<?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-1352342632236629246</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:08:14.203-06:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='welcome to meeee'/><category term='Pride'/><category term='contract'/><category term='funny stuff'/><category term='food issues'/><category term='TBL'/><category term='gma'/><category term='lilbitcrazy.'/><category term='new mom stuff crazies'/><category term='Foster/Adoption'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='game plan'/><category term='Funeral Home'/><category term='f'/><category term='big changes'/><category term='work'/><category term='domestic partnership'/><category term='5K'/><category term='LH Surge'/><title type='text'>Me and She</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1425851863871215742</id><published>2011-09-27T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:31:17.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>decision made.</title><content type='html'>I will be moving to another blog. I don't want the memories that I have written here to be forgotten.. I just want to move along. I have had many "blogs" in the past. All different parts of my life. On &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blurty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt; and here. I have met great friends from all of them. Literally. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blurty&lt;/span&gt; brought me my Anne... and a few more, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt; brought me my friend Johnny and others.. and Blogger has brought me all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages are being turned and new chapters are beginning...documenting change (but mostly my boring life) has always been something I have enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be thinking of a name today and doing some set up. If you are interested in getting the new address, just email me at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ihaverightstoo&lt;/span&gt; at yahoo dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you follow as I have LOVED reading all of your comments... and all of the support you have given me has not gone unnoticed. You have all touched my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1425851863871215742?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1425851863871215742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1425851863871215742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1425851863871215742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1425851863871215742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/decision-made.html' title='decision made.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3234720447111979054</id><published>2011-09-21T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:05:13.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoo-ha and tv</title><content type='html'>I am home quickly before I go get something cut out from the inside of me in the hoo-ha regions...and I insisted on coming home for a shower first...I guess it is kind of the same reason you brush your teeth before going to the dentist. I  hope this doctor doesn't tell me to floss more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my friend brought me over a digital converter box so that I can watch tv. Bless her heart. I still won't get cable..I just don't want to spend money on that...but this will subside the shakes for  a little while. Have I ever mentioned to you how much I love tv? If I had Internet it wouldn't even be SO bad...but scratch idea. I like putting money in my savings too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should move on..I am simply trying to avoid the stirrups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3234720447111979054?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3234720447111979054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3234720447111979054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3234720447111979054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3234720447111979054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoo-ha-and-tv.html' title='Hoo-ha and tv'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-505197839917428447</id><published>2011-09-14T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:43:25.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>free wifi</title><content type='html'>I am on jury duty today and (God willing) tomorrow, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free wifi, comfy chairs, cable tv, I am in jury duty heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I REALLY don't want to change blogs and start a new one. I love my story... and think that it is an important part of who I am.. but is there a way to change the name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clueless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should research it, but now that I have a full computer screen in front of me instead of my phone.. I really feel like catching up with all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-505197839917428447?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/505197839917428447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=505197839917428447' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/505197839917428447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/505197839917428447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-wifi.html' title='free wifi'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1455355964555204811</id><published>2011-09-10T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:08:42.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay!</title><content type='html'>It went very well ... And very quick. I upped my legal risk and talked about a future with older kids... And we had a great conversation! All of my paperwork was in order and I just need to get a TB test. Even though I just had one a year ago when I went through this. Dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a company picnic. If you didn't just see it, I rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1455355964555204811?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1455355964555204811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1455355964555204811' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1455355964555204811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1455355964555204811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/okay.html' title='Okay!'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3452451229139593290</id><published>2011-09-09T07:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:01:51.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>Moving forward from the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floors washed (check)&lt;br /&gt;Tables dusted (check)&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom de-haired (check)&lt;br /&gt;Bed made (check)&lt;br /&gt;Positive attitude in place (check) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And advice from Mark from the last time I went through this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet flushed (check) &lt;br /&gt;Wine in fridge for later (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all ready to get back on this roller coaster and for caseworker 3's (cw3) visit at noon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3452451229139593290?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3452451229139593290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3452451229139593290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3452451229139593290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3452451229139593290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5728210383164334286</id><published>2011-09-05T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:12:47.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I am getting more and more settled into my apartment and have one last random box that is begging me to unpack it, but it is all pictures and I don't want to put things on the wall so willy-nilly. The walls will be there and I will figure out just how I want things.. I think I will be in this apartment for awhile, so there is no rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic's grandma died last week. She was an amazing and strong woman. I really enjoyed her..and whenever there is someone around me that dies, I am now wishing I had spend more time with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic asked me to be a the funeral, so of course I was there. It was the first time I would see her family since the break up. Yes. It WAS awkward. I just had to keep it in my head that I was there for Mic and grandma- and it wasn't about how comfortable I was or wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked in her friends were surrounding her, and I was glad they were there for her. Her dad approached me and we both broke down crying as we hugged,  her sister completely avoided me, and her mom was cordial. Mic said hi...and then the mass started. A few of the friends came to where I was sitting to&lt;br /&gt;say hello. I am not going to lie... I was a big mess the whole time. Crying like a baby- but keeping it under wraps so I didn't look completely insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hit me at that point how people view break ups. I may be completely on my own little island with this thought process... But hear me out. I started thinking about my siblings and the breakups they went through with long term relationships.   They, as well as my parents, are still in touch with every one of them. Even the ex wife of my brother. I am still in contact with my exes, and would consider one of them a very good friend. So, in my thought process, I feel like in life we are always evolving .. Always changing and realizing what we want from this very short time on earth. In my case with mic... I adore her.. I enjoy her... But on a daily basis (sometimes hourly) I would have to convince myself that we were doing the right thing in the foster process. I KNEW her thoughts on having a family were different than mine. It was driving me deeper and deeper into a hole because I felt I was changing my life plans because of someone else. It also wasn't fair that I was asking her for more than she was comfortable. Feelings changed for me, and it was simply time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends understood, supported my decision, and my friends and my mom and dad and sisters have all reached out to her in some fashion.. Telling her they love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are lots of people who think I am crazy when I try to explain all of this. Maybe I am. Believe me it would be different if there was cheating, or abuse or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I just really want to happen is for mic and I to be ok with one another. For mic to be okay with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward.. My parents 50th wedding anniversary was yesterday. We had an intimate day with just my immediate family. We went to mass where they had their rings blessed, ate way too much at my sisters, and went on a boat tour of Milwaukee and my friend Angie met us at a park to take family pictures. I proudly was able to present a video I made for then and gave everyone a jump drive of all the slides I scanned for my parents. You could tell they were overjoyed the whole day :) I accidentally left my phone in the car with my two teenage nieces and have a 2836 pictures of them with fish faces. As my nieces get older and I enjoy them more and more- all of their quirky hormone raged selves, the idea of fostering teens continues to  mull around in my brain. I think I will talk to CW3 when she comes over on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I have to be productive today and go make a curtain for my back hallway door. The neighbor has had some very close opportunities to see my nekkid butt, toweled wrapped body, or me binging at the counter on cheese and crackers. Yes. Time for a curtain, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Rebs, in the time frame of one week: was offered a job at an amazing funeral home, put her two weeks in at the craptastic funeral home, was escorted out- because they are asshats, and promptly broke both if her feet as she fell in a pothole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overjoyed at the opportunity she has at this freaking AWESOME home, but this means she is moving an hour and a half away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5728210383164334286?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/5728210383164334286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=5728210383164334286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5728210383164334286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5728210383164334286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7571880706259298950</id><published>2011-09-03T18:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:12:53.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a HUGE entry on my phone only using my thumbs ... And it is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7571880706259298950?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7571880706259298950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7571880706259298950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7571880706259298950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7571880706259298950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1146228278580912636</id><published>2011-08-18T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:36:33.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The move</title><content type='html'>I simply couldn't have gotten through today without my friends. Anne started out my day with a hilarious voicemail giving me support and telling me what songs it is good to listen to today, and what songs to steer clear of... GOOD: I Can See Clearly Now... BAD: Gimme One Reason (Tracy Chapman). I talked to her later and told her that I am not even going to risk it and will keep all music off all day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a couple of calls from my friend Traci, all chuck full of inspiring words. Even my mom called to see if she could bring over some fruit salad she just happen to make -- but she wasn't sure I had a refrigerator or chairs to sit on. Apparently she thought I was squatting in some condemned building or god knows what. She cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonny wrote me a wonderful email :) I miss you, chica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then best of all my girls, Angie and Rebs both popped in after work and they brought me beautiful hydrangeas and groceries to start me out. I love them. They are EXACTLY who I needed to see at the end of this crazy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girls---you all mean the world to me. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So *exhale* here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far... So good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1146228278580912636?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1146228278580912636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1146228278580912636' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1146228278580912636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1146228278580912636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/08/move.html' title='The move'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3112525718736405427</id><published>2011-08-17T18:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:29:53.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Today I have been packing since 8am. It is now 6pm. I did have a small break to go to the doctor for a pap. I wish that said "I had a break for a big glass of wine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, that didn't go well. I will post more when I know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing has one more level to go. Tomorrow I will get up early and take the dog to school, and sort some things out in the garage before the movers get here at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my chin up as well as constantly saying a prayer that God will push me in the right direction to make me the person I am meant to be. You would think that I, being the one who is creating this life change, wouldn't be saying THAT prayer.. because you would think I have that figured out. Honestly, I don't. I am following my happiness. Other than continuing with the foster process.. I don't know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking more about fostering teens. It wouldn't work right NOW because I don't have a large enough space.. but I do think it is in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey- thank you again for being so nice to me. :) Your words give me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; that I need. Keep Mic in your prayers, too. Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3112525718736405427?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3112525718736405427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3112525718736405427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3112525718736405427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3112525718736405427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-564206177259740597</id><published>2011-08-09T06:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T06:19:27.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear</title><content type='html'>People who I once called friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop putting ideas into her head on what YOU think the truth is. I haven't lied. I have been truthful. If you (who have their own effed up relationship) don't like my reasons... Guess what? I.DON'T.CARE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting when something like this happens and peoples true colors start coming out. I refuse to stoop to their level. I refuse to make waves. That isn't who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-564206177259740597?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/564206177259740597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=564206177259740597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/564206177259740597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/564206177259740597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear.html' title='Dear'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8505886874326224615</id><published>2011-08-08T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:00:13.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly...</title><content type='html'>the kind words that you all have left and the time taken to read my "woes" are so helpful.. you have no idea... or maybe you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a little bit better to know that I am not the first person to feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving date has been moved up. I want her to be able to heal and if I am around.. that isn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get into my apartment-- and get it ready for Caseworker III to do a home inspection. Lets get back on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8505886874326224615?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8505886874326224615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8505886874326224615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8505886874326224615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8505886874326224615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/08/honestly.html' title='honestly...'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6549175636867925876</id><published>2011-08-07T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:14:35.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over stayed</title><content type='html'>I think I am over staying my welcome. It is hard for Mic to move on with me here... I think I am going to pack up as swiftly as I can... and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seemed to have caught a groove. We were doing okay. I was feeling at peace. Then she went out with a couple of friends of hers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to guess they spent quite a bit of time talking about it... as I got texts from them today, and so did a friend of mine (which I think was completely out of line). Mic wrote a letter, and she was far more emotional today than she has been in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind her talking to them, as she needs to talk to someone. But if they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; things in her head... then I will be pissed. The text that I got from one of them said.. "don't think that the grass is greener.. because it isn't... you will regret this" I am thinking, are they all thinking I am leaving mic for someone else?!!?!??! That isn't the case. Not for a moment. The grass will be greener because *I AM PLANTING MY OWN GRASS*. Smoke that, sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some other comments made.. but I don't want to dwell on it. I can't. I don't have the time or energy for drama. That is exactly what I wanted to escape. Mic and I shared almost 6 years together... she knows a LOT about me... and I her. There is no reason why there has to be a drama- snowball starting. I wont stand for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;normalicy&lt;/span&gt;. Just a little. Please. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preeettttttyyyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppuullleeeeezzzeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6549175636867925876?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6549175636867925876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6549175636867925876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6549175636867925876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6549175636867925876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/08/over-stayed.html' title='Over stayed'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5225947004225824709</id><published>2011-07-31T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:02:21.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>I am feeling optimistic. I have to believe I have made this decision for ME. For two weeks I have been feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt; guilt. Mind and body numbing guilt.... and I didn't really get it. I didn't get why if I was the one making this decision, why I felt so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who pointed out something very interesting. I grew up in a home that was often run by alcohol instead of clarity. Because of that, I know how bad/sad/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;/upset/frustrated/etc etc etc.. someone can feel. Because I spent a lot of time feeling those ways as a child, I, now as an adult, never want anyone to feel that way. ESPECIALLY at my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Is that the truth. It hurts me tremendously when I let people down. More so than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that-- I feel guilt because I let Mic down... a decision I made had a negative impact on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I know that information... now what to do with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5225947004225824709?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/5225947004225824709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=5225947004225824709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5225947004225824709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5225947004225824709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-318723336282037868</id><published>2011-07-20T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:42:50.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>There was a way to avoid this. I have to believe that I am making the right decision. I have tried to explain to Mic probably a dozen times that it isn't her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a big family. I see myself as a mom of many. Some children perhaps wander in, some are placed... but I love having kids of all ages around me. Babies are cute and challenging, toddlers are amazing to watch as they discover new things, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; teens are fantastic when trying to figure out who they are, and teens are a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not fruit loop. I know they all suck at those ages, too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, that is what I see in my life. I should have known in the first month that mic and I were seeing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; when she said she didn't want a family, that perhaps this wasn't the road I should have taken. But I chose it. And I have loved it. I love Mic. She has treated me like a queen. The truth is, resentment has started to enter. I know that some people wont understand it because we don't have kids.. but I don't want just one. I don't want someone to put these rules on my life. I don't blame Mic.. she was stepping out of HER comfort zone, and her desires to even follow the path of foster/adoption. I also believe she would have started resenting me... if she hasn't already... in my baby obsession...because the truth is that she didn't want it as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't make her a bad person, it doesn't make ME a bad person. We are who we are. I, in my heart of hearts, believe we will continue to care for one another. Truth be told, I am feeling the most calm around her I have in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that she would feel the same... but that is something I can HOPE for... and perhaps someday she will share ... or she will tell me to eff off. Either way, I will have to handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be continuing with my foster/adopt license... as a single mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see an apartment today. I absolutely loved it. I loved the feeling I got when I went into it, I loved the warmth.. the neighborhood.. everything. I am going to apply for it. It is in a neighborhood that is a moment away from my sister, and a moment away from my life for the last 6 years. I told Mic that I wanted to be close-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; without being weird.. so I can help with Cosmo, or if she needs help around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have felt like this with every break up I have had. I have always felt there is no reason for bad blood. We have spent many years together, this person knows me inside and out.. farts and all... she has been the most important thing in my life for almost 6 years. That doesn't change because we have different life plans/desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I want her to be okay. I want her to be treated like the queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-318723336282037868?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/318723336282037868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=318723336282037868' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/318723336282037868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/318723336282037868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-896365210549040674</id><published>2011-07-15T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:40:45.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt her.</title><content type='html'>I didn't mean to. I didn't want things to turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes opposites attract... and it is wonderful for a lifetime..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes opposites attract and we love as much as we can for as long as we can... but don't quite make it a lifetime. It becomes too comfortable, and sometimes we lose who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was me who made this decision, I have never felt so low. I have never felt the pain I have. I don't even think it was as bad as when Lisa was dying.. as we had time to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hurt so many people with this decision- have ruined lives - have shattered hearts. But, I can't stay in a relationship and not give my all freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes people would be able to handle it better if one of us cheated-- if we were a horrid person. The truth is, we are both great people. She is a WONDERFUL WOMAN. We are just different. I would never ask her to change who she is to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches. My bones ache. Food wont stay in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I live my life for others so much so a decision that I need to make for myself is so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is angry. I don't blame her. There is much more that I could write about- but I can't do it here. I just know there are many who have wondered where I have been...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-896365210549040674?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/896365210549040674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=896365210549040674' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/896365210549040674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/896365210549040674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hurt-her.html' title='I hurt her.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5980387165996481952</id><published>2011-06-21T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:34:12.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done</title><content type='html'>praying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5980387165996481952?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/5980387165996481952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=5980387165996481952' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5980387165996481952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5980387165996481952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7934653942102605706</id><published>2011-05-24T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:17:44.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>sad...but will be fine :)</title><content type='html'>we got another call today. Details were given, we told CWIII that we are very interested and please call ASAP with the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later (it might as well have been 232394 hours later) I got an email that baby girl was placed with another family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two broken hearts later, we have to muster up faith that another call wont be too far behind. And that little baby girl is safe and warm with her new family that will give her the best life possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7934653942102605706?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7934653942102605706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7934653942102605706' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7934653942102605706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7934653942102605706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/05/sadbut-will-be-fine.html' title='sad...but will be fine :)'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7145211933775113799</id><published>2011-05-18T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:47:31.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.</title><content type='html'>Why is this blog popular in the Middle East?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7145211933775113799?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7145211933775113799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7145211933775113799' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7145211933775113799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7145211933775113799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting.html' title='Interesting.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3154199376773910313</id><published>2011-05-08T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:43:28.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>And please universe let this be THE LAST ONE as as a "waiting" mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the third year that I have said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oohhh&lt;/span&gt;.. GOOD TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay-- here is a roof picture. I am going to follow Mark's suggestion and let it keep rolling for at least a few more posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/08/4426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/08/s_4426.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one, we walked around the corner and Mic had a panic attack. I failed at getting a picture of the panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we stained the deck, and now I can't wipe my butt, my arms hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/08/4427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/08/s_4427.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3154199376773910313?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3154199376773910313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3154199376773910313' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3154199376773910313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3154199376773910313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5973026701046238276</id><published>2011-05-03T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:06:48.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah- it has been a while, eh?</title><content type='html'>And yet nothing that I really feel I can or want to share. Nothing that I feel I have the right to share.  Just a lot... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and then there was work. Ah yes, and then the craziness at the bar. Then the normal stuff like laundry and a new roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is normal right now. As normal as to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, right? It will happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW3 emailed to set up another appointment. I am refusing. I will wait until the last moment. She may be my jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoooooo&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5973026701046238276?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/5973026701046238276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=5973026701046238276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5973026701046238276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5973026701046238276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/05/woah-it-has-been-while-eh.html' title='Woah- it has been a while, eh?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7909364272236952754</id><published>2011-04-25T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:18:44.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get enough..</title><content type='html'>of the show "Addicted to Food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7909364272236952754?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7909364272236952754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7909364272236952754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7909364272236952754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7909364272236952754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-get-enough.html' title='I can&apos;t get enough..'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4828985950824428470</id><published>2011-04-24T17:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:35:41.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>My parents are still in Florida... and I miss them terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going over to Mic's parents house I decided to work on the Christmas present from my siblings and I to my parents which primarily consists of scanning their slides and doing fun stuff with the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have imagined spending my Easter Sunday any other way. I am in love with these old photos more than I could have imagined. I can guarantee there is some sort of story behind each one of them.. and the loveliest stories of all are the ones that wont be shared out loud in front of the family. They are, in my mind, those of pure love and happiness... from their wedding day to their first born and on from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter-- happy spring-- or happy Sunday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; to all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAx1Bd2gje4/TbSkqx_OsRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kgrPaC9h7cU/s1600/picnic%2Bwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAx1Bd2gje4/TbSkqx_OsRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kgrPaC9h7cU/s200/picnic%2Bwedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599281291608371474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMVAvJkHpKY/TbSlfBD2bAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hOoGM61PLNc/s1600/mom%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMVAvJkHpKY/TbSlfBD2bAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hOoGM61PLNc/s200/mom%2Btree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599282189007481858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4828985950824428470?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4828985950824428470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4828985950824428470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4828985950824428470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4828985950824428470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAx1Bd2gje4/TbSkqx_OsRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kgrPaC9h7cU/s72-c/picnic%2Bwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-634530356731143123</id><published>2011-04-21T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:44:31.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a friend who has this blog . FOLLOW HER. Dammit.</title><content type='html'>God, I am so GOOD at being bossy.  I mean- if there is one thing that I excel at, its bossy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;...oh.. and eating.  Yeah. Great. I need to change that to something more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;karmicly&lt;/span&gt; (is that a word? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nowitis&lt;/span&gt;) appealing like..."if there are two things I excel at,  they are housing the homeless and feeding stray kittens" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;... my friend has a blog. And since I adore her, I think you will too. So, check it out, follow her and make her feel as special as you all make me feel.. and that is SUPER SPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smoosy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://smoosy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you all how much I adore you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ciw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-634530356731143123?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/634530356731143123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=634530356731143123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/634530356731143123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/634530356731143123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-friend-who-has-this-blog-follow.html' title='I have a friend who has this blog . FOLLOW HER. Dammit.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3990181374467425368</id><published>2011-04-11T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:27:25.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11-Favorite TV shows</title><content type='html'>Easy Cheesy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/extreme-couponing"&gt;Extreme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Couponing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/sister-wives"&gt;Sister Wives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/bethenny-ever-after"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bethenny&lt;/span&gt; Ever After&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://press.discovery.com/us/own/programs/addicted-food/"&gt;Addicted to Food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/tv/the-fabulous-beekman-boys/the-fabulous-beekman-boys.html"&gt;The Fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beekman&lt;/span&gt; Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real Housewives of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosh. 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenthood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoarders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say... I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. I don't make any apologies. I am NOT that person that says.. "oh.. I don't really watch much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;".....I watch far too much. Especially after Mic goes to bed. It is me.. the dog.. and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dvr&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes there are cheese nips, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3990181374467425368?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3990181374467425368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3990181374467425368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3990181374467425368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3990181374467425368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11-favorite-tv-shows.html' title='Day 11-Favorite TV shows'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8627051815366441255</id><published>2011-04-04T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:24:17.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10-Something you’re afraid of</title><content type='html'>1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Insects in my basement that I swear will end up in my bed at some point&lt;br /&gt;3. Lesbian bed death (different than #1)&lt;br /&gt;4. Small boats on large body's of water.&lt;br /&gt;5. My house getting broken into&lt;br /&gt;6. Pedicures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That is a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8627051815366441255?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8627051815366441255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8627051815366441255' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8627051815366441255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8627051815366441255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10-something-youre-afraid-of.html' title='Day 10-Something you’re afraid of'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4540816680813186715</id><published>2011-03-30T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:00:06.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>distractions</title><content type='html'>As anyone that has gone through this process of waiting.. for a smiley face, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POAS&lt;/span&gt;, to go to the doc, to wait for home visits...for another caseworker meeting... however it is that you go about your process of waiting for your family, you know how it can be. You also know how all consuming it is. Thinking about it CONSTANTLY. All consuming. LITERALLY. I have a new distraction in person form. I was on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; one night and suddenly there is a friend request from 1/2 of a couple that I knew years ago when I lived &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;up'nort&lt;/span&gt;. I about died. She and her other 1/2 broke up after 17 years together. We had a lot of catching up to do. From that moment on (a couple of weeks ago), I have been talking to her a LOT. More than any of my other friends. To the point that Mic asked me if I was leaving her. &lt;em&gt;I know she knows I am NOT leaving her&lt;/em&gt;.. but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that is&lt;/span&gt; how abrupt it was. My friend and I picked up where we left off. She talks. A lot. I listen and ask questions- I am good at that. She is also almost computer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;illiterate&lt;/span&gt; (I call her ex-Amish-- she knows sorta how to get around on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.. and that about sums it up.) so she calls me and it forces me to talk on the phone...in the MORNING. Anyone who knows me knows that I will do whatever I can to get out of a phone conversation. After being on the phone all day at work.. it is the LAST thing I want to do. We don't talk about anything special. She talks a lot about her ex.. and I know her, and I am the only other gay person in her life that does know her... so I think that makes her feel comfortable. She talks about her mom and sister who I know-- her dad..work.. stuff like that. As I was driving to work today it hit me like a brick... I like talking to her because I haven't told her about the foster/adopt process yet. I have told her all about Mic and I and everything we do... but not THAT. I have all of this time to NOT talk about it... to not think about it... to not OBSESS about it. I don't have to talk about caseworkers or what-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt; or what if-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;not's&lt;/span&gt; and everything that goes along with it. I don't have to cry or wonder or worry. I just have to talk about nothing and listen to her talk about her life. At first I felt guilty that I was talking to her SO MUCH. But now, I don't want to stop. It gives me time to NOT think about waiting.. to concentrate more on my relationship with Mic, to have other things floating around in my brain instead of baby stuff... suddenly I am looking forward to doing fun things in the summer, to introducing her to all of my friends, to have her as part of Mic's and my circle. Today is going to be a good day because it is just GOING to be. No tears, extra prayers, no daydreams.. just a day to enjoy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thassit&lt;/span&gt;. *exhale*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4540816680813186715?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4540816680813186715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4540816680813186715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4540816680813186715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4540816680813186715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/distractions.html' title='distractions'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4610296810700837059</id><published>2011-03-26T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:00:59.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9-A picture of your friends</title><content type='html'>I have been working a trade expo for days.. and I am tired.... and I have to work again tomorrow. So. Lemme see what I can dig up on this laptop...because I don't feel like going downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside of the expo: there are a LOT of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lesbos&lt;/span&gt; that want to renovate their home.. and I get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;look at&lt;/span&gt; them. so... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; nice, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. I looked for pictures. I can't put any from this computer that my friends who read this wouldn't say "DEAR GOD, CASEY, TAKE THAT DAMN PICTURE OFF YOUR BLOG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. I am gonna play it safe on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4610296810700837059?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4610296810700837059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4610296810700837059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4610296810700837059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4610296810700837059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-picture-of-your-friends.html' title='Day 9-A picture of your friends'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1903565092867891542</id><published>2011-03-23T21:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:10:37.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8-A place you’ve traveled to</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I am finding this 30 day thing kinda boring.. where is the meat here? Don't you want saucy, dirty, juicy? About me and sex, love, life, food, embarrassing moments, poop stories and whatever else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. .what was the question? where have I traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr0KqoXVPGY/TYqwyPU0vYI/AAAAAAAAAew/U3KwYvplQOQ/s1600/blarney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr0KqoXVPGY/TYqwyPU0vYI/AAAAAAAAAew/U3KwYvplQOQ/s200/blarney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587472664860343682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                               (Ireland)&lt;br /&gt;And here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIH3w1qMiJw/TYqyuJaCrjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/22mA5yX28h4/s1600/MexicoCity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIH3w1qMiJw/TYqyuJaCrjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/22mA5yX28h4/s200/MexicoCity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587474793575394866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                      (Mexico City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Auzl5rNrpoc/TYqzX633umI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lUIODgkD_ZY/s1600/oktoberfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Auzl5rNrpoc/TYqzX633umI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lUIODgkD_ZY/s200/oktoberfest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587475511228480098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                      (Appleton.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have been many more places....I should write about the fun and the meaning of the trip. Let me sum it up here: I probably drank a bit in each place and at one time made out with a bunch of guys... and later in my life.. made out with chics instead. I am sure some really funny stuff happened where ever it was. I have fun when I travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: take a trip with me, I will buy you a drink and force you to make out with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's tomorrow... Day 9: What I had for breakfast. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1903565092867891542?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1903565092867891542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1903565092867891542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1903565092867891542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1903565092867891542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-place-youve-traveled-to.html' title='Day 8-A place you’ve traveled to'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr0KqoXVPGY/TYqwyPU0vYI/AAAAAAAAAew/U3KwYvplQOQ/s72-c/blarney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-9177988692827161985</id><published>2011-03-22T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:29:10.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7-Favorite movies</title><content type='html'>Easy Cheesy (I invite you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clicksie&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mumWYU5aHBU"&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbXbRTRlKag"&gt;40 Year old Virgin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQKs169Sl0I"&gt;Silence of the Lambs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in love with every gay and lesbian movie I rented from Blockbuster on video tape when I was making my journey out... any movie I saw with a special someone, most documentaries and some soft porn (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be a big list. so just use  your imagination :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-9177988692827161985?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/9177988692827161985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=9177988692827161985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/9177988692827161985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/9177988692827161985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-favorite-movies.html' title='Day 7-Favorite movies'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-9137676186133719558</id><published>2011-03-21T21:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:03:05.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>This is probably going to be one of the hardest for me. I could put a gazillion pictures. I will try to narrow it down though. Please note that I am limited to the photos that are on my laptop. So sue me if you aren't shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog, Cosmo - we thought it would be a fabulous idea to get a new puppy just 3 months into our relationship! why not??? This is at my old apartment -- he used to fit on the bottom of my computer desk. Now, he is 106lbs and takes up a whole bed. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHmYMZVUb1k/TYgKmAoazWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5JRc4MvGOmA/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHmYMZVUb1k/TYgKmAoazWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5JRc4MvGOmA/s200/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726985873935714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my dear friend, Amy (I call her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nonny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) We are in the dorm room at college  getting ready for a night on the town. We are going for white and whiter. My perm courtesy of the girl in beauty school down the hall from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuSRsLxfj30/TYgKmAP1rbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nn9Qg82WuAI/s1600/n672756511_1716475_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuSRsLxfj30/TYgKmAP1rbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nn9Qg82WuAI/s200/n672756511_1716475_1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726985770839474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mo, Me and Greg. State Fair. Priceless. I love them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez_CWD6NCMQ/TYgKmZjBBII/AAAAAAAAAeo/L5Rawc-NaCo/s1600/IMG_6929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez_CWD6NCMQ/TYgKmZjBBII/AAAAAAAAAeo/L5Rawc-NaCo/s200/IMG_6929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726992562160770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I on our "honeymoon" camping. The picture of happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GqOabiBxd0/TYgKllJaGyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/T89Uo1Zomn8/s1600/IMG_7122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GqOabiBxd0/TYgKllJaGyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/T89Uo1Zomn8/s200/IMG_7122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586726978496109346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missing photos of: family, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geocaching&lt;/span&gt;, my neighbors, my co workers, my bike, hiking trails, my bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aveda&lt;/span&gt; products, q-tips, sunscreen.. I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SIDENOTE&lt;/span&gt;: I just finished typing this and I turned to Mic and said... "can you believe we got Cosmo after being together for 3 months??? Did you know in your heart that you were going to be together for a long time at that point??? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to me and said, "NO! I mean.. that is 90 DAYS! People go to rehab for 90 days.. How would I know that we were going to be together??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She abruptly stopped that thought after my glare burned through her skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-9137676186133719558?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/9137676186133719558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=9137676186133719558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/9137676186133719558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/9137676186133719558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHmYMZVUb1k/TYgKmAoazWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5JRc4MvGOmA/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3228681277800352209</id><published>2011-03-20T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:06:35.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Time to play some catch up...</title><content type='html'>Mo and Greg have departed after a fun 24 hours of lunch/Harley Davidson Museum/Dinner/wine/more drinks to celebrate Reb's b-day/drag show/dancing/drinks and this morning an estate sale (and found awesome stuff we didn't know we needed until we saw it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.am.exausted. Just to add to it, I wasn't even drinking after my two glasses of yummy wine at dinner. Why am I the only one who can't keep my eyes open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5-Your siblings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the fourth child. I have an older brother who is almost 48, I think. I also have two sisters (twins) who are 46. There is 8 years difference between my sisters and I. So, instead of being the youngest of four, it often felt as if I was the only child. My sisters had each other to chum around with and they kind of lived in their own little twin world. My brother was so much older than me that I don't remember much of him growing up. My memories start when he was out of the house already. I don't really remember much of him living at home. I know he did. I just blocked it out, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are beautiful and have wonderful children and husbands that I don't think are good enough for them. My brother was married at one point and is now divorced. He has suffered with a series of strokes. He is fine, but has made poor choices in his life. We have all tried to help him MANY times - but he continues to go down a path that isn't taking him anywhere - and quickly. I have stepped away from the situation, as he is an adult and if he feels he doesn't need help, that is his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I remember thinking my sisters were my other moms. They liked bossing me around. They still do :). I remember mom and dad leaving and them having huge house parties, and I would be upstairs in my bed. They would skip out of school a lot and have me get their pink slips out of the mailbox before my mom and dad would come home (I was a latch key kid). They loved giving me horrible perms and trying to teach me how to dress and wear make up. We weren't close then  but as adults have grown much closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all I want to share right now about them. I adore my siblings.... and I am in the frame of mind (kind of cranky) (and heard more stuff about my brother today) that I am on the verge of saying something that I shouldn't share - and/or regret in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to wait for more catch up until after my nap. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3228681277800352209?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3228681277800352209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3228681277800352209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3228681277800352209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3228681277800352209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-play-some-catch-up.html' title='Time to play some catch up...'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2995350048712795185</id><published>2011-03-19T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:29:27.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohnoooooooo</title><content type='html'>I missed a post :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for good reason: Fish Fry Friday. Then I came home and cleaned the house in preparation of Mo and Greg coming to town!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may miss tomorrow's post too!!!!!! I will catch up- pinky swear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2995350048712795185?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2995350048712795185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2995350048712795185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2995350048712795185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2995350048712795185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/ohnoooooooo.html' title='Ohnoooooooo'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2773047220548565032</id><published>2011-03-17T22:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:56:43.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4-Your parents</title><content type='html'>My parents......fun, a little crazy, drink too much, sing too loud, cry too often. Softies. They love their kids so much, and their wine and Jack &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are and always have been full of emotion. If one moment it is anger.. the very next moment we could all be in a full on belly laugh, dancing on the patio or crying over the saddest story we have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood had challenges... but I choose not to dwell on them..... I choose to learn FROM them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - well, she has this creativeness that amazes me. She was an RN then became an antique dealer. She is hilarious and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; and absent minded. She knows more about history and artifacts than anyone I know. She knits and used to play the guitar and do pottery. When I freak out that I am turning into her... I calm myself by realizing there is no one I would rather turn in to. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - he has white hair, is big and has these ice blue eyes that actually smile on their own. He has welcoming, comforting hugs, and has always had my best interest at heart. He is an emotional man and makes no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologies&lt;/span&gt; for it. He was the VP of sales for a company out in the boondocks near where I grew up. He traveled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, and was able to show my mom some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt; parts of the world because he had to go there for work. He carves wood, and loves to share the trinkets he makes with his grandchildren. He is proud of his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ancestry&lt;/span&gt; and growing up along the St. Lawrence seaway and having a family that was heavily involved in the railroad and who came from Ireland. He has passed his family's information along on paper. But I do not know his family. I met my uncles maybe a couple of times...I don't remember much. His parents died young, and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; were his parents longer than his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birth parents&lt;/span&gt;. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585263321951908338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11NWRG4DypU/TYLXZjn2MfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SMwAweEMd5s/s200/momanddadframe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2773047220548565032?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2773047220548565032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2773047220548565032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2773047220548565032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2773047220548565032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-your-parents.html' title='Day 4-Your parents'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11NWRG4DypU/TYLXZjn2MfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SMwAweEMd5s/s72-c/momanddadframe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8748043900951687178</id><published>2011-03-16T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:47:31.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sidenote</title><content type='html'>well- that was depressing. I can't go to bed with that last entry fresh on my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just had a wonderful brandy old fashioned and a Irish quesadilla at my favorite corner dive  bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleepin&lt;/span&gt;'* good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8748043900951687178?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8748043900951687178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8748043900951687178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8748043900951687178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8748043900951687178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/sidenote.html' title='sidenote'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6878821009518136385</id><published>2011-03-16T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:30:26.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3-Your first love</title><content type='html'>I am sure that there are people that insist that they are with their 1st love RIGHT NOW. For some, that may be true. For me, it isn't. I like to think that I was able to learn a lot about  my MYSELF before I found my Mic. My first love was a big part of that discovery for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written about her here already.. so some of you already may know the story. Her name was Lisa and she was a feisty, muscular, talented, smart, funny butch woman that I would lose myself in.  She and I were together for 7 years, and it was up and down and you never knew what the heck was going to happen next... it was passionate, and not always in the good way. We met when she asked me to dance. From that moment on - that was it. I was caught.. hook line and sinker. My family loved her just as much as I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our partnership ended when she cheated on me. I can still feel the sting when I think back about those days. When I thought I would literally go insane dialing the cell phone over and over and over. My heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection never stopped though. I moved on - she moved on.. into new relationships, but we kept in close contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of her caretakers, along with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; Maurice and my sisters when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer when she was 30. She died when she was 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of her all the time. Think of things I wish I would have said and remember the great times we had. I try to put the yucky stuff behind me - but I still know I have baggage from it to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my first love - and she helped me be a better love to Mic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6878821009518136385?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6878821009518136385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6878821009518136385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6878821009518136385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6878821009518136385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-your-first-love.html' title='Day 3-Your first love'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7629523823341344252</id><published>2011-03-15T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:24:01.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name</title><content type='html'>My blog name : Me and She.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's initials are M.E. She likes to call herself ME. Not. "EmmmEEEEE" nope. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she thinks it is quirky and cute (which - honestly I think it is too) to say Me and He (the HE being my dad) when signing emails, or creating something artsy fartsy or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little re-vamping... and we have Me and She. Suddenly it applies to her big gay daughter and her partner... but I will NEVER tell her that, as she would fall over. Not because of the gay thing, but because I have been pawning off as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth's out. Just don't tell my mom, please:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7629523823341344252?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7629523823341344252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7629523823341344252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7629523823341344252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7629523823341344252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html' title='Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2825874273328646961</id><published>2011-03-14T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T07:53:29.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts</title><content type='html'>Alright- without adieu, here is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Casey. I am in my late thirty's yet I SWEAR I can't be a day over 19 and I have the hormonal acne to prove it. I have been with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wiff&lt;/span&gt; (not quite my wife- YET)Mic for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. 5 years now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;. 5 YEARS! huh! We met in the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rooomaannntiiicc&lt;/span&gt; way.. online. And, actually, I was too cheap (read: broke) to get my own account, so I had a friend at the time contact her for me. Somehow she fell for that. We live in a little house in Milwaukee. I am a total coupon addict, and like sewing and folk art rug hooking. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;... I sound like a grandma, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I have decided to start this 30 day blog challenge is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Mic and I are licensed foster to adopt parents. We have been waiting for placement for 5 months. I didn't think I would be waiting for longer than 5 days. I think I have completely driven myself insane with over thinking every.single.thing.I.do. and SURE I am jinxing ourselves from ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I need to keep myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move on:&lt;br /&gt;15 Interesting Facts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kissed my first boy at bible camp. That boy went on to manage bands that primarily plays in strip clubs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to sell sex toys at home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;party's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to work in a head shop.... and a porn video rental place...which also had tanning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first girlfriend was married. The relationship included him... for about 3.5 minutes... then she moved out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry at almost every James Taylor song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also worked in a funeral home.. as well as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repossessed&lt;/span&gt; cars. I have had more jobs than you have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never graduated college. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get my drivers license until I was 18... but my parents let me drive myself to work when I was 16. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss driving a mini van. I have owned 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; I have of my dad are riding on the lawnmower with him cutting the huge backyard singing at the top of our lungs. "OH I WISH I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WEEERRRRE&lt;/span&gt;... AN APPLE ON A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TREEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;" .. and  "AND IF YOU ASKED HER WHY THE HECK SHE WORE IT.. SHE WORE IT FOR HER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOOVEERR&lt;/span&gt; WHO WAS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAAAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAAR&lt;/span&gt; AWAY!!!" We had an awesome set list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some crazy thyroid condition that I thought, once I got under control, would make me skinny. That has yet to happen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; As much as I pretend I don't... I really do love camping. I just wish we had a trailer of some sort... it doesn't have to be fancy at all. Just up off the ground a bit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't cook. Unless you want noodles, grilled cheese, or hamburger helper. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't ruled out the possibility of becoming a nun - especially if Mic dies before I. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tired. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay-- I am supposed to put a recent picture here. I think I have to go take one... it will be fancy.. with my phone, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;don'cha&lt;/span&gt; know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I didn't take a picture last night so I took one this morning... For some reason it is making me laugh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/15/726.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/15/s_726.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2825874273328646961?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2825874273328646961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2825874273328646961' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2825874273328646961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2825874273328646961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-introduce-recent-picture-15.html' title='Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6626369742020937571</id><published>2011-03-14T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:14:35.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>I am just going to have to do it. 30 days.</title><content type='html'>I know this may seem like a cop out of sorts, but I need something to let my mind escape the madness that I am sure I am forcing it into. My mind forcing my mind. That doesn't even make sense. That is how coo-coo I am feeling .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes.. I am going to be posting 30 Day Challenge as posted on &lt;a href="http://2lesbiansandababy.wordpress.com/current-events-in-our-life/"&gt;2 Lesbians and a Baby&lt;/a&gt;. One entry a day following this schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-Your first love&lt;br /&gt;Day 4-Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-Your siblings&lt;br /&gt;Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 7-Favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;Day 8-A place you’ve traveled to&lt;br /&gt;Day 9-A picture of your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 10-Something you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Day 11-Favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Day 12-What you believe&lt;br /&gt;Day 13-Goals&lt;br /&gt;Day 14-A picture you love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15-Bible verse&lt;br /&gt;Day 16-Dream house&lt;br /&gt;Day 17-Something you’re looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-Something you regret&lt;br /&gt;Day 19-Something you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 20-Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;Day 21-Picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 22-Favorite city&lt;br /&gt;Day 23-Favorite vacation&lt;br /&gt;Day 24-Something you’ve learned&lt;br /&gt;Day 25-Favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 26-Picture of your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 27-Pets&lt;br /&gt;Day 28-Something that stresses you out&lt;br /&gt;Day 29-3 Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Day 30-a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Like I haven't already gone over all of this. Get over it... unless you want to see me in a straight jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6626369742020937571?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6626369742020937571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6626369742020937571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6626369742020937571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6626369742020937571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-just-going-to-have-to-do-it-30.html' title='I am just going to have to do it. 30 days.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3060551503214935234</id><published>2011-03-10T23:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:24:20.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gahimoverthis.</title><content type='html'>If you are from, have lived or now live in the north-- well, I can only speak for Wisconsin .. but I bet it is the same anywhere up here.  You know that the 2nd week of March is PURE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are coming to the end of winter.. there is still snow on the ground and it is freezing... and we can't spend more than 20 minutes or so in direct sunlight without a winter jacket and mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am going through now, my peeps, is cabin fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to hang on 1 more week or so. Granted, that doesn't mean we wont get a foot more of snow in April.. the chances are just cut down a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. And CW3 is coming on St. Patty's. I told her don't come unless you bring a kid. She thought that was funny. I was serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3060551503214935234?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3060551503214935234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3060551503214935234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3060551503214935234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3060551503214935234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/03/gahimoverthis.html' title='gahimoverthis.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1600309926726699236</id><published>2011-02-28T09:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:51:45.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>oh yeah-- christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realized I didn't post any pictures of the holiday gifts I made in 2010. When I went to my camera to download them I realized many of the pictures looked really shitty... so, here are a couple that weren't completely blurred out or were not viewable because of a reflection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578768156314803762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHrYonBaPqs/TWvEFKFnnjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GfvqM2WoXEw/s200/Davis%2BFrame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578768153767961490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rDw2WHwxZI/TWvEFAmZ45I/AAAAAAAAAeA/l6P9ngct_wg/s200/group%2Bframes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1600309926726699236?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1600309926726699236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1600309926726699236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1600309926726699236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1600309926726699236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-yeah-christmas.html' title='oh yeah-- christmas.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHrYonBaPqs/TWvEFKFnnjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GfvqM2WoXEw/s72-c/Davis%2BFrame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3166559756525097831</id><published>2011-02-21T22:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:48:13.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a breath of fresh air?</title><content type='html'>and we are zen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Worker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has done everything she said she would, and she had a good sense of humor, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to go out for a couple of brandy old fashioned sweets and a fish fry on Friday  (do people outside of Wisconsin drink those?) and ran into another social worker. Yes.. small world. Two more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BOF's&lt;/span&gt; and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' and she asked us who our old caseworkers were.....and who CW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; is... she said we have the best one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. I want the best one there to be on our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: google "brandy old fashioned sweet- Wisconsin style" and not only will you get some amusing stories and directions on how to make it and order it, but it will state that it is traditionally drank at fish frys, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love this state. Minus the freaking snow...but that gives us character. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3166559756525097831?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3166559756525097831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3166559756525097831' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3166559756525097831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3166559756525097831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/02/breath-of-fresh-air.html' title='a breath of fresh air?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-845625365119742355</id><published>2011-02-19T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:08:49.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers, nurses, state workers.. UNIONS</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read about what is going on in Wisconsin this past week-- I suggest you &lt;a href="mailto:g@@gle"&gt;g@@gle&lt;/a&gt; it. It is simply historical and AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly appointed republican &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Governor&lt;/span&gt;, Scott Walkers, introduced a bill last Friday that would bust unions.  He is trying to take away all rights -- therefore bust-- unions. oh, well.. EXCEPT those of cops, fire fighters and state troopers. Because they gave him money for his election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in the state that was the birthplace of the largest and strongest public unions in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a union worker, nor do I think I will ever be one... as they don't really exist in my line of work. But to put it simply, this guy is a total douche bag. No matter where your political beliefs may stand. When we were told he won the election, it felt  like most of Wisconsin looked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; with a puzzled.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?.. on our faces. Only the rich voted for him... as I am SURE no one from the middle and lower classes would be stupid enough to vote this hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monger&lt;/span&gt; in... so, it must be true that money buys votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stepping off my soapbox*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. what is going on in Wisconsin IS historical and can be used to teach our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; about democracy and politics for years to come. Well, if we have teachers LEFT in Wisconsin to do the teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-845625365119742355?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/845625365119742355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=845625365119742355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/845625365119742355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/845625365119742355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/02/teachers-nurses-state-workers-unions.html' title='teachers, nurses, state workers.. UNIONS'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5435831622974870510</id><published>2011-02-11T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:30:21.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend..</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day is our big holiday... (even if it really isn't a holiday).. to celebrate US. We don't buy Christmas gifts, Thanksgiving is for family, Easter we don't really.. "do" at the moment. So I really like celebrating our love at V-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had no idea what I was planning, so I made a crossword puzzle filled with clues. Did you know that you can do that for free online? I didn't! So, she filled it out and realized that we are escaping for the weekend.. I got a cute little hotel room, we are going to see a play, and she LOVES gardening... so we are going to a landscaping and gardening expo as well. I think she was really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; sick with the walking death (a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad cold) but I am getting to the point where I can kind of keep awake for more than an hour at a time. I am going to make the BEST of this get away!!!! DAMMIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Caseworker Numero Three has called us and we have another meeting with her on Tuesday-- just to get to know us better. I am thinking of baking cookies... would that be a little over the top? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5435831622974870510?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/5435831622974870510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=5435831622974870510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5435831622974870510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5435831622974870510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend..'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6260357431647386891</id><published>2011-02-03T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:58:48.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>well- we haven't met before, have we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caseworkero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; Three-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a good one, me thinks. She successfully assisted our now California friends with their two adoptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone who could give me proof that she was a worker bee. After two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unsolicited&lt;/span&gt; emails to me today-- she has proven just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things happen in February and March, eh? Mic is convinced that it will happen on a Monday in March the child will be of Mixed or Mexican or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; decent a Male and his name will be something that starts with M but we wont tell ya until it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All M's. Get it? Oh, my Mic.. she is so clever. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is correct all of that you better believe we are going to get a 1-900 number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And it snowed here. A shit-ton. Man.... it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6260357431647386891?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6260357431647386891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6260357431647386891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6260357431647386891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6260357431647386891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-we-havent-met-before-have-we.html' title='well- we haven&apos;t met before, have we?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8559295016938008409</id><published>2011-01-30T15:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:52:15.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brandy and hula hooping</title><content type='html'>Many people have told Mic and I that we need to enjoy these days before we get placement, because then...everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that when I kissed Mic goodnight and she got in a limo to hang out with her friends from work for the night, and I met some friends downtown for drinks and dinner to celebrate a birthday... then went to the birthday girls house for Wisconsin style Brandy Old Fashion Sweets, and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;. Sidenote: BOFS's and wii hula hooping makes me wanna barf. Especially after taramisu ice cream and birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, separately, had such a great night! As much as I am looking forward to our family growing, I am making more of an effort to enjoy every moment that we are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic, though, really gave'r . She has been comatose on the couch all day (it is now 4pm) and when I woke her to ask her if she needed anything, she stated... "death... and a big mac".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people outside of northern Wisconsin say "gave'r" or "give'r"... as in.. tonight we are gonna give'r. ..meaning... party. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have to go get a big mac for my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8559295016938008409?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8559295016938008409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8559295016938008409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8559295016938008409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8559295016938008409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/01/brandy-and-hoola-hooping.html' title='brandy and hula hooping'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6947581812372376878</id><published>2011-01-20T08:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:30:13.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this morning</title><content type='html'>I only woke up a little over an hour ago and I am sitting at my desk at the little company that I work for (that happens to be a franchise). I pull up my emails and there is one from my boss who is at his "get away" home in La Quin+a, CA .. on some golf course... and in his email he asked "I am considering opening an office here... would anyone be interested in relocating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. oh yes. I love this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6947581812372376878?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6947581812372376878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6947581812372376878' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6947581812372376878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6947581812372376878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-this-morning.html' title='I love this morning'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8814961545850207283</id><published>2011-01-18T17:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:29:46.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big changes'/><title type='text'>Concentrate on the Good</title><content type='html'>I have easily fallen into this frame of mind that I haven't been able to find my way out of. Of course I feel happiness, but I am always one &lt;a href="mailto:hallm@rk"&gt;hallm@rk&lt;/a&gt; commercial away from tears. I read a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; of a dear old friend- and she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just part of the posting)....meditate on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gloriousness&lt;/span&gt; of these complications in the positive ways they affect you. For example how the smile of a stranger can brighten your day or how the old man you held the door open for last week said thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an Oprah moment. I sat still for a second and it clicked. THAT is what I have been missing.. I have been pushing all the little bits of happiness to the side, and I have fallen into the pity party pit of 1. A party pit of many is a grand time-- but when it is just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' me... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;booorrriinnggg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my ride to work I decided I would concentrate on the smalls. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil'bits&lt;/span&gt;. The simple smiles. And today, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a previous commenter said about her situation while waiting for her daughter: the wait was hard... but she was waiting for the &lt;em&gt;best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy list for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dermatologist appointment went great, I got things removed that weren't supposed to be there and my new doc is hot in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; straight male sorta way...and I was given the all clear on my weird spots. Though, I felt like a geek sitting on his table with my bucket undies, my worst bra and a paper towel covering me and only one leg shaved because that is all I intended on showing him. He took it all in stride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of my closest friends made "the" appointment for her and her partner to start their family rolling. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eeeeep&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow I am ordering my rug hooking stand and I am going to the fabric store with my girls. Yeah. I get it. I am a granny. I love it!! :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plans for the weekend are solidified&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma B is going home from the hospital&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side note.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt; when you get a twitch in your eye.. and you feel like everyone can see it- and you can't get it to go away. I have one in my left butt cheek. It has been there for 2 days... and it may drive me to the mental hospital. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you all for sticking through this with me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8814961545850207283?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8814961545850207283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8814961545850207283' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8814961545850207283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8814961545850207283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/01/concentrate-on-good.html' title='Concentrate on the Good'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4895401544422968568</id><published>2011-01-10T16:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:05:35.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reality.</title><content type='html'>Nope. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to take this all personally. The Universe pointed us in the direction of becoming foster to adopt parents... and now it has had us waiting since September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rose colored glasses are starting to fade, and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wiff&lt;/span&gt; is trying so hard to polish them up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stay it.. I know.. I  KNOW that it will happen when it is right.. and those other babies were probably dulls-ville (and not the cutest- according to Mark). .. and just not our match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem I am having is having faith that our caseworker is doing her job. But, with my craziness.. I don't want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; her because then we may end up even lower on the totem pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend didn't make it any better that I was working a trade show ... &lt;em&gt;the whole weekend&lt;/em&gt;... (do you know how many insane people just GO to random trade shows for free stuff.. it was like the freaking circus)...do you know how many parents with babies go to trade shows to escape the Wisconsin winters and walk in warm comfort? Lots. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nono&lt;/span&gt;. LOTS AND LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OUR turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am venting. I am not looking for sympathy. I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4895401544422968568?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4895401544422968568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4895401544422968568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/01/reality.html' title='reality.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3729197126711903723</id><published>2011-01-01T23:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:43:30.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bring it.</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for 2011. Not that 2010 was bad- because it wasn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I didn't blog much about if at all is the friend drama that I am so happy to close a door on. Mic and I decided there were some "friends" that we had to step away from in order to go forward with growing our family.  They were making decisions in their lives that were affecting our friends and, by association, could put us in a situation that would put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kabash&lt;/span&gt; on being foster parents. Obviously this has not been taken well. We knew that it wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one wonderful thing to leave in 2010.  A few other things to wave bye-bye to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stanky&lt;/span&gt; sandals that could walk on their own-- they are not going to see summer of 2011 RIP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our upstairs guest bedroom/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebstar&lt;/span&gt; quarters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a family of 2 women and a dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Blessings to everyone in the new year- I think this is going to be a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3729197126711903723?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3729197126711903723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3729197126711903723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3729197126711903723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3729197126711903723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-it.html' title='bring it.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6906355091526132578</id><published>2010-12-26T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:19:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>aww..</title><content type='html'>you guys are all so kind.. thank you so much for your wonderful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a splendid holiday! I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week should be a bit less crazy-- and then we weigh in again the first weekend of 2011. We had to shuffle around meetings as the holiday's are/were both on Saturdays (our normal weigh in day) and WW only allows one official weigh in per 7 day period. So, we are all shades of screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snacking has been tough - but, I am not going to beat myself up. I enjoyed my holiday, and it wasn't all about food. Next hurtle will be new years eve. I am, again, going to enjoy the day and night- and the time I have with my friends, and food &lt;em&gt;restriction&lt;/em&gt; will not be the first thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again all my blogger friends.. new and old. Good luck to you in your final week of 2010.. and I can't wait to read how everyone is ringing in the new year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6906355091526132578?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6906355091526132578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6906355091526132578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6906355091526132578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6906355091526132578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/12/aww.html' title='aww..'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-820728998692853235</id><published>2010-12-22T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:41:37.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>for realz?</title><content type='html'>So case worker II came this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to go over all of our criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list started and ended with: you are looking for adoptive placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aannnndddd&lt;/span&gt;? (I said with more of a look than with my fabulous (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) verbal skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caseworker II went on to say that she was kind of wondering about that because we really would open our chances of getting an infant if we were foster to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes..." I say "we ARE SUPPOSED to be listed as foster to adopt.. just like the conversations we have had, just like the emails that I have sent all stated...." and again I went over what we are open to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! she says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... well... we have these placements all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohmyf&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inggodareyouf&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ingkiddingmewiththis&lt;/span&gt;???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sum up the rest of the meeting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my cool&lt;br /&gt;I communicated very clearly&lt;br /&gt;I was kind&lt;br /&gt;She listened and wrote things down&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the names of our friends who have had a case that we are very open to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mimicking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to still keep us in the &lt;a href="mailto:safeh@ven"&gt;safeh@ven&lt;/a&gt; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tested all of our smoke alarms for her... and showed her where the fire extinguisher is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left by saying "okay! see you next month - or far before that with a placement!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think we are on the same page now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think this last three months have sucked ass now knowing that we have been on the wrong damn list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-820728998692853235?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/820728998692853235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=820728998692853235' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/820728998692853235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/820728998692853235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-realz.html' title='for realz?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6566236587815931238</id><published>2010-12-21T22:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:35:21.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Oh hi--- you again?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is our third visit from a caseworker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iknowitwillhappen....someday....I know you all feel it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my "keep busy to avoid obsessing" mode I have created a coupon organizer. Here are a few photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3153.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3154.jpg" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3155.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3156.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3157.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umyeah...I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; an 87 year old granny... Nonny has pointed this out more than once in the last month. ;) The categories follow the grocery store we go to. There are also spots for Walgreens, Target and three little spots waiting for the Babies-R-Us &lt;a href="mailto:c@upons"&gt;c@upons&lt;/a&gt;. The front spots are for our groupons, clothing coupons the back cover for hallmark and internet retailer coupons. boooyaaaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait until I show you the glory that are my crafted Christmas gifts. They really don't beat these, though.... handmade Christmas stockings made by Rebstar herself. I swear- her talent has me in awe more than once a day. Last year she also made one for Cosmo.. ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3158.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3159.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; flamingos-- and Mic is the campfire queen... she knows us SO well.. awwwwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6566236587815931238?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6566236587815931238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6566236587815931238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6566236587815931238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6566236587815931238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-hi-you-again.html' title='Oh hi--- you again?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4702282490167060261</id><published>2010-12-12T18:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:33:33.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one dozen.</title><content type='html'>One dozen pounds lost. The last pound was a miracle, pure and simple. If I could have pooped sometime within the week prior it may have been two. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;? Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason for this post, though, is to talk about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. not really - well sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we got up at the ass crack of dawn to go to an old catholic church on the west side of Milwaukee that Mic's parents belong to. Mr. K - who I affectionately call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Popason&lt;/span&gt; only requests the presence of us one day out of the year. This morning it was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending my time at a catholic mass. I find it a beautiful ceremony, the music is nice, and there lots of ideas to meditate on. Not to mention the work out.. up down up down up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO feel out of place. This is a very small parish, and everyone knows that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Popason&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamasita's&lt;/span&gt; daughter is gay-- and that I am her partner. No one has ever been anything but kind.... otherwise I wouldn't go back. But I just don't feel WELCOME. It isn't the religion - it is the leaders of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another blog I love to read called Jesus Has Two Daddies... very well written, and he often says things I wish I could. Recently the author has been struggling with his idea of faith and religion and where he fits in. There was a post.. you can find it &lt;a href="http://jesushas2daddies.blogspot.com/2010/12/war-on-christmas-update.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in which he shares one of the comments his reader left for him. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; written and I wish it were something I said. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commenter&lt;/span&gt; speaks about his father who, although always stated he was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atheist&lt;/span&gt;, was the most christian man he knew. His father would say "As soon as three or more people gather to form a church it stops being about the word and starts being about politics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in mass this morning- I couldn't help but hear this incredible message of love,faith, peace and social justice... I was so impressed with the words that were flowing out of the priest's mouth. A little voice inside of me kept saying "but really- you aren't welcome here with your partner-in the church leaders eyes you are a sinner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic and I talk about if our child will have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; family. It is SO IMPORTANT to me that this child knows faith. Faith in SOMETHING. I would love to be part of a church- Mic is only sort of open to church and ALL of that "sort of" lays in the Unitarian Church- which I adore. I still can pray, I still can have faith and all views are welcomed and celebrated. But it is true.. do the politics drowned out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt;? Would it be more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beneficial&lt;/span&gt; to take our child to the park and on walks and talk about the miracles that the universe has blessed us with? And pray, sing, count our blessings and help others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that time will tell, and I am pretty sure there will not be a clear answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have children... are you religious? How do you plan on teaching your child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4702282490167060261?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4702282490167060261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4702282490167060261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4702282490167060261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4702282490167060261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-dozen.html' title='one dozen.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-199153372107528247</id><published>2010-12-09T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:33:11.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>2nd time 'round</title><content type='html'>We got our second call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting all set to call  the social worker to tell her that "it's a go!"... I got an email from her stating they decided the 2 day old was too high risk. Birth mom had several other tpr's (very recently)... but no prior children with this baby daddy. So, they don't know what he is going to do. Um. Call him. Ask. Not rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine now. It will happen. This little spirit will find his or her way to our hearts and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a slight possibility that I have gained all 11.8lbs back in the last two days. Did I actually think I wasn't an emotional eater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I look forward to my parents returning from Florida for the holidays. I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-199153372107528247?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/199153372107528247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=199153372107528247' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/199153372107528247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/199153372107528247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-time-round.html' title='2nd time &apos;round'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5146295040826220196</id><published>2010-11-27T16:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:18:21.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food issues'/><title type='text'>oh my!</title><content type='html'>As of this morning.. down 11lbs. That is pretty cool. I am very happy with myself for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt;.. and wish I didn't get to my all time high when I started because then I would like the number on the scale a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dubbya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dubbya&lt;/span&gt; ladies this time around don't have much of a sense of humor. Apparently fat jokes are frowned upon while getting on the scale. Lighten up ladies. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was okay. I miss my parents. They are in Florida and wont be back for another couple of weeks to celebrate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;-- then back down. Soon I will have pictures to post of my holiday gift craft for 2010. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Last year&lt;/span&gt; I didn't do one..&lt;a href="http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2008/12/made-with-love.html"&gt; the 2008 craft was alright...&lt;/a&gt; this year I am excited for making our gifts. My friend Angie is leading the way with her awesome ideas and mine borrowed from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt;. I really really like giving things that are handmade. I feel proud of the time I spent.. and I think people like them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; blown off laundry for long enough. I leave in 3 hours to go out, and I have no pants or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;under ware&lt;/span&gt;. God I suck SUCK at laundry. Maybe I will go shopping instead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5146295040826220196?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/5146295040826220196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=5146295040826220196' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5146295040826220196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5146295040826220196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-my.html' title='oh my!'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6844639009666278534</id><published>2010-11-16T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:19:00.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you people</title><content type='html'>are so kind.. taking your time and cheering me on.. I appreciate it SO! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we finally met our new social worker. We have been on her case load since the start of October, but this was our first time meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *heart* her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she likes us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for some reason, in my head that makes us feel like we have a better chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally figured out what this whole process feels like. It feels like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; when I would be waiting and waiting and waiting for a boy to call. I would look at the phone.. "ring. just ring. just CALL... why isn't he CALLING????".... I would pick up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiver&lt;/span&gt; and make sure there was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dial tone&lt;/span&gt;. (pick up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiver&lt;/span&gt;-- just think-- kids don't even know what that is anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS waiting is like that. I look at my phone when I have been away from it - if even for a moment. I think I hear it ringing or feel it vibrating when it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; when that guy never called and I felt so shitty because of it... I can't help but feel that way now. Just head games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know.. I promise... I know that it will happen for us. That the phone will ring when I am least expecting it... probably when it is the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just weird that it is THAT feeling.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I had this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;epiphany&lt;/span&gt;, I ate two 1pt chocolate cake things. Connection. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YeahIthinkso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, everyone for your support. I look forward to more milestones to post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6844639009666278534?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6844639009666278534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6844639009666278534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6844639009666278534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6844639009666278534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-people.html' title='you people'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2975555920870582687</id><published>2010-11-14T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:39:39.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big changes'/><title type='text'>first week of the dubbya dubbya</title><content type='html'>In the previous times that I went through WW I weighed myself everyday, sometimes twice.&lt;br /&gt;This time I didn't. I thought about it, and then put the scale away again. I didn't want to know. I wanted to make sure I FELT good.. and, other than my period showing up, I felt pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed in today at 6.6lbs down. I do understand a lot of that is water and stuff. But more importantly, I feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2975555920870582687?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2975555920870582687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2975555920870582687' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2975555920870582687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2975555920870582687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-week-of-dubbya-dubbya.html' title='first week of the dubbya dubbya'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4152941555608213701</id><published>2010-11-08T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:47:50.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilbitcrazy.'/><title type='text'>jurl got isssuuueeesss.</title><content type='html'>I will keep this short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in sales and marketing. I, almost always, bring candy or goodies of some sort to my customers when I make calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 3:15 I found myself alone in my shared office. There was 14 lbs of choclate candy 6 feet in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone detoxed from, oh, heroin or crack... because I am almost sure what how I was feeling was kinda like that. I was shaking... I had to stop myself from obsessing about it. There may have been salivating involved. I had to physically leave the office and do something else in order not to listen to the devil on my shoulder telling me to go get some. I had to self talk myself off of "the bridge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish this were a made up story... it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youbettabelieve this is gonna come up with not-a-doctor tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4152941555608213701?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4152941555608213701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4152941555608213701' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4152941555608213701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4152941555608213701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/jurl-got-isssuuueeesss.html' title='jurl got isssuuueeesss.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2674576825837229407</id><published>2010-11-07T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:08:59.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am a mom...</title><content type='html'>So, there are always these things that people who want to be parents think, "I want to do that with/for my child!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Anne showed me some links to bento boxes in the past, but now I have found a blog that is SUPER CUTE.. and hopefully, when I do have a child in my life this is something cute that I can do for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentolunch.net/"&gt;http://www.bentolunch.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family I want to do this more often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;http://www.geocaching.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of tons of other things that I think.. AWWWW.. CUTE! I WANNA DO THAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about all the moms/dads/aunts/uncles and peeps with kids in their lives. Are there any special things that you have always thought would be fun... or do NOW to build traditions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2674576825837229407?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2674576825837229407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2674576825837229407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2674576825837229407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2674576825837229407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-am-mom.html' title='When I am a mom...'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-9200762294934089155</id><published>2010-11-06T19:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:25:37.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilbitcrazy.'/><title type='text'>along my journey</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am going to my 2468745&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Weight &lt;a href="mailto:W@tchers"&gt;W@tchers&lt;/a&gt; meeting in my life. I spoke with not-a-doctor about it. She said she thought it was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the good and bad parts about WW. I see that it is yet ANOTHER diet. Obviously life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be lived on a diet...but I also see it as accountability.  I obviously can't be accountable to only myself. I CAN be accountable for eating a plain 1/4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pounder&lt;/span&gt; in less than 4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; and then an hour later forgetting that I ate it. Yeah. THAT I have down pat. But I can't be accountable for seeing truth on the scale. Even naked. In the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I felt about myself since oh.. when I was young and hot and drinking my meals more than eating them was right before I started dating Mic. I had MUCH success on WW. I was slimmer (NOT SLIM) and I felt GOOD. I would go to my weigh-ins. I would write everything down. I ate a ton of veggies and smart protiens... and I had the mindset that I wasn't going to eat all the crap food I can eat to stay within my points. I was eating WELL and staying within my points. That, I find, is a big trap that WW peeps get caught up in. How many 100 calorie packs can I eat and still have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner AND still stay within my points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do that. And I am not going to do it this time, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trifecta&lt;/span&gt; of accountability this time. I have you, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mish&lt;/span&gt;-mosh of moms and dudes and friends who read my blog. I have my not-a-doc who is going to be a source of education, and I will have the dub-dub (WW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I logged into my bank account and coded all my "food". I mean- I coded all the crap food,  not grocery, and I added it up. So this total includes lunches, dinners out, movie food..just crap food. Food I could have done without. This total does NOT include groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$296.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup. You read that right. ONE month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you know how much I can do with that. Or, I should say, how much I don't want to do with that... other than sticking it into savings and using it for "maternity" leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am almost ashamed of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; that out there. That is a LOT of food, and a lot of laziness. But I have to. There is nothing gained by glancing over the truth. There it is. The truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know there will always be SOMETHING in that category. We are social people. We go out with friends for dinner. From this moment on, we are doing it smarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, there you have it. Tomorrow at 10:30 I am going to walk into that WW space, and I wont be surprised if they know me by name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-9200762294934089155?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/9200762294934089155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=9200762294934089155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/9200762294934089155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/9200762294934089155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/along-my-journey.html' title='along my journey'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-905832077619249122</id><published>2010-11-03T22:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:30:00.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilbitcrazy.'/><title type='text'>So.. I have this therapist.</title><content type='html'>Day one is under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a therapy virgin and had no idea what to expect from a "session". Apparently, the first session is snore-ville. The not-a-doctor lady seemed nice enough. I don't know that it is a PERFECT fit, but it IS only  session one. I may have a better idea next week. It seems as if it may be a bit more of life coaching than lay on the couch and cry.... I was kinda looking for the couch bit, but am seeing the positive things that could come from a bit of direction in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point she said, "tell me one positive thing about you" and then said "oh! I know one..". So I looked at her like, I met you 37 minutes ago....what on EARTH do you know? "You are an extrovert".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "oh, well.. yeah.. a lot of people think that." Truth is.. I am an extrovert on my terms. If I walk in the room and I feel like I can handle the crowd, you bet. Put me on stage, I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dabba&lt;/span&gt; with the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk me in to a room full of people who I classify as "above me"... and see me melt into a pile of sludge. I am a wreck.. and before I step 4 feet into the room, I have completely sabotaged the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is why I am going back to see not-a-doc next week... and probably several occasions after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebs&lt;/span&gt; finished her gift to us. I ADORE IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535530290768780930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TNIneJCwHoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/U7l683CMVGU/s200/monkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be known, by her request, as Auntie Rolling Pin. Isn't she freaking great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic got me a little video camera. I think I am going to try to work it so I can video the rooms upstairs.. post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't hold your breath for that, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-905832077619249122?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/905832077619249122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=905832077619249122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/905832077619249122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/905832077619249122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-have-this-therapist.html' title='So.. I have this therapist.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TNIneJCwHoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/U7l683CMVGU/s72-c/monkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-930203692850536750</id><published>2010-10-31T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:59:10.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilbitcrazy.'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>After reading the post I wrote earlier- I can't help but think how much that would hurt Mic's feelings. But really- it isn't about her. She is quite wonderful. It is about me. It is about my _______(insert whatever issue you want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; she reads this-- which I don't think she does, BUT- in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic-&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You try and try and try so hard to understand me, and that isn't fair to you. There are times I don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you want is for me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very high percentage of the time, I radiate happiness. There are just those hard times that the self doubt creeps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fixing those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my partner in crime for the last 5 years. I am ready for 5 more. Small steps, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my attic warm. (no- literally- nothing dirty...she insulated the attic)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for catching me up on my dirty laundry, too. (again- literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cik&lt;/span&gt;-w&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-930203692850536750?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/930203692850536750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=930203692850536750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/930203692850536750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/930203692850536750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3141022463912368339</id><published>2010-10-31T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T11:09:07.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilbitcrazy.'/><title type='text'>Is everything perfect in Perfectville?</title><content type='html'>**WARNING- THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME SOUND TOTALLY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;, BUT I NEED TO WORK THROUGH THIS**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, right after SLAMMED the basement door and stomped downstairs (simply because Mic was humming and cleaning) I took a few breaths and wondered what had gotten into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I broke it down a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I was pissed off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; because she was humming and cleaning.. why?&lt;br /&gt;     - I felt she was cleaning up after me, which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; made me feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inadequate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phrases&lt;/span&gt; "dammit, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Casey&lt;/span&gt;- just freaking pick your shit up- it would&lt;br /&gt;     make her HAPPY" ran through my mind..and "God, Casey- you LOSER.. now she&lt;br /&gt;     has to pick up your stuff, because you are so f-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; lazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts came in my head in a nanosecond and left my head in a nanosecond. But that is the kind of talk that I have always done. If it is in regards to food, relationships, what I am worthy of, how I look etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Why did I eat that? I have NO self control..I am so gross.. no wonder I am so ugly and fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I can't go into that room of people and talk.. I am not nearly as pretty, I don't have a  &lt;br /&gt;     great         job, I don't have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;.. and what would I TALK to them about.. I will be THAT  &lt;br /&gt;     girl that sits in the corner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I don't deserve a nice purse like that-- maybe once I feel better about myself.. when I lose&lt;br /&gt;     weight.. when I feel prettier.. THEN I can get that purse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; to me how my  mind works.. why I self doubt and have this horrible self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esteem&lt;/span&gt; and self image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about all the blogs I read-- and how they are sunny and great, and everyone loves one another, and life is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRAAAANNND&lt;/span&gt;. I always read and walk away with a sense of "I want to be that happy.. that person is so in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOOOVVEEE&lt;/span&gt;... obviously they are doing something RIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at the friends in my life... and I realize *I* do the same things to them. "My life is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;!" "We never fight!" "I am doing GREAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are telling me all of their woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in my head I want them to see me as "doing GREAT!" as IN MY HEAD.. I am self doubting myself from here to Switzerland and back. (But of course I could never go to Switzerland because everyone is so beautiful... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gaaaaahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am on this blogger "island" that I used to be on when I would journal by hand, too. Only blog/journal the happy! Why remember the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;? I am not going to blog exactly how I feel as I don't want anyone to think I am a nutcase! When- in reality- if I would have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;journaled&lt;/span&gt;/blogged the crazy all along, I wouldn't be starting to see a therapist on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; and I am on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame her for NOTHING. She is doing what she is doing. She SHOULD be. She is very tidy, she follows through on things, she is focused. Where I am different... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; things take my attention away, I go from one thing to another to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, when I ask her "is something bothering her?" and she 97% of the time says "no- nothing" -- when there IS something bothering me... I don't want to tell her- as I will look that much weaker. She has never showed her weakness. Other than bugs. She can't kill bugs. But she grew up in a great family, that have all stuck together (mine is a bunch of wandering hippies and we are a  bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt;)...she has only had 3 jobs (I have had 1567 of them- and they all come with their own crazy story)...she is determined and when she puts her mind to it she does it (I float- I have great ideas that I will try for a bit... and then I get bored-- and then I move on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ARE DIFFERENT...it doesn't mean I love her any less. I just feel like no one out there ever talks about it-- so... it makes me feel like I am the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the crazy one--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- there you have it. This is a work in progress. This is me ranting and raving. This is me trying to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EXHALE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go take a shower... get on with my day.. put a smile on my face until I figure out how I CAN deal with my issues. As they are all mine---tied up in a rainbow colored bow. Because I couldn't figure out what color I liked best. And, if anyone else would like it-- as I wouldn't want to offend their color choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eyeroll&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3141022463912368339?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3141022463912368339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3141022463912368339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3141022463912368339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3141022463912368339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-everything-perfect-in-perfectville.html' title='Is everything perfect in Perfectville?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1850533120903206167</id><published>2010-10-29T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:07:20.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news story</title><content type='html'>This was on and I cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready universe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wisn.com/family/25514538/detail.html#COMMENTTOP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1850533120903206167?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1850533120903206167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1850533120903206167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1850533120903206167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1850533120903206167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/news-story.html' title='news story'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8536171278414440398</id><published>2010-10-27T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:25:18.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Fat girls nightmare... To have sales roleplaying video taped in front of you - and through every play back you are on a huge screen sitting in the background dead in between the role-players...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8536171278414440398?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8536171278414440398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8536171278414440398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8536171278414440398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8536171278414440398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7209479507644712224</id><published>2010-10-26T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:25:46.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mich'gnkid</title><content type='html'>There was this guy in grade school who was from Michigan. I never knew his name.. so I always called him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mich'gnkid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a hotel in Michigan.. I want to go out and do things like Ge0caching... but I am SO TIRED and it is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afreakin&lt;/span&gt;' hurricane out there. I am here for sales training.. which so far is going well. I have learned how to shake hands. How to leave a voicemail. Oh, and how to hand someone my business card. But at least I am learning this totally lame stuff in Michigan instead of Wisconsin....and I can take as long as I want in the shower....and then someone makes my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I miss my Mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DUH. I forgot to update everyone on my birthday: it rocked. I had some of my most favorite people around me, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laaauugghhed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laauuggghheed&lt;/span&gt; and drank too much. We went to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.charrorestaurante.com/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; and then we went to &lt;a href="http://www.comedysportzmilwaukee.com/main_page.html"&gt;this place &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebs&lt;/span&gt; made this AH-MAZING cake. Peanut butter and chocholate. I know.   Honestly. No words for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to do anything. Like I said in my last post, I am not a big birthday person. Everyone rallied and made it really nice. I am appreciative of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my TLC marathon. I think 19 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kiddles&lt;/span&gt; and counting is on tonight. Honestly.. they are STILL counting? yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7209479507644712224?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7209479507644712224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7209479507644712224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7209479507644712224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7209479507644712224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/michgnkid.html' title='Mich&apos;gnkid'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3017306215881149108</id><published>2010-10-22T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:37:08.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big changes'/><title type='text'>Tropical Destinations</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 37. I am not that girl who loves birthdays... and gets all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smooshy&lt;/span&gt; over them and loves to be pampered on them. Maybe someday I will be, but I am not there yet. I am thankful to have seen this many years - as there are many who aren't able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I have to go to &lt;a href="mailto:L@nsing"&gt;L@nsing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:Michig@n"&gt;Michig@n&lt;/a&gt;. All I know is between 8-5 I am going to be stuffed into a little classroom with 14 men learning sales crap. Then, I get to burrow into a fluffy king size bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my big change that is happening.. wait.. before I go there.. I just want to clarify that I do write about these "big changes" that I am always "going" to make in my life. I don't think that I am unlike anyone else who starts something and then it goes to the wayside. Perhaps it is just easier to count the fails when I am writing it down all the time. You would think it would be opposite, eh? Like.. I am blogging this- so there are people out there who are going to keep track of me.. so I BETTER follow through! Guess what? Doesn't happen like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I am going to be seeing a therapist. Starting on the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to be seeing her for the following issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Self worth - feeling worthy of .. well.. ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;2.  Self Esteem - in my head I am never enough (pretty,smart, outgoing, funny, cute, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etcetc&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Food addiction:&lt;br /&gt;    - I need to stop convincing myself that it is okay to eat (bad day/stressed/celebration etc)&lt;br /&gt;    - Eat only until full then STOP&lt;br /&gt;    - stop rationalizing the bad food (this is the only time I have eaten today so I am going to eat  &lt;br /&gt;        THIS)&lt;br /&gt;4. Get help getting over food anxiety - (I have to eat it all or it will be gone the next time I look   &lt;br /&gt;      for it) - which stems from my mom hiding the food when I was growing up... and the &lt;br /&gt;     comments that went along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are that by getting my HEAD straightened out, when I start WW AGAIN (for the 139028&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time) on November 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - that it will be the right combination for success. I am not looking for a miracle. I just want to be a little more normal when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you fair warning.. I will be blogging about this probably a lot. I know that so many of you come looking for baby updates. Well, I have done everything I can do - now it is out of my hands. I could blog each day about how I wish the phone would ring, or that when I didn't recognize the number on the caller i.d. I thought for SURE it was time-- instead it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walgre&lt;/span&gt;#&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, Big Changes Fall Edition 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3017306215881149108?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3017306215881149108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3017306215881149108' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3017306215881149108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3017306215881149108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/tropical-destinations.html' title='Tropical Destinations'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7849532706165305511</id><published>2010-10-16T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:23:37.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chchchhhhaannggess</title><content type='html'>Things are happening in my life right now that I am not able to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am excited for them none the less. They will make me a better, more self confident ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yanno&lt;/span&gt; when you thought you had friends, then, suddenly, they get sorted out for you? It is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a lot like Michael Scott (yeah- from the Office.) I tend to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;romanticize&lt;/span&gt; relationships. In my head I  make them more then what they really are. These are friendships, too. In  my head I think I have a friend (it takes a lot to get to be my f-word). I think we are on the same page, that we are partners in crime, that we may as well get matching tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality... not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. It is okay. I guess that happens when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. I will keep you all posted on Changes - Fall Edition 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7849532706165305511?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7849532706165305511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7849532706165305511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7849532706165305511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7849532706165305511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/chchchhhhaannggess.html' title='Chchchhhhaannggess'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4313942877130391762</id><published>2010-10-08T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:25:51.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fyi. THIS is what I would do.</title><content type='html'>I don't know about anyone else out there, but after hearing someones story about some personal issue that they are going through or something like that, I tend to think... "how would I handle that?". I don't think it is about judging someone, it is more about learning from what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance.. I have a co-worker whose significant other was in the hospital for a period of time. Nothing life threatening. I promise. It was for monitoring. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Okayfine&lt;/span&gt; she is pregnant... and she was on bed rest. In a VERY good hospital. Every night my coworker would leave work and go stay in the hospital. Every night. For four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have two dogs, they were moving apartments, but instead... she chose to go stay at the hospital. Her mom took the dogs and packed her apartment and cleaned the old place once the move happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... I get it... this is very noble. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blablahblahbalh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something that I could learn from and gave me an opportunity to open up a conversation with Mic that went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Honey... HONEY!... LISTEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic: "Yes dear.. I am listening" (obviously she is used to my random, completely out of the blue tangents that are increasingly becoming harder to follow the more I turn into my mother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Honey.. I need you to know.. if I am EVER in the hospital for a non life threatening reason... it just ISN'T necessary that you stay with me every night. You can just pop in.. tell me about your day... and then leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic: "oh.. oh.. um.. okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I look at her through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; eyes..."You wouldn't have stayed anyways would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic: "Is this where I am supposed to say I would never leave your side... because.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohnevermind&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with age and learning from past relationships comes a certain sense of independence. I love my "time". I know it is a pretty basic way of thinking - but the more time we have apart, the more we savor our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this month, we will celebrate our 5 year anniversary. When it is a celebration between she and I, we don't do big fancy things. Just knowing that she has chosen me and I her.. that is celebration enough. I feel so blessed that I have found someone who can (somehow) put up with my overly emotional tangents, my 100% desire to do something, start it... then get bored with it, my horrible habit of taking my socks of in bed.. then leaving them there, my night owl-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; and so many more things. Just as much as I adore her frankness, how smart she is, her crazy fear of killing bugs, her initial shyness when she meets new people and then, when she decides she feels comfortable enough--- lets them into her life with complete love.. and that is just the tip of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year is going to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doozy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaahh&lt;/span&gt;... 5 years together.... it feels like 15 minutes...under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;harhar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4313942877130391762?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4313942877130391762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4313942877130391762' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4313942877130391762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4313942877130391762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-that-have-come-up-in.html' title='fyi. THIS is what I would do.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6742193797789279433</id><published>2010-10-04T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:29:01.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>I hate local phone numbers.</title><content type='html'>Now, every time my phone rings and it is a local number, my heart stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to gods creation to deliver some info to a nice older woman who manages some senior living facilities. It was a convenient time to do it as I wanted NOTHING to do with "real work" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio was cranked the whole way up, I was singing, and I had- in my mind- already relocated to this SUPER CUTE TOWN. Simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull into the parking lot and as soon as I turn off the ignition, my phone rings. It is a local number. It rings again. And I think dearJESUScaseyYOU don't have ANY CreditorsAFTERyouJUSTpickUPtheDAMN PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi this is blahblah from Children Service Society--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard him say cssw... I almost fainted, and time completely stopped. In the ONE SECOND that came after CSSW I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the car seat is in the garage&lt;br /&gt;I am way the fork north of the city, he is on a cell phone the kid is in the car I can't get home for 45 minutes. Mic's emergency number is on my desk. The bottles aren't washed. My dear GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blahblah says, "I was wondering if you and Mic are still interested in becoming foster parents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respond... "Uh" "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to say that we had shown interest in foster parenting and hewaswonderingif.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are licensed already... we have been for a week...and I almost fainted because I thought you were calling me with placement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologized and shuffled papers and said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that was bound to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6742193797789279433?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6742193797789279433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6742193797789279433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6742193797789279433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6742193797789279433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-local-phone-numbers.html' title='I hate local phone numbers.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6351083305823162461</id><published>2010-09-27T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:48:10.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>as of 3:00 Monday, September 27th</title><content type='html'>Mic and I are licensed foster parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6351083305823162461?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6351083305823162461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6351083305823162461' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6351083305823162461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6351083305823162461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-of-300-monday-september-27th.html' title='as of 3:00 Monday, September 27th'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3766932230264240189</id><published>2010-09-26T22:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:51:52.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Another weekend comes to a close</title><content type='html'>They go by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual day up in Appleton for their Oktoberfest. It was a riot as always. I get to connect with some friends I don't see but this one day and we get to walk up and down "the ave" tasting lots of food. Somehow we always end up tasting lots of different shot specials at the bars on the ave. Thankfully I know when to say when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521435579251783954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TKAUZ8-BeRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/CuxIWi39oMY/s200/Tober+fest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle died this week. I didn't know him. It is odd to me to say that I don't know anyone on my dad's side of the family. He had 2 brothers, I think that was all. I don't think he had a sister. One brother lived on the St. Lawrence sea way. I can remember one time that we visited that area, though I don't remember where we stayed.. or what we did. Nor do I remember meeting that uncle. I think he died many years ago. My uncle that died this week lived in northern Wisconsin. He had 8 children.... I don't know who they are...but I think many of them worked on the railroad. For some reason I think a lot of my dad's family worked on the rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never really was something that I thought about until I heard he had a massive stroke. My dad drove up as soon as he heard, and he found the nursing home he was at. My dad sat by my uncles side, and spoke to him for hours while my uncle would squeeze my dad's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was happy he got to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that his kids rented a van and a wheelchair and took him to his favorite place on &lt;a href="mailto:Pelic@n"&gt;Pelic@n&lt;/a&gt; Lake. He spent two hours looking at the lake with is family surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for my dad. I wonder if he wanted to spend more time with is brother... had they ever thought about sharing holidays with us, for us to know the cousins, to travel to the lake to spend time together? I wonder what they are all like.. are they short tempered like my dad? Do they have this great laugh like we all do? Do they have squinty blue eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think.... will our child feel like this x's 3000000?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3766932230264240189?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3766932230264240189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3766932230264240189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3766932230264240189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3766932230264240189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-weekend-comes-to-close.html' title='Another weekend comes to a close'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TKAUZ8-BeRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/CuxIWi39oMY/s72-c/Tober+fest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1520444912302591766</id><published>2010-09-14T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:10:46.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>countless times..</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you all how often I have sat down to blog about things that have been churning in my head over the summer. Yet, every time I sit down I am sidetracked by something shiny like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Then my brain rots, and I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are turning, and this saddens me. It feels like 2.34 hours ago that I packed away the winter clothes.... now I just opened a container to get out a cuddly shirt (and prayed that it still fit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new responsibilities at work, I drive around all day to drop off marketing materials to apartment complexes and a bunch of other places. Another one of my responsibilities is to go to networking events. I have another one tomorrow morning. I loathe them. LOATHE. A room full of men who talk about sports and are looking for the exit door as soon as they enter, and women in power suits who THRIVE on this shit. I feel like it is my first day in high school and I am just trying not to trip in front of the senior girls. I convinced myself that I was in need of a shoulder padded power suit and a neckerchief. Thank god Mic talked me down off of that ledge. Instead I got a nice fitting pair of tweed pants and a cardigan. I am going for comfy-sophisticated. Very lesbian-chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my train of thought- I think I was going to talk about our beautiful city on this beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biiiiig&lt;/span&gt; lake and the new neighborhoods I have scouted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trees turning colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing on my mind this night is the worry I can't seem to shake. Anyone who knows me knows that I worry about everything. My most prevalent worry right now is for my parents. They are getting older. They just bought a condo in Florida... and drive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break down every time they leave thinking that this will be the last time. Then my parents and I have phone conversations about their days-- and they bring up the fact that "they aren't going to be around much longer" in almost every phone call. My heart breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not prepared to lose a parent. I know so many of my friends who have gone through that pain, and "blog friends" who are going through pain now. My heart hurts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my obsession with death is coming back to surface now that I am not at the funeral home on a full time basis anymore. There were so many times that I simply could NOT think of death one more time because I was inundated by it all day every day 8+ hours/day. But now-- I drive around in a car all day long. Just me and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am on a crazy train. Actually, the conductor of the crazy train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. now that I read this over, it SOUNDS like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to take time and go see my parents. I take time to bowl on a big gay bowling league. I take time to help friends, to see a personal trainer, to go on freaking &lt;a href="mailto:f@cebook"&gt;f@cebook&lt;/a&gt; 1203408 times a day..... I can TAKE TIME to go see my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;-- The summer was fun.. it was busy. We really didn't do anything super crazy insane outta your mind fun... at least it didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Brittany's supervisor will be getting our report on her desk. Then, I think it is maybe next week (??) that we get our license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so NOT in our control. I am kind of glad that I have other things on my brain instead of counting the days when something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maaayybeee&lt;/span&gt; will happen. I have given it all up to a higher power than myself. It isn't in my hands. That doesn't mean that I can't visit the consignment stores as if resale was my drug of choice. Now I have Mic hooked too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to bed so I can get up in time to get my hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straightened&lt;/span&gt; and my networking game face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't have scrambled eggs, again. *cringe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1520444912302591766?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1520444912302591766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1520444912302591766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1520444912302591766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1520444912302591766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/09/countless-times.html' title='countless times..'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1023050176575488087</id><published>2010-09-05T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:54:39.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby room update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought I would pass on a couple of poor quality &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt; photos of the progression of the baby's room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will still be more changes coming shortly... but we did what we had to do to make it look cute for Brittany on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please please please let everything go alright on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. I will be here by myself...and I don't want to have to make another "I'm freaking the f#*&amp;amp; out" phone call to my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2740.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2741.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2742.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2743.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the baby's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2745.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="210" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2746.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="210" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/2748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/05/s_2748.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="210" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- far from done, but we are getting there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1023050176575488087?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1023050176575488087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1023050176575488087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1023050176575488087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1023050176575488087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-room-update.html' title='baby room update'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2478700057556522069</id><published>2010-09-01T23:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:04:44.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom stuff crazies'/><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>Before we start-- am I the only one who thinks that uploading pictures and arranging them on your blog totally stinks??? Sorry about the randomness of the photos. I am one step away from throwing the mouse through the window. If our  basement had windows. I will do another post with just photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in your life when you realize how amazing your friends and family are. Ever since we have decided to go forward with our foster to adopt process, that realization has happened over and over again. People have given us their blessings, we have been in prayers, and have had candles lit in our names. We have had generous acts of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt; like our recent baby shower that our friends Becky and Nora hosted. They did an amazing job with the decorations, invitations, organization. Our good friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nonny&lt;/span&gt;, Angie, Mo, Greg and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; all had huge parts to play in it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was held on the 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;... it was a BEAUTIFUL day in Wisconsin, and I seriously couldn't have imagined a better time! It was under a pavilion, there was a breeze, lots of shade and clear blue skies beyond that. There were white table clothes, colorful flower centerpieces, huge cakes (yum!), everyone brought a dish to share and delicious grill food. No one had to stop their socializing to play games because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nonny&lt;/span&gt; thought of a great way to have them over to the side, and people could approach and take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; time to count the items in the bottles, guess what kind of food was in the jars, or count how many pins were in the rice... they got to write down their answers and put them in a box... for judging to be at the end of the party. Then awesome prizes were given out. There was even a station to paint your own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt; for the baby! People got really creative and I loved EVERY single one of them! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; made her award winning cookies and everyone left with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag! There was an adorable plate set out that everyone was able to sign... by the end of the day, there was no room left! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tlVdn8tI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PIkdZ08Gc2Q/s1600/Shields+Onsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174588364583634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tlVdn8tI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PIkdZ08Gc2Q/s200/Shields+Onsie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tklbmh-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6IGxV3UkUoU/s1600/onesie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174575471200226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tklbmh-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6IGxV3UkUoU/s200/onesie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onsies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174570141504338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tkRk501I/AAAAAAAAAcw/-U6d5YrFmoI/s200/monster+cake.jpg" /&gt; Holy Monster Cake!!! This was at least 12 inches high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174562290982690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tj0VMXyI/AAAAAAAAAco/8TwIVyOEra0/s200/Chattin%27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chattin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone was so generous with their gift giving! I think everyone feels like they are getting a little one in THEIR lives as well as ours. This will be a loved, shared :) baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is so much more I could write about this day--- we sat and talked and talked and laughed for over 6 hours... and it was finally the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; that drove us out, otherwise we would have been there for even longer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512171309823937170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8qmf8nypI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RMKwLEOhyVE/s320/Grillers.jpg" /&gt;The Grill Masters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512171293837116386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8qlkZEQ-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/VRZ3a-25NUg/s320/Grill+Master+II.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grill Master's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512171284990808194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8qlDb8UII/AAAAAAAAAcA/B112safE2lk/s320/Cheesecake+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate dipped cheesecake with raspberry filling... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LISH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512171273567410722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8qkY4ZGiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zD-jVbkEdeg/s320/Center+Flowers.jpg" /&gt;The flowers that were on the tables&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am blessed.... and this baby is sure going to be a welcomed little bundle!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2478700057556522069?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2478700057556522069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2478700057556522069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2478700057556522069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2478700057556522069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/TH8tlVdn8tI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PIkdZ08Gc2Q/s72-c/Shields+Onsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3006698545052700955</id><published>2010-08-23T22:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:27:17.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>tick. tick. tick.</title><content type='html'>n the beginning of this process I really felt like Brittany could care less about us and our journey to become a family. I am trying to change my tune. I have to have faith that she has our best interest at heart. Tonight was our "tying up of loose ends" night. Tonight she was in our home for about 20 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. These are the nights that I struggle. Why can't we extend them, why cant this process that is so intrusive (for good reason, I understand) why can't it be just a big more quick? Our final walk through has now been set back to the 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of September. One week later then expected. At this point, as much as I was kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;-- it is one week. It will actually be nice to have a bit of extra time. Exciting news-- this baby will be welcomed into (if by good thoughts only-- hugs and kisses will be down the road a bit, of course) by all of it's new aunts and uncles this weekend. Our friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and Nora are throwing a shower for Mic and I, with help from Amy, Mo, Greg, Angie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebs&lt;/span&gt;. I am nervous. I am nervous that people will be gathering for us. To celebrate something that hasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; yet. For something that is out of our control.... and may take ....well who KNOWS how long? We will be getting together at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a park in&lt;/span&gt; Br*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okfield&lt;/span&gt;. I am just so happy that I will get to see so many of my friends and family in one place-- on one day-- THAT makes me happy :) I hope to have lots of pictures to add here and to put in the baby book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mic finished up the painting upstairs... of course, NOTHING else is completed...but I at least thought I would share with you the progress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2899.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the top of the stairs - there is a nook that there will be shelves and bin things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2900.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the top of the stairs - that brown wood thing will have chalkboard paint in it for the bambino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2902.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom looking in - rocker courtesy of my sister and the dresser is mine from my childhood that will act as a changing table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2903.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side of the room- isn't the crib pretty? Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2904.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2905.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the playroom - that is a futon for a mom when the stairs become a beotch. We painted the room white and maybe one of our artsy friends will come over for a spruce up. ImtalkinboutyouRebs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2906.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelf where more bins will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2907.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures for the playroom walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/2908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/23/s_2908.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3006698545052700955?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3006698545052700955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3006698545052700955' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3006698545052700955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3006698545052700955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/08/tick-tick-tick.html' title='tick. tick. tick.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8174938473987114967</id><published>2010-08-18T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:18:31.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guess where I am?</title><content type='html'>The funeral home. They needed some help tonight. Technically I have been here for 3 hours. I am going to only be able to put about an hour and a half down on my time card ... I can always count on my old coworkers here for some crazy good gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of nice to be back for a few hours... to know what I am doing...to realize why I left :) As I sit here with 13 registrations boxes in front of me. 13. I know what Laura (the woman who took my place) is going through. I can just imagine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; Ambition shuffling around and screaming after Big Boss. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;...  fun times.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ffuuuuunnnttiimmmesss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8174938473987114967?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8174938473987114967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8174938473987114967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8174938473987114967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8174938473987114967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-where-i-am.html' title='guess where I am?'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4186940358502685526</id><published>2010-08-16T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:15:00.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Can you comment on this one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4186940358502685526?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4186940358502685526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4186940358502685526' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4186940358502685526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4186940358502685526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-5363102871441856511</id><published>2010-08-15T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:03:10.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>moooooo</title><content type='html'>Wisconsin State Fair has been going on for the last 12 days. Also, for the last 11 days it has been over 90 degrees and one zillion percent humidity.  Though my work, I was given 6 free tickets and decided that it would be best to go on Saturday after our 1st of 2 adoption classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Maurice and Greg came down to join in the hot, sweaty, farm animal fun. We met more friends there and had a crazy, sweaty, frizzy hair time. We found rum and rainbow margaritas....and the night ended with a cab ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YesterDAY&lt;/span&gt; we had the class. During my freak out conversation with Anne last week, she mentioned that Milw@ukee has about 700 foster homes, and twice that in foster kids... and those are just licensed foster homes.... that DOESN'T mean that they are all willing to take more kids. So, I questioned the leader of the class (she is a supervisor in the organization). I asked about how many licensed foster homes there are....she said about 700 (Anne was right), and she added that the workers under her supervision oversee about 120 licensed homes. I asked how many of those homes are accepting new kids? She said... oohhh....ummmmm.....lemmmeeee 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean they are all taking infants. That doesn't mean they all want to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at math. Most days there are at least 2 occasions that I have to count on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am pretty sure that somehow, that creates pretty good odds for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless all of those children in need. I ask the universe to guide one of them to us.  I have faith that will happen. 100% faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic has her personal interview tomorrow. I have to ride around in a beverage cart at a golf outing and give away 200 can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;koozies&lt;/span&gt;.  I am going to make this the fastest distribution of 200 can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;koozies&lt;/span&gt; in the history of distributing can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;koozies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-5363102871441856511?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5363102871441856511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/5363102871441856511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/08/moooooo.html' title='moooooo'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4524768665720683739</id><published>2010-08-12T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:30:11.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*blank stare*</title><content type='html'>The private interview went fine and then ms. Brittany said some stuff about some crap and she totally burst my bubble. Maybe it is my altered hormonal state - but it left me kinda empty. I GET that nothing is 100%. I GET that we may have to wait a long time to be placed with a child that fits our situation. I understand, Brittany. She continues to be a Debbie Downer. "we NEVER get babies"..."it just DOESN'T HAPPEN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to call Anne to have her talk me down. I have to keep the faith that things will work out. Today was challenging to remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4524768665720683739?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4524768665720683739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4524768665720683739' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4524768665720683739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4524768665720683739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/08/blank-stare.html' title='*blank stare*'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1151716843495222041</id><published>2010-08-10T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:35:43.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>Black hole</title><content type='html'>Somehow it is already August 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world did the summer go? It is amazing (and really freaky) how fast time goes by when you aren't counting moments...but instead just enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been wonderful. It REALLY has. A simple wonderful summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been amazing.. we have been drawing bonuses.. and today, my job consisted of scheduling and working on the holiday party in December and our office party in September... which, part of THAT was taking down everyone's drink of choice for the limo ride down to Ry@n Br@un's Waterfront (on the Milw@ukee river) ...and then to Comedy Sportz and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;list out what bars we are going to be visiting after that....and map the route to everyone's home so we all have a safe ride. Who DOES that? Me. I do. Oh, and on Monday- I have to go to a golf outing all day and ride around in a beverage cart putting can koozies (pronounced kooo-zeeee) on peoples bottles of beer. I think I got this one. My biggest fear is that my big biznizz is going to weigh down the beverage cart and it isn't going to be able to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that is what I get for being a fattie fattie boom ba laddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just say'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl Brit is coming over tomorrow for for my private interview. Then on Monday is Mic's private interview. Then we have a total of 9 hours of classes the two following Saturday's and then the FINAL WALK THROUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about that-- other then I can't believe this is all happening. I simply can not believe it. I have been wanting this whole process to be over so we can start the waiting process....and it is going to be wrapped up this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could possibly have a baby by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But-- with that said... now that everything is rolling..I am not obsessing. Mic and I have been very driven to get things done..to have friend filled weekends and to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;. When we get the room done, of course I will take some pictures. Right now, it is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all are well-- sorry for the lack of updates, but I have been reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1151716843495222041?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1151716843495222041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1151716843495222041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1151716843495222041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1151716843495222041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/08/black-hole.html' title='Black hole'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4976715208974165531</id><published>2010-07-29T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:35:47.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>any</title><content type='html'>new parent or preparing parent know of any good baby book appropriate for a baby with 2 moms and that was adopted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(before I typed it, I thought "maybe I shouldn't ask, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; then it wont happen, but we need to prepare for when it does, but what if it doesn't, then I will have a baby book")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but I typed it anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man, I need a therapist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ciw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit- dearest m, thank you for your kind words... I should have clarified -- I mean a baby book that you paste stuff in and list things --- kinda like a scrap book :) xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4976715208974165531?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4976715208974165531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4976715208974165531' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4976715208974165531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4976715208974165531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/any.html' title='any'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3035954939653810615</id><published>2010-07-26T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:49:36.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom stuff crazies'/><title type='text'>nooo jinxies!</title><content type='html'>I am so weird about the possibility of being jinxed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Donnn't&lt;/span&gt; SAY IT!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DON'TSAYITORITWONT&lt;/span&gt; HAPPEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Brit got the ball rolling by telling us we are fine- we can tell- we can get excited. So, we have been FAR more open about talking about it-- telling-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yabba&lt;/span&gt; dabbing. We got together with friends for a fire to celebrate a new job- and their child, Mack, hugged Mic, crying..thanking her for giving her a "cousin" that she can be a role model for. Crying. CRYING. dear god. There wasn't a dry eye in the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has decided to throw us a baby shower. I was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about telling her "no".... "we don't need one...how about we have a celebration when we finally DO get a child... it could be months, YEARS!" Her reply was that we are loved, that people are excited for us and want to celebrate NOW.  That people who are pregnant get to have showers, so should you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Mic about it, and decided that if people want to throw a celebration now, than we will let them! Every time we talk about it, we are in tears. How blessed are we to have a group of people who are as excited about having a child in their lives as WE are?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope this isn't going to jinx it, but our friends are throwing us a shower at the end of August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;all of the &lt;/span&gt; input from my last post.... I love hearing all of the experiences other parents have had... it helps SO MUCH. The feedback from my email has been overwhelmingly sweet. I have gotten a TON of great information - and I am taking it all to heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3035954939653810615?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3035954939653810615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3035954939653810615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3035954939653810615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3035954939653810615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/nooo-jinxies.html' title='nooo jinxies!'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6746547972969435715</id><published>2010-07-22T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:43:48.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom stuff crazies'/><title type='text'>this made me cry</title><content type='html'>As I stated in my last update, I sent out a mass email and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; message to all moms, dad and grandparents that I know looking for advice.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my email to my peeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mic and I are really excited to share some news and ask some advice from all of you lovely people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As  some of you may know, we are well on our way to becoming licensed  foster parents with the intention of adopting a newborn baby! Per our  social worker, we will be ready for licensing in September... We are  trilled at this amazing direction our lives are taking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are  believers of that old saying "it takes a village to raise a child", but  we also believe it takes a village to raise good parents :) We both come  from amazing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279841738_25"&gt;loving families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,  but lets face the facts, it has been a while since the W*@&amp;amp; family  grandchildren have been babies, and this will be a first for the K@(#$ family! When you are actually preparing your home for a new member, it  is a LOT different then being the "fun aunt".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is where we  need help. We need ADVICE!  We have walked in big box stores looking for baby items, became  completely overwhelmed, and walked out. Where do we start? What do we  do? What we really need to know from you parents and grandparents, what  was an absolute need for a baby, and what is a big waste of money? What  is the very best advice you can pass along to new parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know there are some of you in the bunch that love to give advice, and this time we will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks in advance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casey and Mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the NICEST emails, and they all have made me tear up and feel so loved...I plan on saving all of them. I wasn't sure what kind of response I would get from my mom and dad, as, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt;, they are old school.. and well, as much as they love Mic, I am sure they have it in the back of their mind that I will, someday, meet the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Casey and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279841616_0"&gt;Mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your union is unique and Dad and I pray that your special gift from God will make your union complete.....A FAMILY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The glue that will bind you together is LOVE...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The two things that are not available in the big box stores but so IMPORTANT......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know that the two of you will exhibit these qualities during this awesome time of parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279841616_1"&gt;good sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything else will fall into place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We love you both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM&amp;amp;DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..... and I cried.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this is the first time they have said anything like this to me about the relationship that Mic and I share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. I am, once again, blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6746547972969435715?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6746547972969435715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6746547972969435715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6746547972969435715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6746547972969435715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-made-me-cry.html' title='this made me cry'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3107562804980762552</id><published>2010-07-21T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:00:24.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom stuff crazies'/><title type='text'>oh brit.</title><content type='html'>Another meeting tucked securely under our belts. If we wore them. Apparently fat people don't need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is another rant for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we got lil' ol' Brittany to crack a smile. She may be warming up to our quirky ways. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news? oh yeah. It wont be October that we will be licensed in, it will be SEPTEMBER. Can I get an 0prah "hall-le-loo-yeerr"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone into full on panic mode and have group emailed everyone I know that has ever been a parent asking for their advice... and I ask you the same....  What do we NEED? What is a big ol' waste of money? How do you even know which onsies to buy? THERE ARE A TRILLION!! What is the best brand of diapers? Now that the drop side crib crud has been discussed, what about the bumpers-- apparently those are like a big maxi pads ready to suck the life out of a child??? DEAR JEBUS... where in the world do we start????? Do we need one of those tacos???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3107562804980762552?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3107562804980762552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3107562804980762552' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3107562804980762552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3107562804980762552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-brit.html' title='oh brit.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4463088008080838519</id><published>2010-07-13T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:55:16.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cribs.</title><content type='html'>We have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it is "too old fashioned looking" for Mic. I wasn't really sure what this meant, as I grew up in a house of "old fashioned".  My mom was (is) an antique dealer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Come'on&lt;/span&gt;. Old is where it is AT, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she has informed me that she wants a different one. I couldn't argue too much, as I have taken this decorating gig and have run with it. If she wants a crib, I am going to have to find one. Mission style. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeow&lt;/span&gt;. Resale shops, here I come. I draw the line at (or prior to??) buying new, especially since we have a FREE CRIB in our garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... apparently there were some issues with cribs... the kind that the side lowers??  Like the kind that EVERYONE has had since the dawn of time...and now they make them solid, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;a side that lowers. This is a complete newsflash to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained it to Mic...thankfully (or frighteningly) she was just as clueless as I. I asked how in the hell am I (typical 5'3 short armed pudgy girl) supposed to lower this kid into a crib that I would hardly be able to reach over??? She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; (for real) and said that I would have to wrap the child up like a burrito and get one of those grabber things that old people use to get cans of soup off of their top shelf....and lower the child in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slipped my mind to share with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt; readers that while Mic and I were visiting with my parents over the weekend, my mom gave me the my baby blanket my grandma knitted me, and my communion dress (which my mom made me).  It was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; and was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; sign that they are coming around to this idea. I looked at the dress and said, I hope we are able to get a girl, because this would look kind of silly on a boy. And my dad replied with a funny reference to "a boy named Sue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents, and sometimes I don't give them enough credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I suppose I should get used to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4463088008080838519?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4463088008080838519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4463088008080838519' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4463088008080838519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4463088008080838519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/cribs.html' title='cribs.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2900974198620463711</id><published>2010-07-12T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:45:44.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>not much to report.  This summer has already been flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have mentioned this before... at work there is another big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' lesbian and she and her partner are having twins! It is really exciting to hear all the updates and find out what they are buying and all that fun stuff. In the beginning it was hard hearing about all the tummy movements, birthing classes and all that fun stuff.... now, though, I am over it. I like the fact that she is talking about all the yuck, too....the hemorrhoids, vomiting, doctor bills, expense etc etc. Suddenly I am fine with foster/adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my camera going. I should do some before and after shots of the rooms upstairs, and all that fun stuff so I have something to share. That and the freaking garden is crazy! I wish you all were closer so I could pawn off some crazy reproducing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; and cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: it may appear by this post that I say "fun stuff" 143 times a day. No. I don't. Sometimes my vocabulary matches that of at least a 6th grader. Shocking, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2900974198620463711?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2900974198620463711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2900974198620463711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2900974198620463711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2900974198620463711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/well.html' title='well.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6737200425841122991</id><published>2010-07-05T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:56:45.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smoosh it together, please.</title><content type='html'>She was here for just a tad over 45 minutes. Our next meeting is in two weeks. Apparently she doesn't know we have been waiting for this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask her to kick it into high gear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6737200425841122991?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6737200425841122991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6737200425841122991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6737200425841122991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6737200425841122991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/smoosh-it-together-please.html' title='smoosh it together, please.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-7114477698729381411</id><published>2010-07-02T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:36:35.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f'/><title type='text'>What the??!??!</title><content type='html'>I feel totally disconnected from my blogger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; world since I got a job that I actually have to WORK at. No longer am I cranking out my work as fast as I can, and have hours alone in the quiet... now it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gogogogogogooooo&lt;/span&gt; all the TIME. I am not complaining. Time goes really fast, the owners are SO appreciative of all of our hard work, and I do a job that I can not only make a lot of money doing, but it will change all the time. No longer death day in and day out. I haven't read the death notices since the day I left. It is actually quite freeing.... and there is not one single piece of gold furniture or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; painting of a serene, calming scene in the whole damn office.  Granted, I have to deal with some ghetto fabulous people... and when you read that 'ghetto', say it in your head more like... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GGHhhhheeettttOHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;" ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lordy&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gots'em&lt;/span&gt; here in M-town. And how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma used to say that.   "Casey, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vinca&lt;/span&gt; vine in the backyard looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, and HOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to bring that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. ...  it comes down to this: I would much rather deal with ghetto then death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you are all on the edge of your seat waiting patiently for an update on how my "alone" time went with my Brittany. Well, it didn't.  She had to cancel, and we are having a new meeting on Monday with Mic. So, thank the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;big'ol&lt;/span&gt; universe that I don't have to go over financials by myself. I was having poo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gency's&lt;/span&gt; everyday just THINKING about it!!!! So, I will have a NEW more FABULOUS update after Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then those biggies, I have been super busy with a zillion other things and enjoying every moment. Tomorrow we are heading down to the lakefront for our annual firework extravaganza, and I am sure I will have pictures from that. I posted about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;... it is so crazy to think how many people are down there.. our friend Nora went down THIS morning to rope off our plot and put up a tent. She hit gold when she found a good shade tree that is part of our land. It is kind of like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;farmville&lt;/span&gt; come alive, take away the farm animals, veggies, barns and replace them with brats, beer and fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful  holiday weekend, start traditions and enjoy those that already are. We may not have all the rights in this country that we desire, but I have faith that someday we will... we are actually quite lucky, and how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-7114477698729381411?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/7114477698729381411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=7114477698729381411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7114477698729381411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/7114477698729381411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/07/what.html' title='What the??!??!'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3985361673791912683</id><published>2010-06-21T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:15:06.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>we tight like that.</title><content type='html'>You know.. me and  my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;, Brittany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just looking too much into the way she wanted to "see me again" for a "private interview". Yeah. We all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that the first interview is tucked tightly under our belt. The next interview is Wednesday. Just me and her.... and all of our financial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ickyness&lt;/span&gt;. I will now be obsessing until then.  The classes we need to take are in August. Hurry up and wait! Thank the universe it isn't the middle of winter and I was snowed in and waiting. I would need medication.  I have a feeling we will have a long wait until it is our time, so, I suppose I should get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a long list of smoke detectors to put up. We already have 4 in our house.  Our house is a crackerjack box....literally. I suppose one can never have TOO many smoke detectors to wave a magazine in front of every time I decide to cook.  We also need to buy a  fire extinguisher and some cabinet locks. Not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Mark's comment in my last post.... that made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;. I was FREAKING OUT before she got here, about the candles not being lit, and what if a tumbleweed of fur goes by while she is sitting here, Cosmo drops ass, or WHAT IF... ugh. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. She loved the house, and neither Cosmo or I dropped ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3985361673791912683?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3985361673791912683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3985361673791912683' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3985361673791912683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3985361673791912683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-tight-like-that.html' title='we tight like that.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-990514100205482433</id><published>2010-06-15T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:36:15.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>vroom</title><content type='html'>A person from the Ch1ldrens Serv1ces called today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call her Brittany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is coming over on Monday for our first walk through. She wanted to come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holymotheroffreain'god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday will be good. It will give me time to de-dog hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-990514100205482433?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/990514100205482433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=990514100205482433' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/990514100205482433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/990514100205482433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/06/vroom.html' title='vroom'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-994125429166128648</id><published>2010-06-13T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:27:21.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><title type='text'>Milw@ukee Pride and breaking the news</title><content type='html'>I am not really in the mood to write, and I don't know exactly why I sat down at the computer. I am hoping that by taking my mind off of other things happening that are disappointing, and concentrating on the good, I will change my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the Milwaukee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pridefest&lt;/span&gt;! We had a really wonderful weekend...it probably landed real close to the top of the "Best Pride Yet" pride scale.  Milwaukee is really blessed with a large Pride, and I have written about it before. Three days, on the shores of Lake Michigan, multiple stages, a very large "club" tent, kids areas, heath and wellness areas, fireworks... this year the headliners were Kathy Griffin, Patti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;La Belle&lt;/span&gt;, and Joan Rivers. I found a lot of really great entertainment on smaller stages, though. Today (Sunday) was the Pride parade, which was pretty okay.  The coolest thing about the parade was that there was an airshow going on at the lakefront as well-- and every once in a while the Blue Angels (???) would fly over in formation. There was a guy there from Minnesota who was not only straight but has never been to a pride parade before, and I had him convinced that the fly overs were set up just for the gays. I had him for a while, too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the places around this country that have NO pride events or gatherings, and I feel pretty lucky to have ours. It was so nice to see so many families with children, parents with their gay teens, and older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pflag&lt;/span&gt; parents.... It  was a really nice atmosphere. I have difficulty when we turn the corner, though, and there are the groups of... well.. I don't know.. I don't want to call names, or anything.. but, like.. the leather guys with asses hanging out, the women with everything but leaves over their boobs, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;furries&lt;/span&gt;, or the just... "different" people....in a crowd of already kinda different people.   I always freak out thinking-- okay--- what if a straight family or couple came down to the fest trying to be open minded or wanted to teach their kids about diversity etc.... what would they say when they saw those fest-goers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad for me to wish for normality in my community? Just a little more blending in, please. But yet, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it is just me who feels uncomfortable... and * I * should figure out why the actions of others affect me that way. Because really, what they do is their business, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the news stations and cameras gravitate towards the odd ducks. They are the ones who make the 10:00 broadcast... and I cringe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it like that at all Prides? How do you feel about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of that (which, honestly, doesn't come in the way of me having a great time), it was TONS of fun.  I laughed hard. I love my friends. I don't have many, but those that I let in, I am blessed to have. I dropped Mic and her friend Wendy off at the gates this afternoon, and I am waiting to hear from them to go scoop them in the car and bring them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news.... our references for the foster/adoption have received their paperwork. They are filling it all out. It is so weird. It is all moving FORWARD!!!  Because of the quickness of this happening combined with Mic's procrastination... we never got a chance to tell her mom and dad of our plans.... and Mic listed them as references. So, once I heard from one of MY references... we realized that mom and dad would have gotten THEIR paperwork, and we would have to tell them over speaker phone. NOT the way I had it all worked up in my head. I didn't even get to use the props I have been holding onto for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good... Mic's mom cried.. her dad was steady... and Mic bawled.  It actually was really touching. They are thrilled. Mic's mom promptly told us that she will have to get a second job so she can spoil the kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt;- and that she hopes we are blessed before Christmas. Mic was on the ball and instructed them that anything they buy said kid will remain at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, she is smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of pictures of the weekend to download, lots more on my mind.... but I really just want to go drink some water to get over this rum and french fry induced bloat and go to bed. It is so weird.. at my new job I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look update my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; I have to take the phone into the bathroom with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-994125429166128648?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/994125429166128648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=994125429166128648' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/994125429166128648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/994125429166128648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/06/milwukee-pride-and-breaking-news.html' title='Milw@ukee Pride and breaking the news'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-100116433558554269</id><published>2010-06-02T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:58:21.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip!</title><content type='html'>I am in the second day (Monday was a holiday, of course) of my week off before starting my new job.  I have been taking advantage of this time and doing really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; fun things like..... matching socks, cleaning out my car, cleaning out the fridge and... CLEANING it, laundry, scrubbing the shower... you know, those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awwweessommee&lt;/span&gt; activities. *insert eye roll and sarcastic mouth scrunch here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then starting last night I started having fun. My friend Anne called me and said. "I AM BREAKING OUT... I am going to get ice cream and you are coming with me.... I have the mini van and I am picking you up." I can't tell you how much I needed to get out of the house last night. My hormones were all over the board, and ice cream was the medicine that I needed. We had a great conversation and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up (a little late) and headed on a road trip to Oshkosh to see my dear and old friend, Amy - I affectionately call her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nonny&lt;/span&gt; after a Violent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Femmes&lt;/span&gt; song. I had my driving music  blasting on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, and the weather was perfect. We sat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dabba'd&lt;/span&gt; at her house for a while, went to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deeelish&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;za&lt;/span&gt; at Cr@nky Pat's.. and then we went to take her daughter, Fiona, to a playground. This is where I broke out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;geocaching&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nonny&lt;/span&gt; has made fun of me for enjoying this since the moment I mumbled an explanation of what it was. She swore up and down that it was  nerdy. Well, folks.... I converted another. Do I get a toaster oven for THIS too? (that is a lesbian joke, Non.) We picked up her son, Finnegan, from school and took HIM to find some caches, too. No luck on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/02/2298.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/02/s_2298.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really fun day together. I wish we were able to see each other more often. I hope my future son/daughter *knock on wood* will get to know his/her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nonny&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle Mikey and their cousins well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oconomowoc&lt;/span&gt; happens to be on my way home-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.. or at least I made it that way so I could stop and surprise my parents. They love that... since I am their "littlest angel" I know, gag me, right? NO. I AM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hhaha&lt;/span&gt;.. They quickly set a plate for me, made me some fish and we gabbed away. We were watching the birds at the feeders, I explained at mine (outside my bedroom window, nonetheless) I am getting nothing but rats with wings. Gross city birds. I want colorful. As we were sitting there... there were robins, blue jays, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cardinals&lt;/span&gt; and yellow finch. Then, a turkey came out of the woods and was wandering around. As we sat there and watched it, my dad mentioned that he hasn't seen a deer lately, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;... a deer and a little baby deer.. what are those called.. fawns, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty deer, um... I know there is a word for them. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt;. He was like..."holy hell.. that is the weirdest thing ever". I said he should mention something about not winning the lottery lately, either. But, that didn't work... or at least not yet.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MUUAAAHHAHAHAAAA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to change out my bike seat to a less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vag&lt;/span&gt; numbing seat, and go for a ride with a bunch of old lesbians. I hope I don't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. application has been sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-100116433558554269?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/100116433558554269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=100116433558554269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/100116433558554269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/100116433558554269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-trip.html' title='Road trip!'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-2558546814258662033</id><published>2010-05-30T08:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:20:19.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just something to get used to</title><content type='html'>We arrived to the class about fifteen minutes early as instructed- and the person "in charge" had no idea why we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally other people showed up, and someone from the program showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and one free chip clip later, we left with applications in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The will be in the mail by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are planting, gardening, dirt hauling, weed picking.... and I am pretty sure I will have enough time for wine drinking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoy the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-2558546814258662033?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/2558546814258662033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=2558546814258662033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2558546814258662033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/2558546814258662033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-something-to-get-used-to.html' title='just something to get used to'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3192494481117260905</id><published>2010-05-29T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:46:17.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just the start</title><content type='html'>Today we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;up'n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attm&lt;/span&gt;... getting ready to drive to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ymca&lt;/span&gt; downtown and have our first meeting of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even tell Mic, lovingly nicknamed 72 degrees...is hovering around 80 or so. She is bubbly today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the applications today and my plan is to have them filled out by the end of Monday evening in order to mail in on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3192494481117260905?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3192494481117260905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3192494481117260905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3192494481117260905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3192494481117260905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-start.html' title='just the start'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-1511526757066602714</id><published>2010-05-19T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:30:16.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the moolah.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you are as crazy about saving money as I am. Clipping coupons is like an addiction to me.... I can't tell you how I L-O-O-O-vvveee finding something for less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added two new sites to my blog roll over there -----&gt; that help me find even more deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Check'em&lt;/span&gt;, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-1511526757066602714?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/1511526757066602714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=1511526757066602714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1511526757066602714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/1511526757066602714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/save-moolah.html' title='Save the moolah.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-8024578395181906643</id><published>2010-05-17T13:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:34:32.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Fancy Funeral Home Slang:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flower Room Conference&lt;/strong&gt;: [&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flou&lt;/span&gt;-er][room, room][&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kon&lt;/span&gt;-fer-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhns&lt;/span&gt;, -&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fruhns&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a meeting for consultation or discussion: a conference between a student and his adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;2. to hold or participate in a conference or series of conferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-verb-ishy sorta (kinda)&lt;br /&gt;3. a security camera view of the flower room - followed with the phrase "shit is about to hit the&lt;br /&gt;fan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; Ambition and El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snoro&lt;/span&gt; are having a Flower Room Conference.... shit is gonna hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/17/1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/17/s_1443.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-8024578395181906643?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/8024578395181906643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=8024578395181906643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8024578395181906643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/8024578395181906643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/fancy-funeral-home-slang.html' title='Fancy Funeral Home Slang:'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-6393329352734038172</id><published>2010-05-17T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:05:07.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><content type='html'>How fun! We hung out in dive bars, saw my niece compete in Mad Hot Ballroom and won 4th place AND an award for a composition she wrote about her experience. Went on a beautiful urban bike ride and spent all day Sunday with my parents. I even took them geocaching... I think my dad really dug it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing the amount of weight that is removed from your shoulders when you release it. I had no idea I was carrying all that around!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- side note. Mic and I had brunch with two of her way-back friends. Mic thought it was a good idea to tell them about our plans. This couple went through many an attempt at IVF and lost a baby. They chose not to go for any type of adoption.  I was nervous to tell them about our plans as I honestly didn't know how they were going to take it. They get really touchy (which is totally natural) when it comes to talk about babes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took it as well as they were able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least that is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-6393329352734038172?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/6393329352734038172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=6393329352734038172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6393329352734038172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/6393329352734038172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-4466800592556303619</id><published>2010-05-14T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:06:16.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>my stomach.</title><content type='html'>I am freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell them that I am leaving?!??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Ambition is gonna fall out! OUT I SAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell them Monday morning. What do I write in my letter of resignation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here all smiles and my brain is at my new job, I feel so evil. I feel guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts from this guilt. Gah I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-4466800592556303619?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/4466800592556303619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=4466800592556303619' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4466800592556303619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/4466800592556303619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-stomach.html' title='my stomach.'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352342632236629246.post-3245870674249791429</id><published>2010-05-13T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:46:09.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster/Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>dadaduummmmmm..</title><content type='html'>I am accepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put in my two weeks on Monday. (they will not take this well.) I am taking a week off to chill, have lunch with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;, and regroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way around it. This is happening for a reason... I can't question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are prepared for me to leave for maternity leave when project Get-A-Kid happens, they have a plan for me for the next several years. The job will really push me. I am nervous.... but it is either be pushed or sit here and rot...and end up on anti-depressants... like the rest of the full timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**great***&lt;br /&gt;Mic just called. We have to re-schedule the foster/adopt meeting for nine days later. I feel like crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352342632236629246-3245870674249791429?l=me-n-she.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/feeds/3245870674249791429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352342632236629246&amp;postID=3245870674249791429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3245870674249791429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352342632236629246/posts/default/3245870674249791429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-she.blogspot.com/2010/05/dadaduummmmmm.html' title='dadaduummmmmm..'/><author><name>C.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10890516431378576205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJYE2A2rb0k/S-BNfija78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/CRRyghGZBSA/S220/head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
