.  We ate a kick ass roast with potatoes and carrots.  We visited awhile.  Brandon did OKAY, had a few moments of jerkiness, like when he decided to put dirt in magic Grandpa's soda.  He also decided to say HELL, which got him some soap in his mouth.  I think a lot of it had to do with him being excited and he also had a field trip which over stimulated him.  Hopefully tomorrow will go a little smoother.  My dad brought me a video camera thingy called flip video. It is really, really cool.  You down load it onto the computer and can share videos online, or save on the computer, or burn on a disk.  This is really cool since we have the baby coming soon.  Tomorrow we are going out to dinner when Rick gets home from work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7369190951244139331?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7369190951244139331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7369190951244139331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7369190951244139331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7369190951244139331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/yea-my-dad-is-here.html' title='Yea!  My Dad is here.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3222318831568480201</id><published>2009-04-23T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:23:37.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 2.80 / 4.62   --&gt;&lt;table width="240" bgcolor="#e7e4e4" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Main Type&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall   Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/sospsx.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Scale (|||||||%) results:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Enneagram Test Results &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 1 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Helpfulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Image Focus&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 5&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Detachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 18%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 18%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 8&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 9&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Your main type is &lt;b&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your variant is &lt;b&gt; social&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt; Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3222318831568480201?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3222318831568480201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3222318831568480201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3222318831568480201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3222318831568480201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/personality-test.html' title='Personality test'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-215435574973550829</id><published>2009-04-22T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:17:21.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, and oh crap!</title><content type='html'>I finally got through to the state attorney's office.  My baby squirrel does not have to go to court and testify, or give a deposition.  They made a mistake.  Whew!  Boy can I breathe a little better now.  I still  have to go, but that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;My step dad was feeling dizzy at work and having elevated blood pressure.  My mom made him go to the doctor,  and this time it was good that she did.  They did and EKG and it came back abnormal so they made him do the stress test.  The stress test came back abnormal too.  They did some nuclear studies and found out that he had a heart attack and has some scarring/damage to his heart.  Friday they go and see the cardiologist and see what's next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-215435574973550829?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/215435574973550829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=215435574973550829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/215435574973550829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/215435574973550829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-and-oh-crap.html' title='Finally, and oh crap!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1903311632353050549</id><published>2009-04-21T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:37:05.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breastfeeding class and some complaining</title><content type='html'>Tonight I somehow talked Rick into going to my breastfeeding class.  I am proud to say that he behaved himself.  We learned a lot, but it also left a lot of decisions to be made.  One of them is how long do I do it for, and how will I handle pumping at work if I choose to do so after my maternity leave.  I guess we will play wait and see.  There are a lot of factors that influence this big decision.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; and Brandon went to my moms.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; is horrified that I will be breastfeeding.  She calls it booby sucking and states that it is the most unnatural, inhumane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; thing to do.  I told her to get over it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dr.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gregush&lt;/span&gt; today, and everything is going well.  I am 29 weeks and 4 days.  Noah weighs about 3 lbs 8 oz and looks to be a week ahead in size.  My blood pressure was higher than usual, but no one was concerned.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gregush&lt;/span&gt; was also very excited and happy about my cervix.  I know you're jealous that my cervix is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been irritable about some different things going on in life.  I will just make a list;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Possible court thing for daughter. &lt;br /&gt;2.  State Attorney's office won't call me back (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pissed at Tori about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; attitude and nasty comments&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pissed at girls at work about time off issues&lt;br /&gt;5.  Annoyed at Rick (as usual) for being lazy and not motivated   &lt;br /&gt;6.  Not liking the neglected feeling&lt;br /&gt;7.  Nervous about baby shower (I don't like to be at the center of things)&lt;br /&gt;8.  People aren't RSVP-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; for shower&lt;br /&gt;9.  Tori is being a bitch about my shower&lt;br /&gt;10.  Mom is being nutty&lt;br /&gt;11.  Self esteem has plummeted to an all time low&lt;br /&gt;12.  My house if a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shit's&lt;/span&gt; and giggles I will make a list of good crap;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My dad is coming to visit&lt;br /&gt;2.  My maternity leave is a few short months away&lt;br /&gt;3.  My pregnancy is going well&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have two great kids&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have a boyfriend who is nice&lt;br /&gt;6.  Excited about baby shower&lt;br /&gt;7.  Proud that I quit smoking and am sticking to it&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have only gained 16 lbs during my pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have family and friends&lt;br /&gt;10.  I have a job to pay my bills&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am grateful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1903311632353050549?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1903311632353050549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1903311632353050549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1903311632353050549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1903311632353050549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/breastfeeding-class-and-some.html' title='Breastfeeding class and some complaining'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-943960835474023981</id><published>2009-04-20T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:26:17.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky crap.</title><content type='html'>Well.  Those of you who don't know me are not aware of what happened to my family 4 years and two months ago.  Those of you who do know, either because we are related, were friends prior, or a very close friend after.  Not too many people know the circumstances of what happened and I'm not about to blog that whole mess.  It did really, really suck, and it was one of those things you hear about on the news, or some cousins friend, but not to you.   It does have to do with my ex husband and why he is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prison&lt;/span&gt;.  Last Easter he sent me a letter of "confession" and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; brought it to the police station and told them what I knew (which was nothing) and told them to leave me out of it.  We have just begun to heal and don't need old wounds opened, so leave me alone, we want closure.  I haven't heard anything at all.  Not until the other day when I get an officer at my door serving me with papers to give a deposition.  So somehow I got drug into the shit again.  I have to file my deposition with the state attorney's office in May.  In my mail this weekend was another letter, telling me to bring my daughter "Megan" in this Thursday to go over some things, and that she has a deposition the same day as I, but earlier.  I have several concerns about this.  The first and main one being my daughter's name is not Megan.  The second, if this request is in fact for my daughter, is dragging her through this shit again.  She has given testimony and a deposition in the last case, and has had all this time to heal and work on moving forward.  What is bringing it all up again going to do to her?  What will it do to her progress, her delicate self esteem, her important healing process?  What does this new case have anything to do with us?  On top of this I really don't need the stress.  I am a very  high risk pregnancy and don't need to get myself worked up.  I'm getting close to the time frame that I had my other kids and am scared of premature delivery, my high blood pressure getting higher, and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eclampsia&lt;/span&gt; again.  I'm doing everything I can to stay at work and off bed rest up until I deliver.  Will this be the event that causes it all to go down hill?  I wasn't stressed out too badly when they said I had to give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deposition&lt;/span&gt;, but now I'm really upset about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; being thrown into it.  I have to worry about her too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arghh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bleck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-943960835474023981?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/943960835474023981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=943960835474023981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/943960835474023981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/943960835474023981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/sucky-crap.html' title='Sucky crap.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3693759145461911074</id><published>2009-04-07T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:51:43.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylin's special day and an update</title><content type='html'>Friday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; special day with momma.  We went and painted pottery, have a wonderful lunch at Olive Garden, went to see Race to Witch Mountain, and shopped in the mall.  I had a really nice time.  I think she appreciated it for like 5 minutes, and that is a record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perinatologist&lt;/span&gt; today, and all is well.  Noah weights 2lbs 7oz and is 13.5 inches long.  He is measuring a week ahead of schedule.  My  blood pressure is doing what it is suppose to.  Rick and the kids came this time.  I thought they would think it was cool.  Brandon thought it was cool that he got to see the babies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; thought it was cool when he opened his mouth to yawn.  That was all they really said about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I qualified for an upgrade on my cell phone and after researching and deciding to stay with my current carrier, I got me a new phone coming in the mail.  For some stupid reason I am very excited about it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Probably&lt;/span&gt; because it's fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;schmancy&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm more of a practical kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with some stuff at home, feeling a bit neglected, feeling the time crunch, feeling the stress of a new baby to name a few things.  I don't want to get into details, I will spare you all the whining about my pretty okay relationship.  Things could be a lot worse.  I knew what Rick was like going into this, and back then I chose to manage, so I will continue to do just that, manage.  I don't expect him to change, or some sort of personality changing miracle.  I will take the friendship, and security that I have, and not bitch about the lack of well affection/attention/sensitivity.  He doesn't cheat, lie, drink at the bar, he has a good sense of humor, he's really good with the kids, loves animals, does not have a temper and has a kind heart.  So I will shut the hell up and be grateful for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3693759145461911074?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3693759145461911074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3693759145461911074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3693759145461911074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3693759145461911074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/kaylins-special-day-and-update.html' title='Kaylin&apos;s special day and an update'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-4067814335841607118</id><published>2009-04-07T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:22:54.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Wife's Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SdtFWR0D3FI/AAAAAAAAABk/S3QN5MW38qs/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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This Friday is Brandon, next is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;.  Brandon’s is causing a small scheduling problem, as Friday he has school pictures.  We have solved this by compromising and having his pictures taken at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; instead (plus it saves me a shit load of money).  Before his pictures, I will drop off his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; pair of glasses which are broken to be fixed, and get his hair cut.  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, where else can you get glasses, haircuts, pictures taken, buy groceries, plants, clothes, tires, gas, and anything else you need?  Then his adventure starts.  We are going to the Shell Factory to go to their petting zoo and do some of the activities they have there.  Brandon would then like to have Burger King for lunch and go walk through Toys R Us.  I am excited!  Plus I get a vacation day from work for fun stuff instead of appointments and sick kids.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; is still not sure what she wants to do with her day.  She wants to go to the movies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Claires&lt;/span&gt; for earrings, lunch at a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, pottery, and walking the mall.  We can’t do everything, so she is trying to plan it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Brandon has been swear word free!  I never thought it would happen, but it has!  He also got his fingers slammed in the door of Rick’s Jeep last night.  That sucked, he screamed bloody murder, but they were not broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially 6 months pregnant (well I was last week), it’s going by fast and my belly is getting BIG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-146899986769155127?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/146899986769155127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=146899986769155127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/146899986769155127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/146899986769155127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-is-brandons-day.html' title='Tomorrow is Brandon&apos;s Day'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3903473352033772332</id><published>2009-03-21T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:14:29.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The good ole days visited us yesterday :0(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...where do I start.  I guess I will recap the entire day starting with a little background.  The new babysitter expressed her desire to have 5 hours a week.  I told her that this was not going to always be the case.  Monday I took a day off for some appointments, Rick had off Tuesday and Wednesday, Rick got out of work on Thursday around 2pm.  I told Rick to go fishing after work on Thursday so she could get a few hours there.  My mom was watching them all day Friday, but to keep a potentially good babysitter, I had her drop him off at the house with the sitter at 2pm.  Now I'll recap Friday for ya..  Dropped Brandon off at my moms at 7:15 in the morning.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; ended up staying home because she wanted to sleep in.  I called my mom around 9 to check in and all was well.  Talked to the babysitter at 3-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and she wanted to "talk".  She realized how much she was letting Brandon get away with things after seeing how my mom dealt with him.  She said we all need to get on the same page about what he is allowed to eat and do.  Although I had went over all this with her on her two interviews, I guess she needed to hear it again.  I obliged, and that was that.  I little later she calls and tells me that there is a situation she needs my help with.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; Brandon wanted to eat more, the sitter said no, and he blew up.  He picked up the stool to throw at her, and she quickly diffused that situation, then told him he was on time out.  He ran in my room in a tornado of swear words and objects being thrown and locked the door.  On the other side of the door he was screaming and throwing things at the door.  She was of course concerned for his safety and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; asking her self what the hell she got into-so she called.  I told her to give the phone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; and I had her put the phone on speaker.  I talked him out of the bedroom and tried to talk him into going on time out.  It was too late for talking to him at that point.  He was too far gone.  He had shut down and was beyond thinking, reasoning and making choices.  He was just screaming (really screaming), crying, whining, and repeating a non sense phrase.  He hung up the phone on me after me trying to reground him over the phone for half an hour.  I went to my boss and told her I had to leave and why.  Raced home and he was still very agitated, but not "stuck" with the screaming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt;.  I talked briefly with the babysitter and asked her if she was going to quit, and she said no, but she wasn't going to be able to watch him during spring break or for any full days.  Afterwards he was still very agitated and kept getting wound back up.  I took him to his room and hit his "reset" button.  He was an angel after that.  I was then able to talk to him about what had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.  I started with asking him what he ate that day.  2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; pop tarts, macaroni and cheese, strawberries, ice pop at Grandmas, carrot cake, and cheese.  Going through my mental list of food with red 40, yellow 5 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MSG&lt;/span&gt; (Brandon is not allowed these things, they are known triggers) , I went ***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DINGDINGDING&lt;/span&gt;*** when he got to ice pop.  I asked him if it was red, and he said "yes".  I refuse to blame the entire episode on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; ice pop, I do, however, blame the ice pop for being the "trigger", the rest was up to Brandon to make correct choices which he did not make.  We have not had a meltdown like that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; close to a year, that made it so much harder to deal with.  Plus it scared the shit out of me.  He needed to be put in a basket hold to be held safe, but how do you do that when you are 6 months pregnant?  I was scared he would kick me or head butt me in the stomach.  He used to get very violent back in the day when he would have a meltdown and holding him safe was one of the only tools we had that worked.  Now for those of you who don't understand or know Brandon, the mentioned above is his disability, not him being a snot nosed little punk.  He is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;neurotypical&lt;/span&gt; (google it) like you or me, he cannot make the proper connections in his brain to filter out certain things and then it shuts down.  You can see him getting agitated, and that is your window to calm him down.  Having a new baby sitter, she did not recognize this and he went into full blown meltdown, and at that point Brandon left the building.  This morning, so far so good.  I'm dreading a repeat performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3903473352033772332?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3903473352033772332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3903473352033772332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3903473352033772332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3903473352033772332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-ole-days-visited-us-yesterday-0.html' title='The good ole days visited us yesterday :0('/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-375054807708967000</id><published>2009-03-19T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:50:00.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I better write something</title><content type='html'>I keep coming up with these great ideas of things to blog about.  They hardly, if ever come to fruition.  I apologize for that.  I guess you will just have to deal with an update instead of a well thought out, deeply moving, intelligent sounding, beautifully well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; article. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt; won the battle of the bad words.  I have not heard one in several days ( I say this as I'm knocking on wood), he has not written one, or drawn a picture of one.  This is good.  I am glad it's starting to stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick took the kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; soccer practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; gave me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; off.  Big smiles.  I took a bath and read some of my book.  It was uneventful and wonderful.  I got to shave me legs!  I couldn't find any of that fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scmancy&lt;/span&gt; bubble bath so I settled on Mr Bubble, it was that or Brandon's Transformer bubbles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-375054807708967000?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/375054807708967000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=375054807708967000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/375054807708967000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/375054807708967000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-i-better-write-something.html' title='I guess I better write something'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1464059146517796168</id><published>2009-03-13T15:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:01:34.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><title type='text'>Pictures of bad words</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend Amber who has hacked my page (with my user name and password) and posted the scanned copy of Brandon’s picture of bad words. I posted earlier in the week about him getting in trouble on the bus for doing this, and I thought I would share it with you all so you don’t think I am out of my mind. Apologies to my dad, who will be very disappointed in my lack of posting skills (he is a computer genius!). I think that Brandon was trying his very hardest to outsmart us. First he was saying bad words and getting soap. Next he was spelling bad words, and now writing them. I really think he is trying to find away around the new demands that are being placed on him. I ((((think)))) he is finally breaking down on the new restriction placed on him. We are giving him soap much less and he is using words like “crap” and “frickin” instead of, well, ya know. To a parent out in public they would probably be outraged to hear this little red head saying “crap” and “frickin”. For me, I am very proud! He is choosing to think, and make a different choice, a better choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1464059146517796168?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1464059146517796168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1464059146517796168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1464059146517796168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1464059146517796168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-bad-words_13.html' title='Pictures of bad words'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8010905709464166900</id><published>2009-03-13T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><title type='text'>Pictures of Bad Words</title><content type='html'>(Poster by super account hacker Amber, for technologically challenged Julie MUHAHAHAHHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l302/PaintedAcresStables/brandon.jpg"&gt;Here is your clicky link to The Picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8010905709464166900?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8010905709464166900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8010905709464166900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8010905709464166900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8010905709464166900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-bad-words.html' title='Pictures of Bad Words'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8448494956830757440</id><published>2009-03-11T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody tween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble on the bus'/><title type='text'>Baby, Kaylin, and Brandon news</title><content type='html'>I am getting excited about my first “real” baby shower. It will have people I know come and we play games and eat food and have great time. My first two babies were preemies and we had an impromptu shower, where about 5-6 people showed up, 3 of them were my mom and sisters. I am not complaining. I was in a much different situation then than I’m in now. This time I have a job, health insurance, stability and a stronger support system. My friend is throwing my shower sometime in April or May, and it will be at my mom’s house. Rick’s sister Maureen let me know that she would be getting us the crib and my friend Fran is getting us a Pack N Play. This weekend I’m going to pick out a car seat, look at strollers, and MAYBE register at Wal-Mart for the shower. I’m starting to get really excited about meeting Noah and seeing what kind of personality he will have. I’m also getting nervous about getting him the things he needs before he gets here, without going broke. I am really feeling the time crunch! It has been so long since I’ve had an infant, and I worry I won’t remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kaylin news, yesterday she had decided to move out over an incident regarding her brother. To prove her seriousness, she grabbed her bean bag chair and stormed out, parking it right in the front yard. This all came about while I was on a phone call with a friend (also a fellow blogger). Kaylin ran in the room and told me Brandon called her a bad word. Brandon seemed really upset, and she seemed really smug. I told her that since I wasn’t there to hear it, and both of you lie, I will not do anything. This sent her into an emotional frenzy type tornado. I guess she was offended that I questioned her integrity I suppose. She loves to instigate, antagonize, she seeks any and all drama, especially when it pertains to getting Brandon in trouble. Brandon lies, Kaylin lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Brandon news, he got in trouble on the bus for drawing pictures of bad words. After getting caught, he decided to say bad words. I’m really, really hoping that after a few weeks of consistent soap-in-mouth we will be done with bad words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8448494956830757440?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8448494956830757440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8448494956830757440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8448494956830757440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8448494956830757440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-kaylin-and-brandon-news.html' title='Baby, Kaylin, and Brandon news'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5823243237009616615</id><published>2009-03-08T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><title type='text'>Shit I hate this fight against bad words!</title><content type='html'>Our most recent goal has been to replace the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; in the household. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; the first goal has been listening/obeying, with Brandon, it has been bad words. If he says a bad word, he will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; get soap in his mouth. We took away warnings and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, 3rd, 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; chances. We thought that after a few "lessons" that he would "get it". This is not true! This boy has had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of soap, and still keeps swearing. He knows what bad words are, knows he cannot say them, knows the consequences for when he does. Yet he keeps on talking nasty, the "lessons" are not making any impact. So, I ask you--what do you do next? I refuse to let him continue talking this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5823243237009616615?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5823243237009616615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5823243237009616615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5823243237009616615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5823243237009616615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit-i-hate-this-fight-against-bad.html' title='Shit I hate this fight against bad words!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-9173124934384046380</id><published>2009-03-06T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby sitter'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>With all the sillies I have been posting about, I forgot to mention a change in the house. A big one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; old, terrible, awful, sleeping, useless babysitter, decided to get a full time job and wasn't able to watch Brandon anymore. I was going to wait for the summer to replace her, but this works too. I figured I had the whole summer during my maternity leave to find someone that would be the right "fit" for our family. I went on &lt;a href="http://www.sittercity.com/"&gt;http://www.sittercity.com/&lt;/a&gt; where I have an account (which I paid like for) and posted a job. This time I left my phone number and hoped for the best. I was brutally honest in my ad, I felt that was important. I finally got a call from an older woman. She was getting social security and just needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; extra income and something to do with her time. We set up an interview and she came to the house to meet Brandon and talk with us. She asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of questions, and so did I. After everything, she was still interested, but told me to think about it before making a decision. I waited a week and called her, telling her I wanted her to meet Rick, since she would be dealing with him in the evenings and would rarely see me. This was her first week, and I really feel that this will work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; is very grandmotherly and doesn't mind working as little as possible. This is good, since sometimes we only need someone for 15min. My ONLY reservation is with her husband, he is a manager with Department of Children and Families. I have had nothing but negative experiences, and heard nothing but negative things about this organization in Florida. I worry that she may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;misconstrue&lt;/span&gt; something and tell her husband, and him doing what he does, feels the need to open an investigation. I do not want or need that kinda shit in my life. I know that the above scenario is far fetched, but it still sits in my mind. Oh yeah, she folded my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-9173124934384046380?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9173124934384046380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=9173124934384046380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9173124934384046380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9173124934384046380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1113131607153856993</id><published>2009-03-06T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registries'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are your opinion's on registries? I was thinking about doing one for my baby shower, but have mixed feelings on the matter. I know when my friend got married, I didn't think to highly of it, but is it different for babies? And what about third babies, not first? Thoughts? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1113131607153856993?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1113131607153856993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1113131607153856993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1113131607153856993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1113131607153856993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-are-your-opinions-on-registries-i.html' title=''/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-4314365814755876476</id><published>2009-03-03T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundries'/><title type='text'>and mommy laid down the law</title><content type='html'>I have decided to redefine the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; in my household. The line has been very slowly pushed beyond what was set by two very smart, manipulative, and wild children. I have been pushing back. They do not like it. Tonight I sat them down and told them where the line belongs and what I was doing. I told them that I was not their friend and the quicker they followed direction and rules, the easier their life would get. I told them not to fight it, but to comply. They do not like me, and it will not be a very nice place to be for awhile, but they will get the hang of it. For those of you with little kids, you know how this works. Little Sally and Timmy are fine, everything is going smoothly the routine works, and then one day you realize that they are getting away with a lot more. You don't even see it at first, you have to look real hard. Then things escalate and they start talking back and giving you an attitude. They forget who the parents are, they think you owe them something and everything is unfair. This is where I'm at now, and I'm taking back my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-4314365814755876476?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4314365814755876476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=4314365814755876476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/4314365814755876476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/4314365814755876476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-mommy-laid-down-law.html' title='and mommy laid down the law'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6769469926445703606</id><published>2009-03-02T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>Whiney, rotten, stinker boy</title><content type='html'>This weekend Brandon was rotten. Screaming, swearing, public temper tantrums. It was terrible, and awful, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. Saturday we did chores, after he was finished with his jobs (oiling the wood tables, washing a door, and taking laundry out of the dryer), he decided that he wanted to go to his friend Vincents house. He called him on the phone and told him he was on his way over. I was in my pajamas doing chores, as was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;. I had no intention of taking him to Vincents house, I had already made plans with them for later. I told him this and he freaked out, he said he was already packed to go there. I told him he didn't ask if he could go, and that wasn't okay. He cried, whined, and was generally difficult for a few hours. That was just one example of what went on this weekend. I don't want to do a play by play of everything he did this weekend. We did have to have Rick leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; with Brandon because he threw a full blown tantrum over a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoppers&lt;/span&gt;. The thing that bothers me the most, is this is not his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disability&lt;/span&gt;, this was him being a jerk on purpose. I believe he is testing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; and pushing the envelope. He didn't like it when we pushed back. I hope that this isn't his disability, if it is, then this is new stuff. I don't want new stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6769469926445703606?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6769469926445703606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6769469926445703606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6769469926445703606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6769469926445703606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/whiney-rotten-stinker-boy.html' title='Whiney, rotten, stinker boy'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5500369042435061948</id><published>2009-02-20T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chucky Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tax return'/><title type='text'>tax return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; my tax return was direct deposited! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;. I paid my cards off, scheduled the dogs shots, and am getting my septic tank pumped on Monday. I didn't know that you should get your tank pumped every three years. It's been almost 8 years, oh my. We are going to Sam's club this weekend to stock up on EVERYTHING, and we are going to Lowe's to look at laminate flooring for our bedroom. Gonna pay down the van some, and the rest gets saved for my maternity leave. It felt good to pay off all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we have a birthday party at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese, I would rather have a root canal ( see previous posts to see what I think of root canals). Saturday night I am designated driver for some girls I work with, two of them turned 21 and we are going out drinking, well they are. I believe I am their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt; and driver for the evening! Just think, I 'm the providing adult supervision. That ought to make ya giggle .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5500369042435061948?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5500369042435061948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5500369042435061948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5500369042435061948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5500369042435061948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/tax-return.html' title='tax return'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7413919788100675560</id><published>2009-02-18T15:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:04:40.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>Two whiny days</title><content type='html'>Brandon has had two whiny, stinker pants days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bleck&lt;/span&gt;. I think he is putting too much pressure on himself at school to get 100's and when he doesn't, it all goes down hill. I think he is not meeting his own expectations, which I believe is an accomplishment for him(I know that sounds strange) . In previous times, he could care less if he did well or not, he truly didn't care if he got in trouble, he would give me an empty "sorry" and be on his way. Lately, he has been feeling proud of himself and if he makes a mistake he will feel terrible if he has done something wrong, or done poorly. So, in some strange way, I think these bad days are good days, I think we are actually making progress of some sort. Always baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7413919788100675560?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7413919788100675560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7413919788100675560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7413919788100675560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7413919788100675560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-whiny-days.html' title='Two whiny days'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1415156552751100099</id><published>2009-02-16T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:27:14.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Talley trip</title><content type='html'>I had a great time in Tallahassee. I packed Friday night. I woke up early on Saturday to straighten out the van and make sure I had everything packed. I woke the kids up to spend  a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; time with them before I left. Brandon gave me his valentine and it had his picture on it. He told me to take it with me so if I missed him and forgot what he looked like I could good see him and feel happy again. I smooched my babies, and my baby daddy and headed to my moms to help her load up all her stuff. Bob brought their beagle to my house and we dropped their other dog off at the vet (he has stress related &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colitis&lt;/span&gt;, and gets bloody, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mucous&lt;/span&gt; diarrhea all over my house when they go away). We gassed up and were on the road. I slept, read, made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrubbies&lt;/span&gt;, but mainly slept. We stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt; to have lunch with my youngest sister Kari. We had sandwiches and salad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McAllisters&lt;/span&gt; and it was good food. We dropped Kari off at her apartment so she could get ready for work and hopped back on the road for Tallahassee. We had Sara meet us at the hotel, got ready, went to Chili's for dinner. I had steak, with loaded mash potatoes, and broccoli and it was SO good. We got to her performance early, and that was a REALLY good thing. Bob went inside to get tickets and they were SOLD OUT, and $35 a piece. He went back inside after sharing the news with us and gave them a sob story, got us tickets and at a discount! The performance was amazing, we saw the Tallahassee Symphony Orchestra and was amazed and so proud that my sister was part of it. The first piece was Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ilyich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tchiakovsky's&lt;/span&gt; Romeo and Juliet, overture-fantasy. This piece reminded me of Bugs Bunny cartoons and Peppy la Pew. I am not very cultured. The second piece (which was my favorite) was by Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McAllister&lt;/span&gt; who was in the audience. He composed the piece with his influence being Nirvana and Alice in Chains. In my opinion there were three parts to the song, and the second being the song&lt;em&gt; Where did you sleep last night? &lt;/em&gt;by Nirvana. The clarinet player was one of Sara's professors and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't realize a clarinet could be played like that, I saw why my sister strives for perfection. The third piece was four different songs. This was written by Robert Schumann and it was Symphony No. 2 in C major, op. 61; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sostenuto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;assai&lt;/span&gt;-allegro ma non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;troppo&lt;/span&gt;, allegro vivace, adagio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;espressivo&lt;/span&gt;, and allegro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;molto&lt;/span&gt; vivace. This piece relaxed me and I found myself trying to stay awake. We stayed afterwards and and met her professors.  Back to the hotel we went and I went with Sara to her apartment.  On the way to her apartment she took me to see the capital building and her campus.   I had a good night sleep and we woke up to get ready.  Sara had to pack for her audition in Houston and meet a friend somewhere.  She dropped me off at the hotel and said her good byes to mom, Bob, and Gram.  We then headed off to The Waffle House.  I am still thinking about how good it was to eat there!  I had a ham and cheese omelet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hash browns&lt;/span&gt;, toast, and bacon.  Back on the road, stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt; to see Kari again, and then back home.        &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1415156552751100099?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1415156552751100099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1415156552751100099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1415156552751100099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1415156552751100099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-talley-trip.html' title='My Talley trip'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2563945701566425023</id><published>2009-02-13T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:35:20.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's going to Tallahassee...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am packing for Tallahassee.  Rick will be spending the weekend kid sitting.  Me, my mom, Bob, and Gram are all loading up the mini van and heading up to Tallahassee.  On the way we are stopping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt; to visit with my sister Kari and then going to see Sara.  We are having dinner and then seeing her music performance.  She is a senior in college, and I have never seen her at school since she's been there.  She will graduate in May and then is going on for her masters. I am very grateful to NOT be driving the five and half hours.  I get to stretch out in the back seat of the van with my pillow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;, a good book, my cooler of drinks, my snacks, and my bag of crap to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrubbies&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm excited to see both of my sisters apartments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2563945701566425023?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2563945701566425023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2563945701566425023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2563945701566425023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2563945701566425023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/moms-going-to-tallahassee.html' title='Mom&apos;s going to Tallahassee...'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6988681223133176246</id><published>2009-02-12T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:30:14.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon got ready by himself!</title><content type='html'>Brandon is now in second grade.  One would think that this being his third year of school, not counting preschool, he would know what he needs to do to get ready for school.  Nope.  Every morning I put his clothes out and tell him to put them on, tell him to take his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, brush his teeth, socks and shoes, put his folder in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;backpack&lt;/span&gt;.  Every morning I try to get him to do what's next.  It never sinks in.  That was until this morning.  This morning I woke him up and went to check my email.  I came out and he was dressed, with shoes, in the bathroom brushing his teeth.  He even took his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and had his back pack ready!  Two weeks ago he served his own dinner.  He can fill the bath tub on his own now, and wipe his butt.  I am so proud of the progress he has recently made.  He is finally growing up, I think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6988681223133176246?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6988681223133176246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6988681223133176246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6988681223133176246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6988681223133176246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/brandon-got-ready-by-himself.html' title='Brandon got ready by himself!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-28909378943159152</id><published>2009-02-10T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:40:46.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 great days at school</title><content type='html'>Brandon has had 5 great days in a row!  He has had 100's all five days-Wed, Thurs, Fri, Mon, and Tues.  We are so proud of him.  He is now off of gold probation and back to sitting at the gold table and drinking chocolate milk.  Life is good.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did get soap in his mouth for calling us all a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; assholes.  He screamed that he hated us and said the soap tastes like crap.  I told him that the soap tasted fine, it was the asshole that tasted like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-28909378943159152?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/28909378943159152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=28909378943159152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/28909378943159152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/28909378943159152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-great-days-at-school.html' title='5 great days at school'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3496326953528763415</id><published>2009-02-09T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:37:13.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweens! Horumph..</title><content type='html'>My tween daughter had her tween friend over this weekend.  It was interesting to say the least.  It is amazing the transformation that takes over a tween when a peer is in the mix.  This girl has been over before, and each time she comes, she is a little less nicer.  Kaylin tried to pull all kinds of stunts, and got verbal several times.  She pushed all the buttons try to show off and prove that she is in control of the situation.  That girl almost got her head knocked off this weekend.  She did get yelled at, and probally embarassed, but let me tell you  I took it easy on her.  After her friend left, I layed down the law and told her if she ever pulled that crap again I woudl call her out in front of her friend, and then drive her friend home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3496326953528763415?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3496326953528763415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3496326953528763415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3496326953528763415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3496326953528763415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/tweens-horumph.html' title='Tweens! Horumph..'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5879294708031920052</id><published>2009-02-05T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:18:37.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meds...</title><content type='html'>We finally got the Invega back into Brandon.  I love my pharmacist, he is the bomb.  He helped so much along with me harassing the insurance company and Dr Hubbard’s office it was taken care.  And it only took a month!!  I was ready to take him to the insurance company and let him throw chairs at THEM, and then see how fast they approved his meds.  It’s been a week since he’s been back on it, and we are already seeing him being less of a jerk (which I say with love), he still has a long way to go to get back where he was.  That’s what pisses me off the most.  The insurance company didn’t only take away a little pill; they took away the last year of progress we made.  It also shows me how fragile Brandon and his condition are.  Before this mess I was starting to think, “Maybe we can take him off one or two of his meds”, and “maybe he doesn’t need them anymore”.  It proved to me that he does most definitely need his meds, and that his meds are doing their job.  I used to be one of those parents that was against medicating there kids.  I thought it was a tool for parents to use when they didn’t want to deal with the parenting issues that faced them.  I now see medication as a foundation for treatment.  Medication, with therapy and behavior modification makes it possible for Brandon to think, when before he couldn’t.  The more positive brain connections are making the more the bad ones will have a chance to die off letting the new connections grow and thrive.  This in turn gives him an opportunity to improve, not just stay at a stand still.  In Brandon’s case, medication is about quality of life, for him and us.  I can’t see into the future.  I don’t know if he will ever be off his medication, or if the meds he is on now will always work.  I know what his meds have done, and have seen him without any meds.  Brandon is more functional, happy, well rounded, a better student, and the stress level at home has been reduced significantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5879294708031920052?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5879294708031920052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5879294708031920052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5879294708031920052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5879294708031920052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/meds.html' title='The meds...'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2099888308709649859</id><published>2009-01-29T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:12:02.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Hormones"  part one of.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I have turned into an unstable, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;psychotic&lt;/span&gt;, moody, snappy, bitchy, unfair and unreasonable person.  This, of course, is blamed on my hormones, and NOT on any one person's behavior.  You all know how us pregnant chicks get.  It has to be my hormones making me a bitch, not the fact that my baby's daddy (wow, that sounds Jerry Springer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) has told me that the name is now open for discussion, but he only wants to discuss his choices, not mine.  So....I have drawn the conclusion that it is open for him to discuss with himself.  I have also taken the hormone blame for other reasons such as; wanting to be comforted while crying after talking with the specialist on Tuesday and being told by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BD&lt;/span&gt; to "get over it, the doctor is just trying to bill your insurance for as much as possible", also becoming a bitch and developing an attitude because I am having a boy, not a girl (not because we are fighting tooth and nail over boy names), I am also moody because of my house.  If you have seen my house, you would feel moody too.  I have a short amount of time to gut my bedroom, replace the flooring, and clean the entire house before my water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prematurely&lt;/span&gt; breaks or I get put on bed rest.  Please realize that the above comments are dripping with sarcasm and I do not blame my hormones for the above blog.  I entirely blame someone else for not accepting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for the emotional well being of his much better, and cuter half.  I also blame this person for not accepting his part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for the house and what needs to be done with the inside, outside and people within it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2099888308709649859?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2099888308709649859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2099888308709649859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2099888308709649859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2099888308709649859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hormones-part-one-of.html' title='&quot;The Hormones&quot;  part one of.....'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-931936379279688825</id><published>2009-01-29T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:00:24.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New poll</title><content type='html'>There is a new poll to the right of the blog.  Please cast you vote.  If you vote for Richard I won't love you anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-931936379279688825?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/931936379279688825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=931936379279688825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/931936379279688825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/931936379279688825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-poll.html' title='New poll'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-561939119655254221</id><published>2009-01-28T16:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:46:51.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What really happened yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perinatologist&lt;/span&gt; at Maternal Fetal Medicine, since I am a high risk pregnancy. Rick and I drove to Cape Coral to meet with the doctor. I started off with the nurse who drilled me for my entire medical history, including which hospital I was born in. I then met with the ultrasound technician. That was the best part, we saw the baby and every part of his. We found out he was a boy, which I was very anxious to find out about. We saw him moving, waving, kicking, his kidneys and heart. Very cool. It made everything so much more real. Then we met with the doctor. That wasn't so cool. Because of my previous history with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; and Brandon I have to be watched very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;closely&lt;/span&gt;. I have to have a renal ultrasound, a 24hr urine collection test, blood work, meet with a genetics specialist, and the baby needs an ultrasound of his heart next month. He made me feel like I did something wrong. I did this the right way. When I had my yearly with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Khalidi&lt;/span&gt; I asked her if I could have more babies, I asked her if we could fix my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bicornuate&lt;/span&gt; uterus, I asked her about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eclampsia&lt;/span&gt;, and the gestational diabetes. She said there was no reason to correct to uterus, since each baby I had was bigger, she said my uterus would stretch each time and it was no issue. She explained to me that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eclampsia&lt;/span&gt; had a chance of coming back, but the percentage was low.  She did tell me I would get the gestational diabetes back.  I thought that I was well informed going into this, and now I feel that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt; informed, or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Khalidi&lt;/span&gt; should have sent me to another doctor like the one I am going to now.  I asked her about this two years ago and was told to go for it, now I'm doubting myself (even though this was not a planned pregnancy) and I guess my confidence of a less than last time complicated, kinda normal pregnancy is out the window.  Now I'm re living in my head my pregnancy with Brandon, and I think part of it has to do with me having a boy.  I'm scared that he will be like Brandon in all ways.  From conception to age 7 he has been difficult.  There is only enough room in my heart and life for one Brandon.  It doesn't help that Rick and I are fighting over boy names, I feel like I can't bond with the baby until he has a name so I can feel more connected to him.  I am officially a mess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-561939119655254221?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/561939119655254221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=561939119655254221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/561939119655254221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/561939119655254221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-really-happened-yesterday.html' title='What really happened yesterday'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-9209973492569337623</id><published>2009-01-27T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:44:20.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby news</title><content type='html'>It a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-9209973492569337623?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9209973492569337623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=9209973492569337623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9209973492569337623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9209973492569337623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-news.html' title='baby news'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-9024068050061014710</id><published>2009-01-22T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:19:53.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with the system of things.  The paperwork and bullshit you have to go through to get anything done for you family.  It doesn't help when your job is cracking down like gang busters about answering your cell phone when it's not your lunch or break.  I have been trying to get Brandon's medication taken care.  This has been driving me out of my ever loving mind.  Constant phone calls between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Staywell&lt;/span&gt;, Dr. Hubbard's office, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt;, and trying to dial the number to switch his medicaid plan from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Staywell&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt; Medical Services or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Medipass&lt;/span&gt;.  The number doesn't even ring, it just goes right to busy.  I remember going through this before, and when the phone finally does ring you go through this automated crap and then it hangs up on you.  I hope I can get through before the 90-day enrollment deadline is here!  I also went  to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Janssen&lt;/span&gt; website.  I printed out some forms that can help get his medicine cheaper or free.  He is backsliding so quickly, it really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-9024068050061014710?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9024068050061014710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=9024068050061014710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9024068050061014710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9024068050061014710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2976777924776798188</id><published>2009-01-14T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:03:56.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New to me mini van</title><content type='html'>I did it.  I got a mini van and I love it!  Allstate finally closed my claim after they totalled my car and wrote me a check.  I had to do a little haggling, but with my yard sale skills it was no problem to get the amount I asked for.  I even like the mortgage company today, they sent me a check for over payment of my escrow account.  I'm so excited that I'm gonna go pay some bills now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2976777924776798188?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2976777924776798188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2976777924776798188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2976777924776798188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2976777924776798188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-to-me-mini-van.html' title='New to me mini van'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-754922683534568877</id><published>2009-01-13T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:19:48.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda a ho hum kinda day</title><content type='html'>I am way down in the dumps today.  It seems like things are coming in around me and I feel overwhelmed.  I'm beating myself up over a decision that I made and doubting myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-754922683534568877?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/754922683534568877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=754922683534568877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/754922683534568877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/754922683534568877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinda-ho-hum-kinda-day.html' title='Kinda a ho hum kinda day'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1859439910214177412</id><published>2009-01-11T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:56:05.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minivan'/><title type='text'>mini van browsing for me today</title><content type='html'>Decided on doing the mini van thing.  Did a little looking today and doing some more today.  It should be early in the week when they settle on my car and I know I'll have limited time with the rental after that point.  There are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; good deals out there.  2 of the vans I looked at were listed at least a thousand below &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; blue book.  I thought that was pretty cool.  The one I thought would be the best fit/van for us is a 2000 Dodge Caravan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;, but after looking at the reviews, learned that there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of reported transmission problems.  Not something I'm gonna want to deal with 6-12 months from now.  Dunno.  I submitted a loan application to my credit union and will hear back  from them on Monday.  The ball is rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1859439910214177412?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1859439910214177412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1859439910214177412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1859439910214177412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1859439910214177412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/mini-van-browsing-for-me-today.html' title='mini van browsing for me today'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6760777898747540979</id><published>2009-01-08T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:54:55.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>car update, creamer update, Brandon medication nightmare</title><content type='html'>Well, you knew I had me a fancy rental car, it was a 2008 Toyota Corolla, it took me half an hour to figure out how to turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; lights on in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; parking lot.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; all the new cars have the light turner on-er on the steering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;column&lt;/span&gt;, not a button to push to the left of the steering wheel like all the other cars I have driven.  Go figure.  Last night some of the girls I work with went to Chili's for dinner and then to the movies to watch Marley and Me.   Had a nice time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Went&lt;/span&gt; out to the car and when I turned it on there was a warning light on the dashboard.  It was a fishbowl with an exclamation point.  W-T-F, I didn't even realize the car came with a fish tank, J/K, I know that wasn't funny, sorry.  I called the rental place in the morning and they told me it was the tire pressure light.  Fishbowl=tire pressure?  Wow, I'm in the dark when it comes to new cars.  They told me to take it to one of their authorized repair shops and get it fixed, or trade it in for another one.  I decided to trade it for another one.  Why am I gonna spend my lunch hour getting their car fixed?  This time I have a 2008 Mazda 3, which is much less fancy, and way more comfortable for me to drive.  I drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Punta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gorda&lt;/span&gt; to collect my belongings and get the tag off of my beloved 93 Buick Regal.  I quickly left, because I felt it coming.  I got in my rental and started to bawl my eyes out. That would be the last time I ever saw my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In creamer news, some bitch threw it out.  Game on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's med issue started when I went to refill his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;.  His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt; is "the medicine" that has given me back my boy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt; is 408.79 a month without his insurance.  I dropped of this script and then received an automated phone call to tell my they were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to fill it at this time and to contact his insurance carrier.  Called his insurance and was told that as of Jan 1 2009 they have decided to no longer cover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;, they told me to give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Seroquel&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Risperdal&lt;/span&gt;.  He used to be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Risperdal&lt;/span&gt;, but one of the side effects was weight gain, he gained 14 pounds in about 2 months.  That's why we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't know anything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Seroquel&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not like he has a headache and the store no longer sells Tylenol, so he's got to take Motrin instead.  Now this sucks big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' donkey balls.  Want to know what pisses me off the most?  They never sent a letter or attempted to contact me letting me know this.  I went to refill his script with him only having a few tablets left.  Now what?  If they sent me a letter in early December, than I would have had time to discuss a med change with his doctor, taper him off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt; and add a new one, or eliminate it all together.  I don't know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;, but most psych &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; need to be taped or it can become dangerous.  Guess I'll hit it up on the Google later.  I put two calls into Nurse Karen, so I'll wait for her to guide me in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6760777898747540979?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6760777898747540979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6760777898747540979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6760777898747540979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6760777898747540979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-update-creamer-update-brandon.html' title='car update, creamer update, Brandon medication nightmare'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1491727991580274429</id><published>2009-01-07T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:54:48.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh evil creamer snatcher, I will catch you</title><content type='html'>I buy those flavored creamers, it's my thing.  I brought a new one to work Monday after writing my name all over it, several times, with black sharpie marker.  This morning I went to get some, and there was maybe an inch and a half of creamer in the container.  This, IMO is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; rude.  My name was on the container and no one asked me.  It should have been left alone.  So........... tomorrow, in order to prove a point, I'm going to pour out the remainder creamer into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; container, and put milk and salt in it, or leave the creamer and squirt some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;visine&lt;/span&gt; in it.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visine&lt;/span&gt; seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; malicious, but how awesome would it be to see the culprit run out of the building with explosive diarrhea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1491727991580274429?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1491727991580274429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1491727991580274429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1491727991580274429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1491727991580274429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-evil-creamer-snatcher-i-will-catch.html' title='Oh evil creamer snatcher, I will catch you'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6332635569947222750</id><published>2009-01-06T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:07:35.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty, shiny, new rental car</title><content type='html'>:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a car!  At least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6332635569947222750?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6332635569947222750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6332635569947222750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6332635569947222750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6332635569947222750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-shiny-new-rental-car_06.html' title='pretty, shiny, new rental car'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8408236740407361512</id><published>2009-01-06T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:07:31.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty, shiny, new rental car</title><content type='html'>:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a car!  At least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8408236740407361512?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8408236740407361512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8408236740407361512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8408236740407361512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8408236740407361512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-shiny-new-rental-car.html' title='pretty, shiny, new rental car'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8859075479647906713</id><published>2009-01-06T08:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:08:53.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the mother ship says....</title><content type='html'>They want pictures.  Then they can review the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;submittal&lt;/span&gt; for approval.  Waiting for the body shop to send pictures to Allstate.  Am I getting jerked around, or is this just the way things work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8859075479647906713?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8859075479647906713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8859075479647906713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8859075479647906713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8859075479647906713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-mother-ship-says.html' title='And the mother ship says....'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-9168598212697968855</id><published>2009-01-05T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:13:48.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday-Sunday</title><content type='html'>Thursday Tori ended up calling me.  We went shopping, found some really good deals at Kohl's, had lunch at Ruby Tuesday's, went to Old Navy, and then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  Had a nice time, had all the kids with us.  Brandon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; were both well behaved.  I am learning that I am much less patient than I was before I was pregnant and snap at the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more.  That sucks, but they are listening better.  So I have mixed feelings about it.  I find myself being bitchy, which is not a normal trait that I have.  So, sorry to all affected by my messed up hormones.  Saturday we cleaned Brandon's room, all four of us.  Three black trash bags later, we are almost done.  I gave his a few shoe boxes for his "treasures" that he finds meaning in (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. bottle caps, gum wrappers, erasers, etc..).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; we did Christmas with Ricks family.  Rick's dad didn't show up, he is still very unstable, and I was sad he wasn't part of everything, but also relieved that there wouldn't be any chaos, just a relaxing evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should hear about my car today.  I talked to Allstate and she had submitted her report to the mother ship and is awaiting approval from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-9168598212697968855?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9168598212697968855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=9168598212697968855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9168598212697968855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9168598212697968855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-sunday.html' title='Thursday-Sunday'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-9174760057976825883</id><published>2009-01-01T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:33:39.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>No work for me today.</title><content type='html'>Today I will tackle the mountain of laundry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;threatening&lt;/span&gt; to take over my house.  I have also decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; (if they are open) and go grocery shopping and take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; to pick out clothes that she wants to buy with her gift cards.  Rick wants to do something, he's thinking about taking the dogs and us on a nature walk.  I still don't  have a car, and I'm really trying to be a good sport, but my patience is wearing thin.  I can't take Brandon to his appointments, I have to get rides to work and back, and I just want my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; back.  Not that I go out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, but if I want to I can't.  Kinda like when I used to smoke.  I'd freak out if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find my pack of smokes or a lighter, even if I didn't need one at that moment, just knowing where they were calmed me down.  Kinda glad I quit smoking, I do miss it sometimes though, and it smells so good when other people do it.  Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; rambling!  Hope you all had a Happy New Years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-9174760057976825883?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9174760057976825883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=9174760057976825883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9174760057976825883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9174760057976825883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-work-for-me-today.html' title='No work for me today.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1425818384826289253</id><published>2008-12-31T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:28:00.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>It is new years eve.  I'm thinking about all the things I have to be grateful for and all the things that happened this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;1.  My best friend Tori had a baby  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Brandon got discharged from his behavior support specialist&lt;br /&gt;3.  Brandon got discharged from therapy after meeting all his goals&lt;br /&gt;4.  Brandon got approved for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SSI&lt;/span&gt; disability and now has better health coverage&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; is a "young lady"&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to new health coverage from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; has gotten awesome grades all year&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; really put forth an effort playing soccer this year&lt;br /&gt;9.  I was able to pay my mortgage in the month it was actually due. &lt;br /&gt;10.  Friends&lt;br /&gt;11.  Family&lt;br /&gt;12.  Rick and I have become a stronger unit&lt;br /&gt;13.  I'm pregnant! &lt;br /&gt;14.  Donna is alive and well&lt;br /&gt;15.  We are all healthy&lt;br /&gt;16.  Gas is more affordable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so good stuff&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grandma Bonnie passed away&lt;br /&gt;2.  Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muggs&lt;/span&gt; passed away &lt;br /&gt;3.  Donna (Rick's Mom) was found face down in the pool (see #14 above)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dick and his mental health issues (still on going)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Car accident (see #15 above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more good, and more not so good.  I know that for the most part it was an awesome year of growth for our family.  Next year will bring more challenges with a new baby and balancing work, the house and three kids. &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1425818384826289253?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1425818384826289253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1425818384826289253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1425818384826289253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1425818384826289253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-wednesday_31.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5658123483281941854</id><published>2008-12-29T08:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:27:58.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap, I survived</title><content type='html'>I survived the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; weekend of my life.  My ex husband (the one in prison), his father and wife came to spend the weekend with us with their dogs.  Before he came I explained Brandon to him.  He has not seen his grandson in over 4 years, which means Brandon was about 3 years old.  I explained how we deal with him, and how he cannot interfere with how we handle him, even if it pisses him off.  I also tried to explain Brandon's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aspergers&lt;/span&gt; as best as I could to an ignorant person.  I do have to say that Brandon was awesome.  He had major changes to his schedule and people in his area, and for the most part did pretty darn good.  I could tell the difference, we had a few minor melt downs, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of whining, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of hiding and covering with blankets, a few time outs, some brushing, and snuggling.  No violent outbursts, no throwing things, no 3 hours complete meltdowns while repeating "I wanna get out" for 2 hours.  To others he would have been a whiny little brat and to me it was a moment of extreme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;proudness&lt;/span&gt; to all the progress he has made.  Last year, it would have been unbearable, this year, it was mostly pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5658123483281941854?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5658123483281941854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5658123483281941854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5658123483281941854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5658123483281941854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-crap-i-survived.html' title='Holy Crap, I survived'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6158985125832965350</id><published>2008-12-23T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:53:32.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allstate sucks, and liars too...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my car got &lt;a href="mailto:%$@#-ed"&gt;%$@#-ed&lt;/a&gt; up on Friday.  You know that part.  Well I went to the hospital they told me to go home and rest, ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;.  My insurance company, Progressive, had called and left me a message wanting my side of the story.  I called the adjuster back and gave him my side of the story.  He asked me a bunch of questions, then he told me that my story and the guy who hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;me's&lt;/span&gt; story were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different.  He told the cops and both insurance companies that traffic was moving and I changed lanes in front of him, so he had no choice but to hit me.  This is NOT true AT ALL!  I was at a stop light and got hit.  His insurance company called me Monday and I gave my statement to them.  They won't give me rental car or fix mine until an investigation has been completed.  So to that guy who can't tell the truth, I forgive you.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; to the Allstate chick Dawn, I know you are trying to do your job.  But this really stinks, I will have no car for possibly two weeks or more and I'm tired of people telling me to get a lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6158985125832965350?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6158985125832965350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6158985125832965350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6158985125832965350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6158985125832965350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/allstate-sucks-and-liars-too.html' title='Allstate sucks, and liars too...'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-145936935071932197</id><published>2008-12-20T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:49:39.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye car</title><content type='html'>Okay, had an interesting week.  I am finally feeling like a human again, which is awesome.  Still kinda tired, but what else can I expect?  It started I guess on Thursday, that's when 1 and 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.  1, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muggs&lt;/span&gt; passed away.  She's my "step" grandma, I hate the term "step", she's my grandma, just not biological.  2, Ricks dad was being released from the mental hospital, even though he's still nuts.  3, on my way to work I got rear ended and my car is totalled.  So my 3 are done, and I can start the year off fresh.  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-145936935071932197?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/145936935071932197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=145936935071932197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/145936935071932197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/145936935071932197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-bye-car.html' title='bye bye car'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3819307302679266578</id><published>2008-12-15T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:07:37.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I think I'm a human again.</title><content type='html'>Well,  in the great first trimester fog of pregnancy I became a useless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;, exhausted shell of who I was. At eleven weeks, I think, I hope, that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; part is over. I guess I better do some filling in on the events and we will pick up at Thanksgiving.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; was with her dad for turkey break, so Brandon and I went to my moms and Rick went to his moms.  My mom's turkey day was picture perfect, joking, laughing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;.  Ricks, on the other hand was not so pleasant.  His dad was not so nice, and we ended up calling the police.  Shortly after turkey day the police picked him up and admitted him to the adult in patient mental health place.  He's angry and not happy with the family.  We had our holiday party at work, and had a nice time.  It sucked that I couldn't drink, but hey, what can ya do!  Ricks was the next day and it was lame.  Really lame.  I won't get into, it's not worth mentioning.  Brandon's therapist came and is discharging him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; therapy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; he has met his goals.  I am so proud of how far he has come.  Last weekend my friends Cathy and Eileen came over from Melbourne to clean my house.  What a blessing!  I was so overwhelmed with feeling terrible.  I feel so much less stressed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3819307302679266578?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3819307302679266578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3819307302679266578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3819307302679266578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3819307302679266578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-think-im-human-again.html' title='Wow, I think I&apos;m a human again.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8245743736417704384</id><published>2008-12-04T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:48:50.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and one flew over the coo coo's nest</title><content type='html'>This time it wasn't Brandon.  They picked up Rick's dad last night, as in Baker Act.  If I would have been worth anything this past few weeks I would have blogged about Thanksgiving and it's exciting events in which the police visited with us.  Rick is obviously feeling overwhelmed and confused.  He's scared for his family and what will become of them all after he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realeased&lt;/span&gt;.  Will he be angry, hateful, and resentful?  Will he realize that he has a disease and seek treatment for it?  Will his parents get a divorce?  Either way, things won't be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Fran had her first chemo on Monday and is doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8245743736417704384?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8245743736417704384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8245743736417704384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8245743736417704384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8245743736417704384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-one-flew-over-coo-coos-nest.html' title='and one flew over the coo coo&apos;s nest'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-428411407198223705</id><published>2008-12-02T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:26:40.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>umm, I dunno?</title><content type='html'>Brandon has been feeling much better and is on the mend from a nasty case of strep throat.  He made it back to gold level at school and they went to a field trip yesterday to Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wezel&lt;/span&gt; and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suessical&lt;/span&gt;.  He really liked it and when he came home had a terrible afternoon/evening.  Still not sure what it was all about.  He walked in the door from school like that and continued after I got home.  The both screamed at each other and were cruel and terrible to each other.  I screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;, cooked dinner, watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;,then went to bed.  How am I gonna deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; an another one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-428411407198223705?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/428411407198223705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=428411407198223705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/428411407198223705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/428411407198223705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/umm-i-dunno.html' title='umm, I dunno?'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1123946216767854566</id><published>2008-11-26T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:23:03.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon has strep throat</title><content type='html'>Brandon has strep throat, nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1123946216767854566?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1123946216767854566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1123946216767854566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1123946216767854566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1123946216767854566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/brandon-has-strep-throat.html' title='Brandon has strep throat'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1143221263900243965</id><published>2008-11-25T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:01:21.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no meeting?</title><content type='html'>No team meeting today.  The wrap coordinator is really sick.  It sucks because I wanted to show them all how awesome Brandon is doing.  It's good because I don't have the energy to pick up my house.  If I don't do it, it doesn't get done.  I guess it's a little too much to ask for some help! Oh well, once this first trimester is over I may feel like a human again.  That would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the kids are sick and this is the worst week in all of payroll because thanksgiving is on a Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1143221263900243965?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1143221263900243965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1143221263900243965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1143221263900243965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1143221263900243965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-meeting.html' title='no meeting?'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5131146229951270270</id><published>2008-11-21T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:39:12.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let the blogging begin</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been kinda crappy here in blog land. I've been lazy and neglectful. You see I've got this problem, and i don't feel well because of it. It will go away after another 4-5 weeks or so I've heard.....  It's just how it goes.  I don't remember it being like this with the first two.  I have NO energy.  All I can do is sleep.  I have never been so tired before. I take a nap at work on my lunch break.  I come home and sleep for half an hour before I can do anything.  My house is a mess and I'm cranky and whiny.  O what fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5131146229951270270?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5131146229951270270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5131146229951270270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5131146229951270270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5131146229951270270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-blogging-begin.html' title='let the blogging begin'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6862733256091281715</id><published>2008-11-18T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:21:18.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the suckiest daughter in the world.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read it here first.  Saturday was my dad's birthday.  It's easy to remember because it's so close to mine.  Someway, somehow, I didn't call him.  I know his birthday is on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I just didn't realize SATURDAY was the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I am his only child, and I totally suck.  I called him Monday morning when I got to work and turned the dates on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calender&lt;/span&gt;.  He said he wasn't mad, but something in his voice said he wasn't  happy.   I really hope I didn't hurt his feelings too badly.  I love him and he is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; dad in the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; world.  I win, hands down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suckiest&lt;/span&gt; child of the year award......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6862733256091281715?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6862733256091281715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6862733256091281715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6862733256091281715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6862733256091281715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-suckiest-daughter-in-world.html' title='I am the suckiest daughter in the world.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7475373093927370728</id><published>2008-11-14T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:39:31.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short weekend away!</title><content type='html'>We are going on a short weekend away.  Tomorrow after soccer we will come home and pack our overnight bags and go to the Everglades for fishing and a cheap hotel visit.  We won't be able to do this for a long time, Rick just got cut to part time.  Not good, bad timing.  Brandon got another 100% in school today and said his field trip was "awesome".  So I'm excited about getting away, but worried about Rick's cut to part time.  What's left after part time is no time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7475373093927370728?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7475373093927370728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7475373093927370728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7475373093927370728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7475373093927370728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-weekend-away.html' title='Short weekend away!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3068062747248873198</id><published>2008-11-13T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:00:12.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brandon got a 100% in school so he got to pick a prize from the prize bag, but he has been whining and agitated all night.  Right now he is in the bath tub.  I hope he can self regulate himself.  I bath usually re directs him.  Tomorrow he goes on a field trip at school to Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scherer&lt;/span&gt; Park to learn about nature and pick up trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In candle news....In two days I sold $120 in candles.  I am running out of jars and scents to make.  It seems to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; too successful.  Now people are making special orders and driving me crazy.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still cranky and feel kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blech&lt;/span&gt;.  Still not smoking and it's a little easier now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3068062747248873198?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3068062747248873198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3068062747248873198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3068062747248873198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3068062747248873198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/brandon-got-100-in-school-so-he-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5421878061345005331</id><published>2008-11-12T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:13:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brandon saw Dr Hubbard today, she is happy with his progress and so am I.  We are going to go a little higher with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt; and see if that will seal the deal.  I'm very tired today, and a little cranky with this no smoking thing but am staying strong.  Rick and the kids are doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; in the living room, and I think I will join them.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5421878061345005331?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5421878061345005331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5421878061345005331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5421878061345005331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5421878061345005331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/brandon-saw-dr-hubbard-today-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2765457985645912562</id><published>2008-11-11T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:08:23.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, I know, I suck</title><content type='html'>I realize that I suck lately.  I haven't been blogging about Brandon or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;.  I just kinda bitch and moan about my own personal garbage instead of the reason I started this blog.  My head has been up my ass and I'm sorry.  Brandon is doing well.  He is sleeping in his bed, which is good, since he prefers the couch.  He's not doing as well in school, he's moved to silver level.  I took him to OT and she gave me a sensory diet for him, all I've done is read it.  I haven't implemented anything into his schedule.  If I did, I know it would help him even more.  I am more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of him and his behaviors.  I know where he is at in a mood and how to get him out of it.  His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; have been right on target, and he will see Dr Hubbard tomorrow.  I guess I've been taken a break from it all.  Is that bad?  I guess it is and I answered my own question.  I should keep going, even when he is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2765457985645912562?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2765457985645912562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2765457985645912562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2765457985645912562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2765457985645912562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-know-i-suck.html' title='okay, I know, I suck'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8540428740461166792</id><published>2008-11-10T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:03:27.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit smoking!</title><content type='html'>I quit smoking!  I am a nasty mean bitch.  Stay away!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8540428740461166792?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8540428740461166792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8540428740461166792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8540428740461166792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8540428740461166792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-quit-smoking.html' title='I quit smoking!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3528843721742785838</id><published>2008-11-09T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:33:25.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty nice. Saturday Rick had to work. Brandon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; and I went to her soccer game and the team totally bombed out. The game was 0-3 up until the last 3 minutes when they scored 2 goals, but still lost. At least it wasn't a shut out. After that we went to Target, I had a baby shower to go to and she was registered there. I picked her up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boppy&lt;/span&gt; pillow, got Brandon a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime (90% off), bought Tylenol, Tums, and vitamins, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; picked out a High School Musical III CD to burn onto her MP3 player. We came home and picked up the house, the kids did the living room and their bedrooms, I worked on laundry and the kitchen. I got several batches of caramel pecan pie candles done. Rick came home and I took off to the baby shower at Olive Garden. It was a nice shower, she received most of the things she needed for her baby which was nice. I came home, we got ready and went to Night on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dearborn&lt;/span&gt;, Rick's sister owns a shop there and once a month they have an activity where all the shop owners stay open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; and do stuff for the community. Last night they had horse drawn wagon rides. The horse was a retired race horse who was injured during a race, these people rehabilitate them and teach the public what they do. The horse's name was Junior and he was a 4 year old race horse. After that we went to Rick's friend Frank's house. I think he had us come with him so I could drive him home!  I will post this now and finish up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3528843721742785838?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3528843721742785838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3528843721742785838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3528843721742785838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3528843721742785838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-178844132889487935</id><published>2008-11-06T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:16:02.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday thoughtfullness</title><content type='html'>Rick went and did it again, he surprised me. Every once in awhile he does something so thoughtful and sweet it makes me fall in love with him all over again. Rick is your basic burping, farting, scratching, beer drinking, football watching guy kinda guy. He thinks in very basic terms, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; pretty good, since I'm pretty low maintenance. Rick is not the love of my life, and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;, truly, comfortable and okay with this. Rick is my best friend and our relationship is based on that and our love has grown from our friendship to what it is now. The one love of my life had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; destroyed me and my kids, the man I thought I loved, was someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different and our entire relationship was based on lies and deception. If you know me, you know my story. If you don't know me, you don't want to know this story. With Rick I have love, trust, honesty, acceptance, and comfort. To me, that is more important for the long haul. I guess I got a little off track there...last night Rick called to tell me he was running late because he had a delivery in Sarasota, I said okay, no worries. He got home and we ordered Chinese food. We had beef and broccoli with lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt;, General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tso's&lt;/span&gt; chicken with fried rice, crab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rangoon&lt;/span&gt;, egg rolls, and fried dumplings. It was awesome! He then gave me my birthday present, a book by Dean Koontz (which is my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt;)and chocolate with nuts in a pretty bag and a nice card. Sounds like a normal boyfriend present type thing, right? This is not the typical Rick, he wraps presents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; bags and rarely if ever gives cards.  Rick earned himself some boyfriend bonus points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other birthday news....my dad sent my vacuum seal bags, 4 lbs of coffee beans, a new cordless phone, and a $50 gift card for amazon.  I'm totally excited!  My dad has always been the best at birthdays and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; stuff.  My mom stopped by and gave me a really nice card with a gift card for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bealls&lt;/span&gt; outlet.  The girls at work bought me some balloons, a card, and made caramel sundaes.  Overall it was an awesome birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-178844132889487935?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/178844132889487935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=178844132889487935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/178844132889487935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/178844132889487935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-thoughtfullness.html' title='birthday thoughtfullness'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-4479286525718004429</id><published>2008-11-05T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:30:10.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st batch of candles are complete!</title><content type='html'>I made my first two batches of soy candles last night.  I did two pounds of apple cinnamon and 1 pound of Christmas Morning (at Rick's request).  They came out pretty good, the color wasn't dark enough.  Instead of red, they are pink, but the scent is pretty good.  It could be a little stronger.  I will do a burn test tonight to check the scent throw and see how the wicks work.  I will not make any more candles until the rest of my equipment arrives (digital scale, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;measuring&lt;/span&gt; cup, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wisk&lt;/span&gt;) that way I can measure things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; and keep all the batches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt;.  I just had to make some last night when the wax arrived, I was so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday to me!  I have two boxes from my daddy.  I can't wait until I get home to open them.   The girls at work brought in some balloons and a funny card.  Casey gave me a gift certificate for my favorite coffee shop.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;................  Tonight we are having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food for dinner.  The rest of the night I will work on washing more clothes.  Brandon WAS excited about my birthday until he found out I had to work and wasn't keeping him home from school.  Now he hates me and school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-4479286525718004429?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4479286525718004429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=4479286525718004429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/4479286525718004429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/4479286525718004429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-batch-of-candles-are-complete.html' title='1st batch of candles are complete!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-326109068880385935</id><published>2008-11-04T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:38:00.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget</title><content type='html'>It's voting day, the day before my birthday.  How many people can say they get a president for their birthdays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-326109068880385935?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/326109068880385935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=326109068880385935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/326109068880385935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/326109068880385935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8593351844457561980</id><published>2008-11-02T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:18:33.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love electricity, indoor plumbing, and running water</title><content type='html'>The kids and I are home from camping.  Rick stayed another night, since he doesn't have to work tomorrow.  We had a relaxing time and the weather was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; gorgeous.  Saturday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; had her soccer game, they won again 3-2 and it was actually an exciting game.  We ran home and loaded up the car.  Somehow, I'm not quite sure how, we got everything in my car.  Two children, 1 me, two tents, one large blue tote, a large cooler, 4 chairs, clothes for everyone, and pillows and blankets all squished in my Buick.  We made it to the camp site about 1 pm Saturday and got camp set up, Pat and Tori were already set with their camp.  They had to use a trailer to get all the baby shit there.  We had PB&amp;amp;J for lunch.  The kids had fun catching these giant millipede bugs all over the camp grounds.  Rick showed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 6pm, he had to work and do inventory at the store.  Tori's mom and boyfriend showed up for dinner and later that night Teresa and Vincent stopped by.  Brandon had been not so patiently waiting all day for Vincent to get there and once he showed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; wanted nothing to do with him.  Vincent wanted to play super heroes and Brandon didn't.  They pretty much fought and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disagreed&lt;/span&gt; the whole time.  Brandon was mad at him for having so much energy.  After Teresa, Vincent, Tori's mom and boyfriend left the kids went right to sleep.  After awhile I did too, I crawled into the tent and about half an hour later I felt a rock in my back, the air mattress popped.  When Rick came to bed he was so uncomfortable he slept in a chair.  Now we will upgrade to a queen air mattress instead of the double.  I'll look out for one on sale and depending on the price we will get one for the kids.  We ate dinner (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meat sauce&lt;/span&gt;) at the camp grounds and then headed home, I called my dad on the way just to chit chat, I try to talk to him every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; just to kinda check in.  The dogs were so happy to see us, Sadie is still looking for Rick to come.   I finally got the car unloaded and right now the clothes are all in the wash, the cooler is emptied, the dishwasher is running, the kids are bathed and comfy on the couch.  I think I will sleep like a rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8593351844457561980?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8593351844457561980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8593351844457561980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8593351844457561980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8593351844457561980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-electricity-indoor-plumbing-and.html' title='I love electricity, indoor plumbing, and running water'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2193827877178732112</id><published>2008-10-30T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:21:52.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Time</title><content type='html'>The kids carved pumpkins tonight.  They fought, and argued but eventually got it done.  It came out pretty cool.  Next year I think we will do more pumpkins, but we are going camping this weekend, so I didn't want rotten pumpkins sitting out all weekend.  Tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trick&lt;/span&gt; or treat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; will be a witch and Brandon will be Batman.  We are going to bring Vincent and his parents with us to meet up with Pat, Tori, and the baby.  It should be pretty fun.  Right now we have the tents set up in the front yard airing out, and have all our stuff totes packed up.  All I have left to do is food shop and pack clothes and other little stuff.  I think I'm excited about camping, or at least I will be.  It requires so much work, and Rick is pretty useless at this kinda stuff.  He just kinda stands around looking like a lost puppy.  Tomorrow at work we are having a holiday pot luck, so I'm making chicken and rice in the crock pot. In the morning I'll just throw it all together and then plug it in when I get to work.  I'm going to leave at 4 so I can get home and get the kids fed and ready, plus I have to take the tents down and pack them and the car up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email notification that my candle supply orders are shipping, the first arriving tomorrow, the second by Thursday.  Today I ordered more scents after reading how much scent I needed per pound of soy wax.  I picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt; Vanilla, Lick Me All Over, Love Spell, Stress Relief, Butt Naked, Christmas Tree, Home Sweet Home, Banana Nut Bread and Dragon's Blood.  I am getting really excited about this.  I think this will be really successful.  I can't decide if I'm going to make my own labels and use cloth squares and ties for the lid to give it that country home made look (which they are), or if I will order the labels and just slap them on.  It would be more cost effective to do them myself, but my printer kinda sucks.  Decisions, decisions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2193827877178732112?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2193827877178732112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2193827877178732112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2193827877178732112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2193827877178732112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-time.html' title='Pumpkin Time'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-451101905775121854</id><published>2008-10-30T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:54:52.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's suck.</title><content type='html'>Well this one did.  It wasn't bad, I did have a nice evening with the kids, Rick wasn't there though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; after I got home from work I took Brandon to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;, I was gonna make chili for dinner.  I picked up kidney beans, diced tomatoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tostido&lt;/span&gt; scoops, sour cream, and corn muffins.  I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; brown the ground beef while Brandon and I shopped.  While I was unloading the shopping cart, Rick called to tell me he wouldn't be home until after 8pm, he was gonna stop at his tenants and pick up rent, then go to his friends house to hang out for a bit.  I reminded him that it was Wednesday (wink-wink) and I had made a good dinner.  He told me he was gonna eat at his friends house.  The kids and I ate our chili, which came out really awesome, and watched RV.  We laughed so hard, it was such a funny movie.  I made them smoothies after the movie was over.  Rick finally came home, after 8pm, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;watched&lt;/span&gt; the world series, but what can you do?  I had an awesome night with my kids and that makes it good with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-451101905775121854?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/451101905775121854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=451101905775121854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/451101905775121854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/451101905775121854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesdays-suck.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s suck.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1703462936800099297</id><published>2008-10-29T12:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:19:33.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><title type='text'>It's hump day, oh yeah.</title><content type='html'>We are half way through the week now. It is hump day. Wednesday's are special for me-when Rick and I first met, he would come over Wednesday nights and bring dinner, usually Chinese, or Stouffers veggie lasagna, some times Superday spinach pizza, we would watch TV and after the kids went to bed, well you can figure out the rest. Wednesday's are usually our night, it just stuck after two years of every Wednesday it has now become a routine. I guess it's nice, but it also makes me feel like an old fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work right now, making some sort of an attempt to look busy, and trying not get caught being online. I just don't have love for this job anymore. It's a paycheck and that's it. There are so many perks to working for this company they treat us well, they pay 100% of my medical/vision/dental, match 4% of my 401 K, and give us two raises a year, plus generous bonuses throughout the year. I am grateful for my job, and I'm good at it. I guess I'm just stuck in a rut. I do the same thing everyday, over and over again. It doesn't excite me anymore, I'm very comfortable in my job which is good and bad. Well enough bitching and moaning about stuped shit. I am extremly grateful for this job, especially with how the economy is right now, most people I know have been laid off, or know someone who has been laid off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1703462936800099297?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1703462936800099297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1703462936800099297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1703462936800099297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1703462936800099297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-hump-day-oh-yeah.html' title='It&apos;s hump day, oh yeah.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-66450884775447391</id><published>2008-10-28T21:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:18:35.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crabby tween'/><title type='text'>Yippie Skippy, another team meeting...</title><content type='html'>Yet another team meeting has come and gone. No one comes to them anymore, most people quit, some have headaches, etc, etc and so on and so forth. We have been in this program for almost 2 years, and only recently have started heading in any sort of direction. Tonight I told my wrap coordinator that we are ready to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; out of the program. Through them I found Brandon's super fantastical therapist, met a really awesome behavior support specialist who graduated us, and got Brandon an OT evaluation and him set up on a sensory diet. The rest was a learning experience. Of course since we had people at the house Brandon got revved up, he calmed himself down and I gave him a bath to bring my sweet little boy back. My mom came, the therapist was here for only a few minutes (she had to leave on an emergency), and my wrap coordinator. I'm not allowed to have a family mentor anymore, but I don't need or want one anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cold, it like 60 degrees outside! I had to go on my lunch break and buy the kids jackets. Brandon got put on the bus with a blanket, since his jacket didn't fit from last year. I know, I suck. It's not suppose to get cold in Florida, how was I supposed to know? I did find some cute dresses for work, with the color clearance stickers, and a purple shirt that will look awesome with black pants or a shirt. I forgot to add that I am the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt; mother in the whole world, I sent my bleeding, cramping 11 year old to school! Can you believe it? I told her to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Midol&lt;/span&gt; and get on the bus, she still has at least forty more years of this to deal with. I do feel sympathy for her, I know and you know how it feels. She just can't miss school for 3-5 days every month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-66450884775447391?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/66450884775447391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=66450884775447391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/66450884775447391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/66450884775447391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/yippie-skippy-another-team-meeting.html' title='Yippie Skippy, another team meeting...'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1528471883354720486</id><published>2008-10-27T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:30:33.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly, Hopeful me..</title><content type='html'>Okay, well I have a secret.  Nothing juicy, nothing you need to pick up your phone and call anyone about.  I've always wanted to start my own side business making hand made soy candles and cold process soaps into custom gift baskets.  I have wanted to do this for at least 8 years now.  I actually have a written out business plan and the whole nine yards.  I just don't have the money or the balls to get it going.  I'm scared of failure.  There it is, my dirty little secret.  It goes right along with me dreaming of having a farm with chickens, pigs, goats, and a huge vegetable and herb garden.  I made a decision last night, I decided that I was going to start a small part of my dream.  I am going to start making soy candles.  I ordered some stuff in small batches to see how it goes, I know I can sell the candles at work with no problem, especially with the holidays coming up.  I choose Apple Cinnamon, Christmas Morning, Vanilla Bean, Coffee Caramel Cream, and Caramel Pecan Pie as my first scents.  Cross you fingers and don't laugh to hard at me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1528471883354720486?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1528471883354720486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1528471883354720486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1528471883354720486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1528471883354720486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-hopeful-me.html' title='Silly, Hopeful me..'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2682855020790929462</id><published>2008-10-27T13:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:52:06.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven</title><content type='html'>Hello.  I forgive you, I hope you forgive me for being so hard headed.  It was hard to stay mad at you, especially since I love you guys so much.   I never read your original post, I just put things together with the comments that were made.  It really hurt me by what the other parents were saying.  I do all that I can to help Brandon, I'm not a bad parent, and things just suck sometimes.  Well, I guess we don't need to play catch up since we read each other's blogs.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2682855020790929462?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2682855020790929462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2682855020790929462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2682855020790929462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2682855020790929462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/forgiven.html' title='Forgiven'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3114441918944003937</id><published>2008-10-26T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:03:24.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girly Girl Day</title><content type='html'>Saturday we did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; birthday shindig.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;, her two friends Brittney, Jess (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;step mom&lt;/span&gt;) and I went to see High School Musical 3, after that we went and got our fingernails painted and we to Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; A for some dinner.  It was really interesting to listen to their tween conversation about Hannah Montana (which they don't like), Jonas Brothers, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Effron&lt;/span&gt; (which they REALLY like).  I made some sort of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; attempt to converse with these strange creatures in the back seat of my car, they met me with eye rolling, and "oh my god, your mom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; weird".  Oh, well...I tried.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; had some sort of allergic reaction to the food at Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; A, I think I'm going to file a format complaint with their corporate office.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; after leaving there, she starting giggling, and giggling, and giggling.  I think you get the point, she didn't stop for over an hour.  We dropped off all the girls and came back to the house, I packed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; up and sent her with Jess.  Maureen had picked up Brandon already, so we were all alone.  You think we would know what to do with ourselves, but we didn't.  Did we want to go do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;?  No.  Dinner?  No.  Sports Bar? No.  Yet again, I spent a hot, sweaty, steamy date night on the El Jo Bean fishing pier. Didn't catch a damn thing either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3114441918944003937?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3114441918944003937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3114441918944003937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3114441918944003937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3114441918944003937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/girly-girl-day.html' title='A Girly Girl Day'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5953114907721645620</id><published>2008-10-24T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:56:16.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I'm happy it's Friday.  The week is finally close to an end.  It's been a tiring week, one that I could have slept through if I wanted to.  I think it's the emotional let down of my grandma dying, the service, and Fran's breast cancer diagnosis.  I just feel drained.  This weekend will be a good one though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; friend is spending the night tonight and tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;, Brittney, Brittany, Jess, and I will go see High School Musical 3, while Brandon goes to hang out with Vincent ( Thank you Teresa! ).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Afterwards&lt;/span&gt; we will get our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fingernails&lt;/span&gt; painted, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; eat at Olive Garden.  Maureen is suppose to pick up Brandon Saturday night, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; will be at her dads.  That means there is a possibility of going on a date.  Hopefully this time we won't eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cheese steaks&lt;/span&gt; and go fishing.  I'm hoping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;romantical&lt;/span&gt;, but will take what I can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5953114907721645620?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5953114907721645620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5953114907721645620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5953114907721645620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5953114907721645620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7104686618078740889</id><published>2008-10-23T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:45:10.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;, I realized that I am getting away from the reason I started this blog.  It's suppose to be about how I deal with Brandon, how I help him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; his goals, how we advocate for him, and how we manage as a family.  I turned it into my own venting tool where I can bitch and moan and reflect on certain issues.  I guess I need this blog more than Brandon does.  So instead of from now on focusing on Brandon, I will let this blog go in what ever direction it heads in and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7104686618078740889?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7104686618078740889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7104686618078740889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7104686618078740889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7104686618078740889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7073176177233714580</id><published>2008-10-23T11:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:25:08.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer sucks</title><content type='html'>This I have decided a long time ago.  My grandma Davidson had, and beat colon cancer many years ago.  Rick's family member, Vicki, fought and lost her fight with breast cancer.  A high school friend, Melissa, is in battle with thyroid cancer.  One of my best friends, Fran, just got diagnosed with breast cancer last week and is having a modified radical mastectomy tomorrow.  My grandma Bonnie just lost her battle with cancer.  It sucks.  What do you say?  What can you do?  I posted a poem on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; that I found on line, it said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to me.  You are someone that knows some one that has cancer, has cancer,  will get cancer, or will be lost to cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7073176177233714580?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7073176177233714580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7073176177233714580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7073176177233714580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7073176177233714580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/cancer-sucks.html' title='Cancer sucks'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2554285802091662663</id><published>2008-10-22T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:36:04.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genetics today!</title><content type='html'>Today we went to genetics at All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital in St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Petersburg&lt;/span&gt; today.  It was a long drive, and I'm grateful that my mom came with me for the ride with Brandon.  We got there 45 minutes early, so we chatted and read.  I do have to say that Brandon did awesome, he was so well behaved.  They brought us into a room and the physicians assistant, Troy, asked us a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bazillion&lt;/span&gt; questions about both mine and his father's side of the family.  My mom was there to help with my side of the family, I don't know very much about his father's side, and don't care to.  I really wish his DNA wasn't involved with Brandon.  Brandon can have my DNA, it works just fine.  After the assistant asked us every question under the sun. we met with the doctor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; was really nice, she measured his nose, eyes, ears, fingers and cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lait&lt;/span&gt; spots.  She said we would monitor his condition, that he does have characteristics of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neurofibromatosis&lt;/span&gt; and it would likely explain his learning problems and behaviors.  She wants me to take him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; every three months to monitor his blood pressure and spine for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scoliosis&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom brought up his leg pains, and the doctor suggested we take him to an orthopedic specialist for that.  I still have to take him to the neurologist!  So many doctors, so little PTO left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2554285802091662663?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2554285802091662663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2554285802091662663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2554285802091662663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2554285802091662663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/genetics-today.html' title='Genetics today!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1918391546656203823</id><published>2008-10-19T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:00:49.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday recaped</title><content type='html'>Thursday I worked. I got home from work, got prettied up had Rick drop me and my cousin Amanda (from Ohio) off at Coyotes and we drank beer, played pool and danced with my cousin Amber. Rick picked our drunk butts off. We dropped Amanda off, and went home. When we got home, Brandon started screaming his mouth hurt. And he didn't stop, at all, all night. I did not sleep. Finally I took him to the ER Friday morning, they looked in his mouth and told me to take him to a dentist and give him Motrin. Duh. I called the dentist and she wasn't in on Friday, the office staff called her, and they called me back. They called in anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biotics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and told me to give him Motrin. I went home, went to sleep for an hour, woke up cleaned, cooked, and walked around in a sleepless fog getting ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; party. Everyone showed up at 6pm. We ate spaghetti, cake, opened presents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got over $100 b-day money, two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; games, a craft kit, and a goody bag of misc. 11 year old stuff. The people left, I went to bed at 8:40 a slept like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rock.  Saturday morning we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; soccer game.  She did good, she really tried and it was a good game.  They won 3-0 and are undefeated!!  After soccer we went to Sam's Club to pick up the deli trays, rolls, and veggies.  Then we came home and got ready for the memorial service.  I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; with me to my moms and Brandon stayed home with Rick while I got my moms house ready for company.  We went to the church for the service and it was set up beautifully, my mother sung a hymn and the pastor read a poem my mom wrote.  I don't think there was a dry eye in the house.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; after the service I rushed back to my moms to put the food out and light all the candles.  Everything was beautiful.  We had a prayer circle and ate, drank and had a good time thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt;.  As the night went on people got drunker and drunker.  I had to do three beer runs since I wasn't drinking.  My mother got bombed they went through 1 box, 2 large and one small bottle of wine.  Everyone left at about 1am.  I put my drunk mother to bed after washing her face, putting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on, giving her a barf bucket and washcloth.   Sunday was nice, I had my bible study in the morning, took the kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; could spend her birthday money.  She bought a MP3 player and a voice activated journal and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; game.  Brandon got a transformer.  I picked up the house when we got home, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; dad Jim and step mom Jess came for dinner to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  We had a really nice time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1918391546656203823?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1918391546656203823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1918391546656203823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1918391546656203823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1918391546656203823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-friday-saturday-and-sunday.html' title='Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday recaped'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3676260668188273262</id><published>2008-10-15T20:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:38:52.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A mixed day</title><content type='html'>Today was a weird one of sorts.  I had today off.  Brandon had his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MRI&lt;/span&gt; done of his orbits, which he slept through also.  Rick drove him to school.  I came home and gutted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; room for company that will be coming.  By the time I was finished with her room, my mom called and was ready to go to Sam's Club shopping.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sam's&lt;/span&gt;, got what we needed, ordered deli meat trays and left.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;.  I dropped her off and left to pick up Brandon from school.  I took him to his OT appointment which was pretty cool.  She gave me a sensory diet, taught me how to brush him, and do joint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;compressions&lt;/span&gt;.  We stopped at The Dollar Tree so Brandon could pick out a birthday present for his sister, and headed home.  I picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; and went to my moms to visit with my Aunt Jenny and cousin Amanda.  We came home and did our home stuff.  One of my best friends called and told me she was diagnosed with breast cancer.  That really sucks, she's like another mother to me, and a grandmother to my kids.  I want to ask God, "why her?", but I know I can't have the answer to that question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3676260668188273262?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3676260668188273262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3676260668188273262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3676260668188273262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3676260668188273262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/mixed-day.html' title='A mixed day'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3054157689795058145</id><published>2008-10-14T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:16:41.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People Suck</title><content type='html'>I've decided that sometimes people suck.   You all know that my grandmother died, and that I've taken 3 days bereavement (which is outlined in our company manual-3 days paid bereavement for immediate family)  well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; certain people, mainly person, feels that is inappropriate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it interferes with their time off.  I'm not saying that that person does not deserve their time off, they do, just as I am to my 3 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bereavement&lt;/span&gt;.  What I am saying is you should not hold it against me, or ignore, or treat me any differently.  Agree?  Well you should, it makes sense.  I don't think I should feel guilty, and I do.  I feel like I'm letting my team down, as they are making me feel that way with their comments.  Only Janice and Casey are making me feel alright about it, which I'm grateful for, otherwise today would have been unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Brandon is on his new meds and I can't wait for it to build up in his system.  Hopefully we will see some benefits VERY soon.  Him without Risperdal is not a pretty picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have off.  At 8 Brandon has his MRI of his eyes, then Rick will take him to school since he works in Venice tomorrow.  Then I pick up my mom and we go shopping for the reception, then I go home and clean until Brandon gets out of school.  I will pick him up tomorrow and take him to the Florida Center to get some OT tips from Claire.  I hope I will get most of the house deep cleaned for company.  I can't even take a day off without trying to stuff as many things into as I can.  What is wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3054157689795058145?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3054157689795058145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3054157689795058145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3054157689795058145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3054157689795058145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-suck.html' title='People Suck'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-753173529083489954</id><published>2008-10-12T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:32:49.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Sunday..</title><content type='html'>Sunday I didn't get to sleep in.  The door bell woke  me up, it was Brandon's friends mom pickup up her son, at 8:30.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; nice thing about getting woken up with goo still in my eyes, having Don King hair, is she offered to take Brandon for a few hours.  I decided to run errands, since I have been on a mad search for peach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tablecloths&lt;/span&gt;, plates, cups, and napkins.  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;world &lt;/span&gt;isn't ready for peach tableware.  First I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, if they don't have it, you don't need it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;?  Well they didn't have them, and after speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; my mother, we do in fact HAVE to have peach.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; Dollar General, Dollar Tree, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LTM&lt;/span&gt; Party Supply.  No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; peach.  I did by other stuff I needed and it was really nice to go shopping all by myself.  After my useless errand running I stopped at the pharmacy to fight with them about Brandon's medicine, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I normally have to do with a new script.  Well, wouldn't ya know, there were rainbows and unicorns at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; today.  They filled his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;, billed his new insurance, and that was it.  Is was so easy!  I was so used to fighting insurance companies and pharmacies and calling doctor's offices to get this kid his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, and now I don't have to.  What will I do with all my free time now?  This is all because he's got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SSI&lt;/span&gt; disability and medicaid.  I picked Brandon up at his friends house, brought him home.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; laid on the floor, covering himself up with a blanket and fell asleep for 2 1/2 hours.  I guess he was tired!  While he was sleeping I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; on line to look for peach tableware, and found them on a site, of course I had to pay for express shipping.  That is now done, I just pray they get here on time.  I took a nap, made dinner, went to my moms house to put sheets on the beds, and talked to my dad in New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;York&lt;/span&gt; on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different subject, a friend of mine who got me  blogging by reading her blog, is having a hard time with life.  Her daughter is sick and she left her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nutbag&lt;/span&gt; husband.  I left a comment on her other blog about what I thought and hopefully she will take it to heart.  I told her before to leave him.  He's not right in the head.  So I wish her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;, courage, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;stability&lt;/span&gt; in her upcoming battle with life and the bullshit it can provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-753173529083489954?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/753173529083489954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=753173529083489954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/753173529083489954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/753173529083489954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday, Sunday..'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3765089866628069746</id><published>2008-10-11T17:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:58:45.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; had a friend spend the night.  We went to Perkins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; kids eat free :0) and I wanted to go out to eat.  We got a bonus at work in celebration of customer service week.  Works for me!  They did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of cute things at work this past week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; morning the told us to wear team jerseys and had a continental breakfast for us all.  On our desks were coffee mugs and nice sayings.  Tuesday we had buttons and trail mix.  Wednesday candy, noise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;putty&lt;/span&gt;, and a pen.  Thursday we had a stress ball which was pretty cool.  Friday they had the closing ceremony which they announced the winners of the contests they had throughout the week.  At the very end we told we got bonus checks.  Saturday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; had her soccer game which her friend came with us, afterwards we went to the Dollar Tree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; they each got to spend five bucks on what ever they wanted.  Oh yeah, the Killer Bees won 3-2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; needs to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; harder to play soccer and not be scared of the ball.  Her friends mom picked her up this afternoon and Brandon's friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt; came over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; his mother for dinner, he ended up spending the night.  Now they are watching Madagascar playing super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow we will see.  I think I will try to go out alone to Walmart and the Dollar General, maybe LTM Party supply to get things we need for the memorial service.  I'm suppose to get peach tableclothes, plates, cups, napkins, find the instrumental Titanic soundtrack. and make a liliac and ivy memorial wreath.  I also need to go to my moms and get the sheets in the house, bring them home, wash, dry, and make the beds.  I really want to get some housework done, although I got a good amount done today.  I cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor, did laundry, changed the cat litter, and did dishes.  I'm really tired of my house being in the shape it's in.  It's dirty, cluttered, and unorganized, plus stuff needs to be fixed.  I work everyday and am torn between homework, dinner, baths, soccer practice, laundry, kids, and trying to make everything work, I just can't seem to make the Martha Stewart thing work for me.  Damn that bitch for setting womens standards so high, who can compete with that!       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3765089866628069746?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3765089866628069746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3765089866628069746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3765089866628069746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3765089866628069746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-night-kaylin-had-friend-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-300876860632984025</id><published>2008-10-09T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:39:54.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings and such</title><content type='html'>Well, my grandmother passed away after a painful battle with cancer.  It started a couple years ago.  They discovered she has uterine, ovarian, cervical, and vulva cancer.  All you women out there, or those of you who know women if your men--Get a fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;papsmere&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insurance&lt;/span&gt;?  Go to the health department and they will put you on a sliding scale.  It's not that hard and should be a priority.  Sorry about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, need to be said though.  Back to my ramblings...  She had to have everything  taken out and reconstructed so she could pee again.  A very painful recovery, but she got through it.  My mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; and cared for her surgical sights (she has been an RN for over 25 years) and when all was well, came back home.  Well the cancer came back, in her lymph nodes, and lungs, and everywhere, and she got a blood clot.  It was inoperable and chemo may have helped drain her lymph nodes to bring down her leg so the clot could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dissolve&lt;/span&gt;.  She said no, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; in her bed awaiting death.  It did not come right away, she held on for most of this year, slowly getting worse.  Then my aunt Jenny called and said she was getting close and my mom flew to Tennessee.  She got to care for her in her final days, and give Aunt Jenny some much needed respite.  She was there when she passed.  Grandma was cremated and returned to my mom and Aunt Jenny today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;They a&lt;/span&gt;re all going to drive down here and have a memorial service with a reception following the church memorial at my moms.  I am taking 3 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bereavement&lt;/span&gt; from my job.  I'll take Wednesday the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Friday the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (also baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;squirrel's&lt;/span&gt; birthday) and Monday the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  My team leader was not so nice about it, but I am entitled and have the right to be with my family during this trying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took Brandon to his monthly doctor Hubbard appointment.  She is so proud of his progress and now that he has straight medicaid she thinks they will cover the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt; so we are going to take him of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Risperdal&lt;/span&gt;.  He gained 13 pounds in a little more than 3 months.   We all agreed that the benefits of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Risperdal&lt;/span&gt; were to great to take him off of, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Staywell&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't cover the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Invega&lt;/span&gt; is in the same family, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; the side effect of weight gain.  He also won't have to take it several times a day, only once since it is long lasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no remedy for love but to love more.&lt;br /&gt;Henry David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Thoureau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1817-1862          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask if anyone is reading this, if they could please leave a comment or suggestion so I know that I am not as alone as I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-300876860632984025?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/300876860632984025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=300876860632984025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/300876860632984025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/300876860632984025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramblings-and-such.html' title='Ramblings and such'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6414306296349871028</id><published>2008-10-07T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:33:33.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling in the blanks, and some sad news</title><content type='html'>We went to Rick's friend Frank's house Friday night, we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of fun, ate some hot dogs, kids swam and played and we headed home.  Brandon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; were awesome.  Saturday morning was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; first soccer game.  Her dad came and cheered her on.  She did pretty good, but held back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;.  I think she was worried about how she looked and worried about messing up.  I told her I'd rather see her try and mess up, than not try at all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of fear.  She was crying when we left the parking lot, I let her go to her dad for comfort, I figured it was important for him to nurture that side of things.  He bought her a ball this weekend, so she can practice.  Her dad game me all call later and asked me if it was okay if she went in his friends little airplane, I told him I trust his judgement and it was fine with me.  After the soccer game Brandon and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, gas station, bank, and pet store.   When we came home I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; down and took a nap, when I woke up I got ready for Heather's house warming party and Rick dropped me off.  I had a nice time at the housewarming. One of the girls I work with made a total ass out of herself and has been very quiet at work.  Sunday Brandon, Rick and I went fishing.  We caught 3 keeper snappers and a bunch of little snappers.  Pat and Tori came over for dinner and I didn't feel good so I vegged out.  We had deer ribs, chicken, steak, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; gratin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; green beans.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; came home from her dads in time for dinner and we had quite an uneventful evening.  After company left I passed out, dead tired.  Monday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; had soccer practice, in the pouring rain.  Brandon had quite a rough evening, trying his hardest to drive me bonkers, so I asked Rick to stay with him while I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; to practice.  I very much needed a break.  I grabbed a pink chair, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; umbrella, and a book, found myself a place to plop and read while she practiced.  I zoned out into the land of Narnia, since that is what I am reading this week.  The first thing the coach said was for them to sit in the mud and get it over with, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they were gonna get muddy and filthy.  This coach is really awesome, he really pushed them, and builds them up at the same time.  After practice we stopped at the 7-eleven and got milk and drinks.  Got home by 8:15, put Brandon to bed and relaxed.  I fell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; pretty early, I guess I'm kinda whooped.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; phone woke me up at 12:11 am.  It was my mom, sobbing, crying, my grandmother had just died.  She did not go peacefully, she went with much struggle and suffering.  I'm sorry she had to go through all that, and sorry that my mom had to see all her pain.  It sucks, but she's not suffering anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6414306296349871028?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6414306296349871028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6414306296349871028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6414306296349871028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6414306296349871028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/filling-in-blanks-and-some-sad-news.html' title='Filling in the blanks, and some sad news'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5832203162889053058</id><published>2008-10-03T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:36:24.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pediatrician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><title type='text'>Oh the mail!</title><content type='html'>On my way home from work everyday I pull up real close to the mailbox, roll down my window, and grab the mail.  So that's what I did today.  Yesterday was a good mail day, my dad sent me a little something in the mail, which will help with the electric bill.  Today was a mixed bag, two mysterious envelopes, one from the pediatrician, and some other stuff I don't remember now.  The two mysterious envelopes were from the US Treasury.  Brandon had received his first disability check, and his check that back paid him to when I first applied.  Very nice surprise.  I didn't think he would receive anything for at least another month, he just got approved last Friday.  The envelope from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; was another story, it was another test order.  This time for an MRI of his eye orbits.  Her notes said iris cysts, optical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gioma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fibroids&lt;/span&gt;.  No note explaining, nothing for me to call the office and schedule an appointment, no voice mail or messages on the home phone.  The doctor didn't call me and tell me why he needed that test, or what, if anything came up on him last MRI.  It did say iris cysts which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mean's&lt;/span&gt; she has talked with the eye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;speciali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; we saw on Tuesday.  So something is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;going &lt;/span&gt;on behind the scenes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news;&lt;br /&gt;1  I talked to my mom and my grandma is doing really poorly&lt;br /&gt;2  Work was BUSY&lt;br /&gt;3  We went to Rick's friend Franks house&lt;br /&gt;4  Tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; first soccer game&lt;br /&gt;5  Tomorrow is Heather's house warming party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5832203162889053058?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5832203162889053058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5832203162889053058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5832203162889053058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5832203162889053058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-mail.html' title='Oh the mail!'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5579748851908863475</id><published>2008-10-02T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:55:35.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon&apos;s new glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my grandmother'/><title type='text'>Wednesday and Thursday</title><content type='html'>Tuesday the baby sitter called and said her mother in law totalled her car and she wouldn't be able to watch Brandon for most of the week.  Normally this would be fine, as my mother can usually help in a pinch.  Well, my mother was in her own little world, her mother, my grandmother, who is terminally ill with cancer, is in the last stages of her life.  So obviously my mom's mind was elsewhere.  She booked a plane ticket to Tennessee for Thursday (today) and tied up as many loose ends as possible here in Florida.  Even though she was going through all this emotional turmoil, she DID watch him Tuesday and Wednesday.  I asked one of my best friends if she would be able to sit with him Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, I told her I would pay her what I pay the babysitter, plus mileage.  She told me should would think about it and let me know.  I sent her a text message Wednesday asking her if she had thought about it.....no response.  I sent her a text this afternoon, asking her if she way okay, she responded that she was fine, then I asked her if she could help with the kids today, she said no, the baby didn't sleep very well last night.  So I was up the creek, again, and as usual, without a paddle.  If you don't know me, I'll tell you this, Thursday's are the very worst, awfullest days for me to leave early.  This Thursday was even worse, because one of the senior processors was out on vacation, which left me, the other senior processor, and our team leader with 4 other less seasoned processors.  Out of desperation I called Bob, he's my step dad.  He said he would do it!  I was surprised, he's never watched the kids before.  Once he picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; from a girl scout field trip, but that was about the extent of his interaction with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  He loves them, and sometimes even likes them but today was a new thing for us, and I do have to say I think he enjoyed himself. Brandon was an angel, of course.....  Once I got home and changed out of my monkey suit, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to pick up Brandon's new glasses.  He looks totally awesome, smart, and I don't know if I'll ever be used to him in glasses!  I also got their Halloween costumes and some other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; type stuff (groceries, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt;, bubble bath, etc.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5579748851908863475?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5579748851908863475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5579748851908863475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5579748851908863475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5579748851908863475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-and-thursday.html' title='Wednesday and Thursday'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2043754180580360156</id><published>2008-09-30T15:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:03:47.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><title type='text'>MRI cuteness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Brandon had his MRI. We woke up at our normal time and went to the hospital. On the way I slipped him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Valium&lt;/span&gt; and we registered for out-patient testing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;. They brought him to the MRI room and explained to him what was going to happen. They gave both of us ear plugs and put him in the machine. The wedged his head still and put a big helmet on. The moved him into the big machine and started the test. That boy was asleep in 5 minutes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; less. I couldn't believe he feel asleep with all that noise, it was like a jack hammer! After the MRI, we had to wake him up. They technician asked him if he wanted to see a picture of his brain. He checked it out, thought it was really cool and told the tech that it sure looked like a smart brain, and it was pretty huge. She got a chuckle out of that. He then asked her if her printer worked, because his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mamma's&lt;/span&gt; printer didn't work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; told him that it did work, so he asked her to print him a copy because his sister said he didn't have a brain. They printed out a picture for him, I thought it would be piece of paper photocopy type things, but it was a full x-ray paper thing. I was quite impressed, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; so were the techs (with Brandon). After the MRI we had breakfast with Fran, I wanted to thank her for all her help. That little boy was hungry, but so was his momma. We said goodbye to Fran and went to check out the Halloween store since we had time between appointments. He picked out what he wanted to be for Halloween, so now I can go back and buy it when I have the money. After our window shopping we went to Brandon's eye specialist appointment. She was really, really nice. Brandon needed glasses and we found out he has a congenital eye defect with causes cysts on his pupils that keep his eyes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dilating&lt;/span&gt;. We were finally finished with our appointments so I took him for a Frosty at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/span&gt; before dropping him off at Fran's. I got to work at about 12:30 and squished a whole day into a half, but that's to my team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; got done. I picked Brandon up at Frans, took him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to pick out his glasses, we got two pairs. He IS a 7 year old boy. We ran through the drive through for dinner, went home, feed everyone real quick, got back in the car, sped off to soccer, left there at 8, stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Walgreen's&lt;/span&gt; and got toilet paper and picked up prescriptions. Talk about a busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2043754180580360156?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2043754180580360156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2043754180580360156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2043754180580360156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2043754180580360156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mri-cuteness.html' title='MRI cuteness'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-9027510490032120289</id><published>2008-09-27T18:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:08:03.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSI'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday I went to the dentist, AGAIN. This time I got five filings in my front teeth. I just have to go back and get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; crown and I'm done for the year. Next year I can get another root canal and some more filings. My dental benefits only cover so much a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been quite pleasant. I got to sleep in until 10, which is a rare treat. I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her soccer pictures, came home. We started a puzzle last night, the kids and I and actually finished it today, it was one of those 550 piece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jobbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They have been bickering all day, but are actually playing nicely, although loudly. I talked to my dad on the phone which was nice. He lives in New York and I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Brandon goes for his MRI and sees the eye specialist. I also got a call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saying he was approved and will get full medicaid and $247 a month in benefits. He has a genetics appointment on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SunSplash&lt;/span&gt;. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-9027510490032120289?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9027510490032120289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=9027510490032120289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9027510490032120289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/9027510490032120289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-has-been-quite-pleasant.html' title=''/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-5636874403117922450</id><published>2008-09-25T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:32:57.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candling'/><title type='text'>Ear wax maddness</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm lame.  We spent the nite doing ear candling.  It was actually fun.  We are having a contest to see who's ear wax is the nastiest.  I actually took the time to post pictures on myspace to have people vote on.  I think I better up my meds. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-5636874403117922450?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5636874403117922450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=5636874403117922450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5636874403117922450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/5636874403117922450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/ear-wax-maddness.html' title='Ear wax maddness'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-6933002830807634736</id><published>2008-09-24T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:19:25.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>It's Wednesday!  Whoo hoo..</title><content type='html'>I'm back to work after a day and half reprieve.  I'm still stuffy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boogery&lt;/span&gt;.  Rick is home with Brandon, he took the day off to stay home with him so I could work today.  I was really surprised when he offered, it's kinda out of character for him.  He really has been more involved with us, which is nice.  It was a concern of mine for a long time, it was us and him, now it's a little more like all of us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; has been awesome, she sat and did her make up work last night from when she missed school.  I wonder if she feels more "mature" now, I don't know, but I'll take it while it comes.  We cancelled the team meeting last night, since we were all sick.  I didn't think it was nice to share with everyone what we've got.  Hopefully by Friday we will all be humans again and Sunday we can go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunsplash&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to share this blog with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; friends, I posted it on my bulletin asking if anyone was interested in reading it.  I'm a little nervous about it, people will see how boring my life really is, and I don't want to hold anything back because I'm worried about who will see it.  So I won't.  If they don't like it, they don't have to read it, ya know.  It's my way of venting and looking back to see what progress or how my feelings have changed.  It's my therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-6933002830807634736?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6933002830807634736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=6933002830807634736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6933002830807634736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/6933002830807634736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-wednesday-whoo-hoo.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday!  Whoo hoo..'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-185333064880855132</id><published>2008-09-23T19:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:09:19.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shell Factory'/><title type='text'>Well, it's been a week</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I've blogged. We are all sick. Runny nose, coughing, stuffy, fever, body aches sick. All of us. Rick started it, it's all his fault. Friday we were suppose to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunsplash&lt;/span&gt;, but who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; thunk it's closed on Fridays. We went to Peace River Wildlife Center, it was nice to see the birds they took care of. Then we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shell&lt;/span&gt; Factory and played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; golf and the kids did bumper boats. Friday when we got home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; started her first period. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;..don't tell anyone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; was horrified, I knew it was coming. She acted like she was the only chick in the world that it ever happened too. Saturday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; we were all bed ridden. Rick went to help his dad and brother put floors down in the post office. Monday Rick stayed home with Brandon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; missed the bus, Rick drove her to school. Then she called and said her ear hurt and she had cramps, Rick picked her up again. I called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to see her, so I left work, which I was more than happy to since I felt like poop, took her to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; also took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; with me since he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pathetically&lt;/span&gt; sick as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; ear was a mess, and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; see Brandon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they couldn't fit him in, but they would see him Tuesday (today). I took off work today and took him to the doctor, he has bronchitis, no school tomorrow. Rick is taking tomorrow off so I can go back to work tomorrow. That was my week. I'm starting to feel a little better, so is Rick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;, now Brandon is the worst of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-185333064880855132?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/185333064880855132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=185333064880855132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/185333064880855132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/185333064880855132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-been-week.html' title='Well, it&apos;s been a week'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-2204071457404458318</id><published>2008-09-17T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:56:38.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy Tuesday, and my weird Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I took the day off for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bajillion&lt;/span&gt; appointments, well three if you want specifics. It started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; waking me up that her ear hurt real bad. Rewind to July and you'll read she had double swimmers ear.   Brandon had his appointment for his 7 year physical, so I drug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; along with me.  The first stop of the day was to good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt;, to get my name changed on my drivers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt;.  Believe it or not I was in and out in 10 minutes!  Then we were at Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anurumo's&lt;/span&gt; for our 9:30 appointment.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; had the starting of swimmers ear, AGAIN, she was all filled up with snot and fluids.  She left with decongestants, ear drops and nose spray.  Brandon was overall healthy, and he was complying with the doctor.  This is a good thing considering the first time he met her, he hid under the exam table kicking her and screaming.  She was checking him out and noticed his birthmarks, I've always called them his angel kisses.  He had some new ones I don't remember always seeing, but thought nothing of it.  She said they were called cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lait's&lt;/span&gt; and 1-2 is normal, anything over 5 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fibroneuromatosis&lt;/span&gt;, he has 10.  I have to take him for an MRI, to a genetics doctor, and neurologist and get some expensive blood test done.  Of course I googled it the minute I finally got home, and this in not a good thing to have.  I will not freak out until I'm told too.  Well, not all the way freak out anyway..  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; was followed by Brandon's dentist in Venice for a filling.  We made it with a few minutes to spare.  He sat in the big chair and stated to whine that he was scared.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; dentist then told me to reschedule.  We were there for not even 5 minutes.  That pissed me off a bit, especially since she is a pediatric dentist.  Back to town we went, stopped at Burger King for lunch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for gas, then to Tire Kingdom to get my oil changed.  That took awhile, Fran met me there and took the kids.  I went to my dentist appointment at 3, was late, got my temporary crown, picked up the kids and headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-2204071457404458318?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2204071457404458318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=2204071457404458318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2204071457404458318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/2204071457404458318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-busy-tuesday-and-my-weird-wednesday.html' title='My busy Tuesday, and my weird Wednesday'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7532719864031878721</id><published>2008-09-17T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:20:44.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurofibromatosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neurofibromatosis&lt;/span&gt;.  This is the new word in my house.  This is the word that hangs over us all like a cloud, a cloud of uncertainty.  Cafe Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lait&lt;/span&gt;, sounds like a delicious coffee beverage, nope wrong about that one.  Brandon's angel kisses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; angel kisses after all.  Now we begin the gauntlet through specialists, and doctors, and tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7532719864031878721?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7532719864031878721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7532719864031878721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7532719864031878721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7532719864031878721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/neurofibromatosis.html' title='Neurofibromatosis'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-4404834802988479196</id><published>2008-09-15T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:04:56.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Saturday, Sunday and some blabbering</title><content type='html'>Friday we ordered pizza, nothing exciting there.  Brandon made it to gold level in school.  His levels are silver, bronze, gold.  He's worked really hard for it, he wants to go back to Toledo Blade instead of being at his special school.  It's a goal he is working towards, and I think he will be back at him school for 3rd grade.  I am so proud of how he is excelling in school, I didn't think it would be possible for quite a long time.  He's made so much progress.  Sometimes it's hard to see how far he has come when you live in it everyday.  Once in awhile you can sit back and see the change, you think back to how things were, and how things are now.  Maybe it's us that have changed, maybe we understand things more in depth, and know Brandon better than we did before.  I'm not sure which it is, but I am grateful for the progress on all of our parts.   We really have grown as a family unit.  Sure, I have some complaints, or maybe I should re-word that, not complaints but small issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was relaxing.  I washed laundry and did some Craig's List posting to sell a dog kennel, a frog, and a toddler car bed.  I emailed pictures to a friend.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, cooked dinner and watched a movie on Disney.  It seems like I should have gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; more done, but it went by really quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Rick stayed home with the kids and I went to the dog track with my friend Fran and her daughter Bonnie.  It was fun, I really would like to adopt a retired greyhound, what beautiful animals they are.  I only lost 18 bucks, but didn't have to buy lunch, so I broke even in that sense.  The whole time I kept thinking about how nice it would be to be there with Rick and the kids, I think, no, I know that they would really like it.  They had 3 levels the bottom one there were families and it was closest to the dogs.  Maybe I can get Rick and the kids to come and he'll want to adopt too.  Sadie would have someone to run with, Brody would get a break, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt; would shut up about wanting another dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I took the day off from work.  At 9:30 Brandon goes to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; for his physical, 11:15 he gets a filing at the dentist, 3 pm I get 5 fillings.  Might as well bang out all my appointments in one day.  Then I'll take some time for Brandon to go to the pediatric eye specialist, for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt;/psych &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eval&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt;.  I took Friday off too.  We are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SunSplash&lt;/span&gt; we our rain check tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-4404834802988479196?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4404834802988479196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=4404834802988479196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/4404834802988479196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/4404834802988479196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-saturday-sunday-and-some.html' title='Friday, Saturday, Sunday and some blabbering'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-8412454883636870518</id><published>2008-09-11T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:12:42.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriots Day.</title><content type='html'>Today is Patriots Day.  Where were you, and what were you doing when the September 11th attacks took place?  What are your thoughts?  Did you know anyone that died that day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-8412454883636870518?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8412454883636870518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=8412454883636870518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8412454883636870518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/8412454883636870518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/patriots-day.html' title='Patriots Day.'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-7426209070008278880</id><published>2008-09-09T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:00:33.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on Friday I went to a party a girl at work was having.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of fun and I took a lot of blackmail pictures.  It was really nice to get out of the house and just hang out with "the girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Carrie Phelps came for Brandon's appointment.  It went pretty good.  She's now going to see him every two weeks.  I went grocery shopping.  Saturday evening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylin's&lt;/span&gt; dad picked her up.  Rick, Brandon and I went to a sunset wedding at the beach.  I could hear the banjos playing in the background. It was redneck.  I never met the bride or the groom.  She was pregnant, this was his 3rd marriage.  He has children from his previous marriages that he refuses to pay child support on.  Oh, yeah, he has no teeth either.  She was rude, any attempt anyone made to speak with her, she just walked away, never responding to us.   We had fun anyway, when Rick's family gets together the fun makes it self.  Rick did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; with his dad, Maureen did it with Tony, Rick's dad kept doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; and dancing.  It was a lot of fun.  Brandon swam in the pool and did awesome the whole night.  We came home after 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Rick's birthday.  He slept in late, woke up, fell asleep.  I made him a carrot cake.  I mopped the floors and ordered Chinese food.  Yep, we are party animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-7426209070008278880?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7426209070008278880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=7426209070008278880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7426209070008278880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/7426209070008278880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-saturday-and-sunday-in-nutshell.html' title='Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in a nutshell'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1845674950201656650</id><published>2008-09-04T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:02:41.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Argghh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argghh&lt;/span&gt;.... Brandon is driving me crazy!  He has been whining, crying, screaming, and being disagreeable since I walked in the door.  I came home from work and he screamed in his room&lt;br /&gt;for half an hour that he wanted his momma to come home.  He was stuck in that mode.  It was like that for most of the evening.  He would say to us, "why do you hate me?"  "Do you want me to move out?" and my favorite, "If you don't get me a drink right now, I'm going to die, do you want me to die??".  Right now he has calmed himself down, and Rick is helping him with homework.  I am really tired, I just want to go to bed, but there is so much to do around here and no end in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought a ma bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one superstition.  I touch all the bases when I  hit a home run.&lt;br /&gt;Babe Ruth 1895-1948&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1845674950201656650?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1845674950201656650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1845674950201656650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1845674950201656650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1845674950201656650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/argghh.html' title='Argghh...'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3129090193952848977</id><published>2008-09-03T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:24:50.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night when I came home from work, ready for Brandon's freaking out about the germs.  Mentally trying to think of where I put the Lysol, he was asleep.  Out like a light.  I let him sleep for maybe an hour and then tried to wake him up, he was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.  He DID NOT want to get up.  If I let him sleep he would have started his day at 3 o'clock and would fall asleep early.  I drew him a hot bath and woke him up enough to put him in it, that did the trick.  He ate dinner and took his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, had some snuggles, brushed his teeth, watched a little TV and went to bed at a decent hour.  He woke up with only a little resistance today, he was upset because he wanted Rick to go to the school and have lunch with him.  Rick couldn't, I couldn't, we both felt bad, but I just can't, and Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have a scheduled lunch time.  He was upset about getting on the bus, but did.  He's such an odd little bird sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up&lt;br /&gt;--Chinese Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3129090193952848977?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3129090193952848977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3129090193952848977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3129090193952848977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3129090193952848977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-night-when-i-came-home-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-1438590822710027662</id><published>2008-09-02T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:47:59.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Labor Free Labor day</title><content type='html'>It was a labor free labor day. We lounged the morning part of the day. Brandon got his freak out on. It hasn't been often that we have been seeing this kind of behavior, so when he shows it we actually have the energy to deal with it. I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go into her room and lock the door so he wouldn't hurt her. We talked to him, but he was past that. He started screaming and swearing, throwing things, hitting and biting. I'm still trying to figure out the trigger on this one. Our goal with therapy has been to catch him before he escalates and redirect him. Most of the time, that works, you have a very small window to redirect behavior before he gets "stuck" and there is no reasoning, no talking to him. Brandon is no longer there. He repeats the same thing over and over, sometimes longer than 45 minutes. Then he cries for another half hour, then, if we are lucky, he falls asleep and wakes up a new boy. If he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; fall asleep, he will cycle through and be kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and insecure, then there is Brandon, back like he was never gone. We got past that melt down and putted around for most of the day. We wanted to go to the beach, since it has been raining all weekend. We called Pat and Tori to see what they were doing and they were already on their way to the beach. We started to make lunch so we could meet up with them, I told Brandon his lunch was ready and he was asleep on the couch, out cold. I let him sleep while I packed up the beach stuff.  Tori called and told me all the beaches were a mess because of hurricane Gustav and the only people at the beach were surfers and it was all churned up and nasty.  We ended up meeting them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt;, at our sweet little fishing spot.  It has shaded, tree covered areas.  We relaxed and chit chatted while the boys waded out in the muck and fished.  Tori wanted to go out to dinner, since it was her birthday.  She wanted to know if we wanted to come.  I told her as long as it isn't too late or expensive.  We ended up going to the Lock and Key on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manasota&lt;/span&gt; Beach.  We got there after 9.  Everything on the menu was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; priced.  Dinners were over 18 bucks.  Rick, the kids, and I shared appetizers.  Tori and Pat ordered big old giant dinners, with appetizers, drinks, and dessert.  We got home at 10:30, which was too late for a school night.  Brandon woke up being an asshole.  I say that because I mean it.  He was truly an asshole.  I barely got him dressed before the bus came.  He called me a bitch and punched me in the face.  It was a lovely morning (comment dripping with sarcasm). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did have a good day at school today.  He got a 96% on his point sheet.  He called me when he got home.  He was really upset that the babysitter brought her kids today.  He was freaking out about there germs all over the place.  I told if that mommy wouldn't let the germs hurt him and would make them go away when she got home with her magic spray.  This actually seemed to help and he said he would be nice to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-1438590822710027662?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1438590822710027662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=1438590822710027662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1438590822710027662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/1438590822710027662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-free-labor-day.html' title='A Labor Free Labor day'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798944464832001221.post-3413908799265343073</id><published>2008-08-31T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:10:10.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day</title><content type='html'>It was a lazy day today.  I loafed around, folding laundry, napping, chatting on the phone.  Ya, know, a lazy day.  I got out of my pj's around 4 o'clock and took a shower.  We made a nice dinner and relaxed with my kiddos watching Herbie.  I enjoyed watching Lifetime movies about amnesia and love.  The laundry got folded AND put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In science the credit goes to the man who convinces the world, not the man to whom the idea first occurs.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Francis Darwin&lt;br /&gt;1848-1925&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798944464832001221-3413908799265343073?l=earthtobrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3413908799265343073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798944464832001221&amp;postID=3413908799265343073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3413908799265343073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798944464832001221/posts/default/3413908799265343073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthtobrandon.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-day.html' title='lazy day'/><author><name>luvmycrazyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002123901097306237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-jC1O6ccec/SQDxYGP3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABA/GibIFMaLzCI/S220/DSC00561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
