<?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-5234290396363823819</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:25:04.143-08:00</updated><category term='picture of Mamaw about 12 years ago.'/><title type='text'>my mind what little is left</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about my life, family, forgetting, getting old.  And what is driving me out of my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-6373393539345400848</id><published>2009-11-26T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:33:49.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing till I cried</title><content type='html'>So I know gasp!  She blogged, I bet you all thought I was injured or something!  Anyhow I know I am a sad writer.  I am just more of a talker not a writer, but I have been having such a good thanksgiving I thought I would share... So yesterday, we refer to it as pre-thanksgiving, was very busy, I had pies to make and told the girls they cou.ld help.  Everyone who has kids knows any kid help always takes twice as long, but how else can you teach them to do it unless they actually try it first.  So I have been working lots and so my house was also very messy and so I asked Brian to clean up with me and so we all pitched in and in about a hour or so we had a decent looking family room and kitchen, then we made the pies and since the day was so full we had a slap together dinner, of frito chili pie and hotdogs.  Jeana meanwhile had decided to have one of her shows with tickets and dressing up as usually she had on her fancy dress up clothes and some glitzy little high heels when she came to dinner.  Jana was telling us a story about what had happened at school...So Jana and her friend were in her Math teacher's class and discussing you know that movie that half the world is freaking out about.. New Moon and the friend and the teacher were discussing how they only went to see it because they thought a certain character was hot.   Jana and the other girl thought it was funny that this teacher thought someone was hot and when the rest of the class came in they tried to get the teacher to tell what they had been talking about and the teacher said  I don't want to sound like a pedophile... but when Jana told the story she pronounced it PITA FILE... which made me laugh cause I immediately thought of pita bread with metal files sticking out with alfalfa sprouts and the more I tried not to laugh the more I did.  I told everyone else what I thought and Brian and Jana both laughed too, we were really quite rowdy and Jana kept say shut up and that made her Dad tease her some more. .. So we had finally settle down and were nearing the end of the meal and Jeana said she was done and as she walked out in her feathery dress and heels she said That was the rudest Fancy dinner party I have ever been too!!!!  I almost fell out of my chair laughing so hard and laughed until I cried...  sometimes real life is just too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-6373393539345400848?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6373393539345400848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=6373393539345400848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6373393539345400848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6373393539345400848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughing-till-i-cried.html' title='laughing till I cried'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1845390845970215606</id><published>2009-09-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:06:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one??</title><content type='html'>I was looking at the blog and realized that I only posted once in Aug.  it was just so busy, getting ready for school to start, I helped Brian get his class ready, it is always a dusty and he had to unpack some things with out unpacking everything because the whole school is moving to the new location in December, (Hopefully)  it looks awesome from the outside and I have seen the other new middle school and it is great from the inside and Brian's school is going to be similar.  I will try to post pics when he moves in.  But I am having trouble with my computer recognizing the memory for my camera so that is why I have not had pics in a while.  So anyway,  I also had to get my new room ready.  A- What I thought was going to be my room, was changed and so I got a half a room that look like a tornado had blown through it and in fact had been a habitat for some RODENTS at one time.  I was told to leave it that it would get cleaned out one week, and went back a week later for my meeting with all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school teachers and it was EXACTLY the same, oh except there was more open food to tempt the rodents.  I started cleaning a little but had to leave to go pick up my kids from school.  I started in the next Monday and spent 7 hours just cleaning and getting out the old stuff and moving the craft supplies into the room.  I then had to go find tables and chairs from the basement and get them moved up to the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor.  Did I tell you my room was on the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor, no I forgot to say every time I needed something, had to ask the director a question I had to go down and then back up the stairs, my legs felt like jelly by the days end, not to mention by the end of the week.  Oh and I forgot to say by getting the tables and chairs moved up I meant I carried all the chairs and the janitor helped me carry a very heavy table  up 2 flights of stairs.  UGH!  Anyway  Then I had to decorate the walls and make a transportation bulletin board.  I was stapling things to the bulletin board about 30 minutes before parents and kids showed up for open house.  Oh and the open house that I was told one week that I needn't come to and then at the meeting with all the teachers she tells me that I need to have my room ready and have a activity for kids to do when they come to look at it. That lady makes me nuts sometimes.  I mean just tell me what you want and QUIT changing your mind all the time.  Last year when she asked me to be the art teacher she said, I could do whatever I wanted and did not have to stay with each weeks themes then she wants me to find out the themes from the teachers.  She makes my head hurt sometimes.  Anyway we have had about two week of school  and now we have had 2 teachers quit,  I mean don't you give a job a least a month to see if you can do it??  So now I am covering the 2 year old class on t, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and doing art in the afternoon on Tues, when the 2 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are taking a nap.  I can't wait till someone comes back from maternity leave.  I am still not sure when I am going to have time to plan the art lesson and get any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cutting done.  So we shall see.... next week we are making a boat in a bottle, except I can't find boat confetti in this town.  So till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1845390845970215606?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1845390845970215606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1845390845970215606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1845390845970215606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1845390845970215606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-one.html' title='Only one??'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3524800714130587091</id><published>2009-08-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:03:33.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone ??</title><content type='html'>So I have just been hanging out lately and of course playing on FB. Doing summer things with my kids and such. So this week I wanted to watch a movie with my kids, we usually do that a lot in the summer and haven't been renting any movies because we are trying not to do much that cost money this summer. BUT I thought if I could find a movie or two that my kids hadn't seen, that is at the Library, that would be the way to go. So I thought Hmmm what could we see, I thought maybe Home Alone. Jana had never seen it or Jeana so I borrow it and the Home Alone 2 and we laughed our heads off. Have you ever forgotten how funny something is until someone who hasn't seen it, see it and laughs, that was the way these were for me. We had a excellent time and so tomorrow I may have to go think of some other old movies to watch. I will say there was some language that was not my favorite but we talked about what was not nice when it happened so I think it was ok. Of course Jana already knew what was bad and she was so quick to tell her sister (DON'T say THAT!) she is so bossy- (I don't know where she gets that! lol) Well, I am starting to also gear up for another year of Awana, and start a new year at the pre-school, over the summer some changes were made so we will see what happens. I also may substitute... Keep praying for the right job for me, I still not sure what God wants me to do in regards to working full time. Good Luck with the start of school everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3524800714130587091?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3524800714130587091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3524800714130587091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3524800714130587091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3524800714130587091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone ??'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1987651470795447466</id><published>2009-07-24T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:22:54.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS</title><content type='html'>So, I have been too busy to post lately, I have been up to my eyeballs in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; prep. and the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shmer&lt;/span&gt;.  We had a great week, we made train frames, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whirligigs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aussie&lt;/span&gt; sheep, crocodile prayer reminders, and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boomerang&lt;/span&gt; bead necklace.  I will try to put pictures on here tomorrow but I am so tired from being so busy everyday for 2 weeks now that I just want to veg. for a while but I have to take Jeana to a swim party tomorrow but that should be fun anyway.   But I was so glad to have lots of time with my daughter Jana this was the first year she got to help in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; instead of being a kid and going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vbs&lt;/span&gt; and was very proud of how hard she worked.  We have some excellent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; teens willing to give up a lot of their time to work for the Lord.  It was exciting to see them grow in that way this week and exciting to see, all the kids learning more about their relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1987651470795447466?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1987651470795447466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1987651470795447466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1987651470795447466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1987651470795447466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/07/vbs.html' title='VBS'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-53090019120311076</id><published>2009-07-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:26:04.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post, today -   Some of you know that Jana's glasses broke while she was at camp.  So we had ordered her a new pair they had insurance on them so thankfully it didn't cost as much as the first time.  So we go to pick them up at Sears and my car starts acting wonky.  About a block from the mall the check engine light comes on and then as I pull into the parking light the car dies.  I get it to start but am unsure about driving it home, because I may not get home all the way and don't want to stand outside in 95 degree heat.  So Brian goes out there and it won't start again... Yea,  I get to drive Brian's car home.  Did I ever tell you that Brian's car has no A/C.  So as sweat drips in my eyes driving home, I'm thinking how many times I'm going to have to drive this car until, we can fix my car, if my car is fixable... Pray we can fix it fast, please!  And that God will provide money to get the car fixed because if it is something big I'm not sure we can afford it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-53090019120311076?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/53090019120311076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=53090019120311076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/53090019120311076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/53090019120311076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4608409048785456174</id><published>2009-07-03T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:41:29.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about our homes?</title><content type='html'>So while the girls were away at camp we had a visitor to our yard.  I say to our yard because he did NOT come inside.  One night late, Brian heard something on the back porch,  he looks out the curtain of the french doors from the bed room and sees a MAN looking in the other set of french doors at me on the computer.  I was facebooking or something, had the lights on and was not looking at the window, I never saw him.  He comes rushing in and ran out to the garage gets the shot gun and loads it and hits the garage door button.  He sees the man running across the yard and exiting from the back gate, that we have never even had open.  So now we have to go talk to the little old lady who lives behind us and find out if she minds if we put a lock on that gate.  So anyway it creeped me out.  I am here lots of times on my own and I don't like the thought of someone just watching me, what if Brian wasn't here and he just walked on in, I might have had to HURT him.  You know what I mean.  Anyway this is not the first time someone has tried to break into one of our homes. Last year, someone came in the house and used our computer to look at porn websites.  I found that lovely and Brian looked it up on the history and it happened while we were at church.  So we put a password on the computer and looked for anything that was missing, nothing was, guess he was a perve not a theif.    At the time we thought it was the neighbors kids or grandkids but now I'm not sure, maybe that was what the Man was doing looking for some internet.   At the old house someone tried to break in while we were there (stupid kids)  Brian scared the pee out of them with his shot gun that time.  He heard them in the yard and went out the front door and snuck around the corner and they were attempting to climb in a high window and all he did was cock the shot gun and they yelled OH sh-- and took off.  Brian very gleefully told me he thought he could smell urine over by that window!  Then when we lived in Barnsdall, Brian's bike got stolen from the garage.  And of course when we lived in Tahlequah, We had the guy that kept comming and leaving his girly magazines hidden in his back room.  I know what your thinking, some of you who don't know my husband may think, those might have been his.  But  he is the one who kept finding them and bringing them to me.  I mean if they were his would he be that stupid?  No, he would not.  Any how we kept finding them and figured a kid was using the back room for privacy, and we forgot to lock the back door because the front one locks automatically.  Anyhow, one day when I return from working at the Sirloin, I came home and was sitting on the couch, just resting and watching TV, the phone rang and as I answered it I saw a shadow pass under the door to the back room.  On the phone was Brian and I told him I thought someone was back there, he said get out, so I grabbed the gun out of the hiding place and took off out the front door.  Brian must have broke all kinds of speed records because he was there at our apartment like with in 7 minutes.  He went up to the apartment and found a magazine open on the floor of the backroom and the back door wide open.  Brian figures it scared the kid when he heard me answer the phone and he took off.  Anyway it was the last time.    So we are being very security conscience and checking doors and things and I am going to make some curtains for the second set of french doors.  We have curtains on the bedroom ones but not the family room ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4608409048785456174?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4608409048785456174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4608409048785456174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4608409048785456174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4608409048785456174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-it-about-our-homes.html' title='What is it about our homes?'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1412434930163574127</id><published>2009-07-01T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:23:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We forgot..</title><content type='html'>Well, since I last blogged, we have been busy with packing and getting Jana off to student life camp and Jeana packed off to be with Grammy for the week.  With that said it was so busy getting laundry done, and everything they both needed put in a compact way, so at least Jana could carry her own stuff.  Well Brian and I were very excited we had a whole 5 days with just us.  So we had a date out, we had another couple over and just had some good time together.  It was still a crazy week, with Jana texting us every night and hearing about what was happening with her.  For instance, her nebulizer and medication for it was lost at camp (now found) and her glasses broke also.  Then I had to meet Mom in Vinita to pick Jeana up, so Jeana and I could go to Silver Dollar City with her Brownie troop on Sat.  I get to Vinita and the a/c is just barely blowing cool air, I think great this again.. it happened before but when you stop and get out for a hour or so it is usually fine.  So we ate lunch and went out to the car to put Jeana's stuff  in my car and I tried to start the car.  Yep not starting, I knew Brian had said something about a loose wire around the starter so I called him and let him tell Dad where it was and Dad messed with it and got it to start.  So we were on our way right?  So 10 minutes into the trip home, it only takes a hour, we have no a/c.  Not even blowing a little bit cool, so we roll the windows down and just bear it!  Jeana was so good she only said I'm hot once.  Well we get home I call Mom and tell her I'm home (I always do that), and then 25 minutes later Jana calls and her bus is home early, so we run and get her.  So later that night I find out we missed being either being in a huge wreck or stuck for hours and I do mean HOURS on the highway with no A/C.  Yes, that wreck that happened in OK that 10 people died in, I missed it by 5 to 10 minutes.  If it had taken, Dad longer to get the car started, I would have been in that mess.  I'm so glad God took care of that.  We had only 1 cup of water in the car with us and some of those poor people were waiting for hours.  Anyway, I have been thinking of that for days, along with spending time with Jeana and her Brownie troop at Silver Dollar city, we didn't get in until after 1opm on Saturday.  Sunday we were wiped out.  But we had a great time.  I posted some pictures on FB.  I realized after that I forgot to get someone to take a picture with me and Jeana together.  I need to get better at that.  Anyway to the whole point of this post.  Brian and I have been so busy since the girls came home, having fun with them and spending time all together, that we forgot it was our ANNIVERSARY on the 29th!  I'm totally laughing about it too.  It's not that we didn't get to do stuff this whole week before it.  Neither of us mentioned it at all on the day it was.  I can't be mad he forgot (he has never forgotten any date before) I forgot too!  So tonight we talked about it and laughed and said Happy Anniversary.  So on to the next Holiday.. 4th of July we are going to go do our usual, Pizza in the park and watch the fireworks with the kids.  So happy 4th and don't forget what we are celebrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1412434930163574127?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1412434930163574127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1412434930163574127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1412434930163574127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1412434930163574127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-forgot.html' title='We forgot..'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1243572657405733952</id><published>2009-06-07T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:51:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I have been out of town and now I'm back, just got back about 8:30 pm,  it was a long trip in a short time.  We have  been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; for a visit to grandparents, we attended a retirement lunch  for my aunt @ cheesecake factory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yumo&lt;/span&gt;!  And we drove from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enid&lt;/span&gt; and back on Sat. for a baby shower for my cousin.  We then spent the night with my Grandma Ginny and went out to eat with Steve ( my brother, my sis, Julie) we with my girls and G.G. went to Chili's today for lunch.  So we have stuff ourselves and  got to visit just about everyone in our family just Jennifer was missing.  My sister Julie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up here to visit us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; night but she had some plans tonight and tomorrow with some old friends that still live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Well when we got back here Jana was getting ready for bed and knocked over her reed diffuser in her bedroom -- PEE U.. that was strong.  I helped her clean it up and we even put the reeds in a baggie and capped the oil, put the rags in the washing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;machine &lt;/span&gt;with tons of soap but I can still smell it it was strong!  I washed my hands with laundry soap to get rid of the smell but now I am coughing so I better go do a breathing treatment and check on Jana, she has to sleep in the room it spilled in.  I used Windex to cut the oil on her wardrobe top so hopefully I am just smelling the laundry room still.  I also have to down load the Ester lesson from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lifeway&lt;/span&gt; because I am behind now that I left without having a book for the weekend.  I will have to go get one tomorrow if I can.  Talk soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1243572657405733952?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1243572657405733952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1243572657405733952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1243572657405733952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1243572657405733952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-again.html' title='Home again!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3041067209425732320</id><published>2009-05-17T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:49:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in</title><content type='html'>It has been a hard week for me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; was my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamaw's&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I was missing her. I am so happy that she is no longer hurting, I just miss hearing her voice and the uplifting things she use to say to me. She was someone that always, always made me feel good about me. Anyway enough of that, It was a calm week at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school, one of my students that is harder was absent 2 of the days that I worked, he has been increasingly more difficult, so I am glad that there are just a few more weeks of school for me to teach in the 2 yr old room. Next year I am suppose to be the art teacher for the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school but I think I really need a different job. Pray for me, I will be praying for something that is right for me, that is encouraging, that I can help my family more with the money I make. They don't want to give me more than 2 days next year at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school and I really need to have more hours than that. Also they tell me one thing and then the next thing I know they back out or they act like I am asking off for everything. Case in point... When I hired on I wanted to be able to do the school parties with my younger childs class they said no problem they didn't have a big budget so they needed some days off anyway and that would help. When I reminded them what days they were they acted like I was letting them down because I wouldn't be there for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-schools parties and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to ask me each time if I could be at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school that day. Also they told me they followed my city's school schedule but when it came right down to it they did not follow all holidays and days the school was out. When I told them I couldn't work those days because I need to be at home with my children they acted like I should have a babysitter or let my 13 year old be in charge of the house and my 7 year old all day. I'm sorry did she have a kid I didn't know about? It is NOT her job to take care of her sister, she is not the Mom. I don't mean I don't trust her either, but that is a long time to leave her in charge and I don't believe it is fair to her. I do let her take care of her sister for shorter periods of time once in a while but I don't think her day off from school should be used that way especially if they told me they followed my schools schedule. If I knew in advance I could make arrangements but they would wait until the day or two before and then act like I was imposing on them for not being able to work that day. If you want me to have a babysitter give me the whole schedule for the year and I'll work on the days that we don't match. Whew! I had to get that out it has been bothering me for some time. I feel no one really bothers to be considerate at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school. Don't you think you should be told if the other teacher you are working with is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; in for the day. Don't you think that might be information I would need as fast as possible?? Yes, I get that people get sick, that is not the issue, it is a issue that when someone calls in sick and I then have to do the lesson for that day that I am not told the other person is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; at all! I find out sometimes about 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;min.s&lt;/span&gt; before they are suppose to show up ( which is about 1 hour and a half after I have started for the day) Just so we are all clear what this means. It means I can't leave the room because I am the only adult in a room full of 7-10 2 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, I have to ask someone to cover my room to go to the bathroom, get cots, put sheets in dryer or anything else that is needed for my kids. The office staff knows I can't leave the room with kids in it, and know that I need all these things but do not ask if I need them. I have to call at the door until someone hears me (sometimes they are not even in the office) Anyway the whole things frustrates me to no end. Next year if I am still there I will not be stuck in a room I can't leave ever. I won't have to watch children take a nap. What a complete waste of time. I try to bring something to do, or read but sometimes don't get out of my house with it. I go around cleaning the room, so I won't fall asleep but I am also afraid I will wake someone up. Oh and if the other teacher who is the head teacher comes in she won't let me clean because she says (D) is a light sleeper. Whatever I clean when she is not in there and he has never woken up! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am better now. Thanks for letting me dump, I am almost thinking being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; teacher would be better than this. I did that before when I lived in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barnsdall&lt;/span&gt; and I wasn't thrilled with that either. But it would pay better and I might even get more hours, but it is pretty abusive, at least it was the last time I did it. Well I'm off to bed so I hope your day is stress free tomorrow and as least I have some flowers to look at before I go to bed and when I get up in the morning, my husband thought I was mad because he ate some chocolate that a student gave me for teacher &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; day, I told him I would share, I just thought there was some left!? I asked him about it and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grumped&lt;/span&gt; at him and then forgot about it. He brought me flowers, coke and chocolate. HA! He is the best. Gotta love him! Well I will check in later in the week with everyone. Heather glad to hear you got so much done. Lisa, I haven't seen a new post lately,(but enjoy your blog) Becca, glad you had so much fun at the ball game, I will have to come see one for the boys soon. Christi, you really need to call me and get on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so I can play(oops I mean talk) with you soon. Kim, can't wait to see what you cook up next. I made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texas&lt;/span&gt; chili in the crock with deer meat last week.   Love you all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3041067209425732320?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3041067209425732320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3041067209425732320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3041067209425732320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3041067209425732320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3876283425885553229</id><published>2009-05-09T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:24:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back online.</title><content type='html'>It's been a wild week around here with all the rain and then we topped it off with that crazy wind storm on Friday.  We flashed power about 10 times but never lost it.  We lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; but considering many are still with out power around here.  I am so thankful that we have power, no one is sick, and we didn't have any damage to our house.  The worse thing that happened is a dead branch fell out of the tree that 's it!  Now many other's were not so fortunate and I will be praying they get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; power back soon.  We actually had a great time last night just being outside cleaning up debris and having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt; roast.  Well It is already late so I need to go fold laundry so I don't have to do it on Mother's day... I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;technically&lt;/span&gt; it IS Mother's day but not until I sleep for me.  So all of you out there HAVE a GREAT MOTHERS DAY!  Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3876283425885553229?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3876283425885553229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3876283425885553229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3876283425885553229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3876283425885553229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-back-online.html' title='Finally back online.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3160815025667154623</id><published>2009-04-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:47:07.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 thumbs up baby back ribs.</title><content type='html'>Sorry to be so silent lately, I've just been busy trying to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; wrapped up for the end of the year awards and planning all my crafts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;. Jeana is home sick today to I thought I would post something since I was gone taking her to the doctor this morning... No strep throat at least, just a cold. So my day was a little crazy yesterday, I was the only teacher in my room yesterday, not that they told me that I was going to be the only one. No that would have been considerate of my feelings, that is not to be. So anyway I had 6, 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, although some of them have turned 3 by now and &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; (a little boy in my class is almost 4 he acts more like a 2 year old.. kind of sad but we got the parents as Teachers to evaluate him and talk to his parents so he can go to a school that has a teacher that can maybe help him next year. I personally think he has some form of autism but I don't really have any training to back that up. Anyhow after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school I had to rush home to get the ribs out of the oven, I had been baking them all morning in a low heat oven so they would be done so we could have early dinner. Dinner had to be early because Jana had a orchestra concert for school. It was the solo concert so each child got to play the solo that they played at the music festival that they went to last weekend. Jana's orchestra got first place! I was very proud of them. Back to dinner, Jeana said while we were eating that she gave the ribs 4 thumbs up! Pretty cute. So I thought that I would post the recipe. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 thumbs up baby back ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually just do one rack and that gives us about 4 ribs a piece, otherwise it is a little pricey. This is a excellent special occasion dinner and super easy to do ahead of time and just put in oven and forget about.&lt;br /&gt;Dry Rub&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup table salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;5 T + 1 t chili powder&lt;br /&gt;2 T + 2 t ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 t Accent (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;) the original recipe calls for 4 t but I reduce to 1 t since this give my husband a head ache.&lt;br /&gt;4 t cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 t black pepper, freshly ground&lt;br /&gt;4 t garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;4 t onion powder&lt;br /&gt;mix all together and keep in airtight container, will make at least 5 to 6 batches of ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I have this done or I get out my batch that is in my container I rinse the ribs and pull the membrane of the inner part of the ribs and toss. I then take about 2 tablespoons or so of cider vinegar and brush the meat, I then dust the meat with the dry rub both sides. I then place the meat in a 13 x 9 Pyrex dish and cover with foil and place in fridge over night. I have just marinated for 4 hours or so and then cooked but I like the overnight version better.&lt;br /&gt;Then when done marinating I remove from fridge and remove foil and brush with sauce below.&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Vinegar BBQ sauce:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;juice of 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons honey&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;dash cumin, dash Cayenne pepper, dash chili powder ( I added these they are not in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;origanal&lt;/span&gt; recipe)&lt;br /&gt;4 T Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;melt margin in sauce pan add lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, honey, salt, pepper and spices and bring to boil. remove from heat stir in vinegar and 3 to 4 T of brown sugar.&lt;br /&gt;This also make enough for tons of ribs so I keep in container in fridge and warm up a little before I brush it on.&lt;br /&gt;After basting the ribs I add about a 1/2 cup coke to the bottom of my pan to keep everything moist while cooking, recover with foil and bake at 225 degree oven for about 4 to 5 hours or a little longer if you want them to fall completely from the bone. I usually just check to see if you can wiggle the bone easily to see if they are done. I then remove them from the oven let cool slightly and then we put them on the grill from a few minutes and sauce them with some regular tomato based BBQ sauce (optional) we like Head Country. Or you could use some more Carolina BBQ sauce and enjoy! For those of you who like to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Crock pot&lt;/span&gt; I am sure you could adapt these to be cooked on low for the crock pot just not sure about the times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3160815025667154623?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3160815025667154623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3160815025667154623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3160815025667154623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3160815025667154623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-thumbs-up-baby-back-ribs.html' title='4 thumbs up baby back ribs.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1007397233191813034</id><published>2009-04-13T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:17:36.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, your saying, where have you been??  Well, to tell the truth, I have just felt quite and reflective.  2 weeks ago my husbands grandmother passed away.  This is the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grandmother in our family this year.  So my girls had 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;greatgrandma's&lt;/span&gt; at the start of 2009 and now we are down to one.  The one that is still with us is not doing so hot.  So please pray for her.  She actually told me when I went down for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamaw's&lt;/span&gt; funeral that her teeth were hurting her so bad she hadn't been sleeping, but she didn't get them fixed last year because she didn't want to WASTE the money.  She thought she would die before the temporary crown started bothering her.  I told her in no uncertain terms to get it fixed I wasn't letting go that easy.  She has several medical problems and I know they are hard on her.  Anyway she has not been doing so good since my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; died, she was actually too sick to attend the funeral and I think that has been bothering her.  She keeps talking to my Dad about changing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arrangements&lt;/span&gt; for her funeral and things also.  Anyway she is 86 years old and lives alone and now her hip is bothering her.  But it was be very hard to handle right now if something happened to her.  My relationship is very different with her, than my other grandmother but I love her and we have had enough this year. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss Brian's grandma (they called her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grandmumsey&lt;/span&gt;)  she was a funny lady, that did many things for others.  I remember the first time I met her she was talking to us and she said to Brian, he my hair is growing back (she had some heart medication that made her hair fall out)  So then as soon as she blurted that out she lifted up her wig and showed us.  I just about fell over laughing.  She also gave me a rolling pin for a wedding present.   She had a cute little poem with it that said something to the effect that the rolling pin was for baking but it could also be used to keep husbands in line!  I wish I had saved the poem.  Well it is late and I have lots of work for tomorrow.  Gotta gear up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; planning.  God is comforting us and we really are doing pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1007397233191813034?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1007397233191813034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1007397233191813034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1007397233191813034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1007397233191813034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-your-saying-where-have-you-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3300354779105490664</id><published>2009-03-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:44:43.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough said</title><content type='html'>My day started off with lost eye glasses for Jeana, which sent us scrambling to get to school on time. This progresses after I dropped her off to a spilled drink ( coke everywhere in the newly done interior of my car) oh and of course on my new coat and on my bible. I will omit the screaming and the almost swearing I did. Brian said he was glad he wasn't with me. Then on to an Asthma attack for Jana, had to leave school early and go get her. She is still having trouble. Then after picking up Jeana, found out she did not have a stellar day for concentrating on her work. Oh and then when making supper, I DROPPED the 4 pork chops I was going to grill. The Styrofoam broke in half! After washing them off and grilling them we had dinner, I loaded the dishwasher and hid out in my bedroom... I put Jeana to bed and I'm done! I going to sleep and hope for better tomorrow! It's not that today was just so bad. It's just that it was not good. Good night I'm off to read my slightly soggy bible.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nothing is ever all bad, Jeana drew a beautiful rainbow picture for me, because I did not have a good day! It was so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3300354779105490664?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3300354779105490664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3300354779105490664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3300354779105490664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3300354779105490664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/03/enough-said.html' title='enough said'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-6695085173803211080</id><published>2009-03-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:16:32.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so I did almost nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/ScbwR4dNgoI/AAAAAAAAALg/Afxsh12lQSo/s1600-h/Cookie_Costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316200600160797314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/ScbwR4dNgoI/AAAAAAAAALg/Afxsh12lQSo/s400/Cookie_Costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I was going to work in my garden, Brian was off from work and we had planned to get a bunch of stuff done.... but he woke up with some sort of back strain (yea right!) and didn't want to get out there after church. I went out there and messed around some but didn't get much done. I went back inside and proceeded to do nothing but watch HGTV or Food network. Well I did stay with Jana for the very last cookie booth. On Saturday Jana came home very upset, apparently the father of her friend tried to make her wear this cookie costume that their younger daughter has been wearing for the cookie booths. I personally think the costume is horrible looking and would not want either child wearing it. But to ask a 13 year old girl to put on that, is outside of enough. But he did not just ask her, he kept insisting, after she refused and when she wouldn't put it on he talked to her like she was 6. ( these are Jana's words, I was not there.) I told her I was proud of her for standing up for herself and not doing something that made her feel uncomfortable. I went to the cookie booth so there would not be a repeat performance and talked to the mother. She told me she had already gotten on to the father and I made it clear she was NOT to to be asked and said I wouldn't ask her daughter to do something she wasn't comfortable doing either and I trust that it wouldn't happen again. If it does I will have to keep Jana from going over to her friends house and only have the friend over here. I prefer that anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-6695085173803211080?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6695085173803211080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=6695085173803211080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6695085173803211080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6695085173803211080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-i-did-almost-nothing.html' title='Ok, so I did almost nothing!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/ScbwR4dNgoI/AAAAAAAAALg/Afxsh12lQSo/s72-c/Cookie_Costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4906545140247720073</id><published>2009-03-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:27:32.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening...it keeps going, or is that growing?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I spent the whole day cleaning out flower beds of leaves, old dead flowers and sticks and twigs. This step was suppose to been done in the fall but since, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I tried to work in the yard this past fall, I would have trouble with my asthma. Anyway it was twice as hard to do it now since before I could have cut down the dead flowers and then raked the leaves and old plants. But now the new stuff is growing in and so I had to cut the old stuff being careful not to cut the new. And the old leaves I have to pick them out by hand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UGGGH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I stuck my hand in the old leaves I kept waiting for some mouse or something to come running out. Nothing happened! Well I did find a tiny little toad. Jeana thought is was great fun to pick up and play with it. No, thank you Jeana I don't want a turn to hold it! Well if it is nice weather tomorrow, I have to finish the yard, I only got about half done, my back yard is big and it took longer than I thought it would. Maybe I will take some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4906545140247720073?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4906545140247720073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4906545140247720073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4906545140247720073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4906545140247720073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/03/gardeningit-keeps-going-or-is-that.html' title='Gardening...it keeps going, or is that growing?'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1307748275092859724</id><published>2009-03-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:45:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>Well last week Jean has some horrible cold/virus that turned into a sinus infection. She then was better 3 days (still on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt; she got something else. A horrible vomiting virus with a fever. I know it was horrible because she shared it with me and I had it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Nasty!! and I could barely leave my bed. I am feeling so much better today. I had to cancel a cookie booth, going to work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;volunteering&lt;/span&gt; at church Sunday AM. I felt so bad calling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cancelling&lt;/span&gt; all those things but there was NO way I could even leave my bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I got up I would get dizzy, and have this huge heat wave hit me and then start feeling sick to my stomach, and you know what happens after that! So but I just wanted to get on here and say Brian has gone to get a new Car to us. Really it's a car my DEAR, DEAR Daddy has (he bought it at a garage sale, so like him) but he is letting us have it and pay him later. Well he told Brian $600 but he told me he didn't care if I paid him at all. Brian says I'm to do all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;negations&lt;/span&gt; from now on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wheeeee&lt;/span&gt; no more driving all over town dropping everyone off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1307748275092859724?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1307748275092859724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1307748275092859724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1307748275092859724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1307748275092859724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/03/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3006211817945477263</id><published>2009-03-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:13:47.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeliing scattered</title><content type='html'>Since my car wreck, I have been so crazy busy.  I feel like I am constantly going.  I am taking everyone to school in the morning 3 different schools about 10 minutes apart and then I have to take myself to work, back across town.  It's been nuts.  Then add in 2 girl scouts doing cookie booths at different times ( they have 2 different troops), Jana is also working on her science fair project, and we also have Awana,  I have the feeling I may go insane.  Hey but other than hearing the words " would you like to buy a box of girl scout cookies" in my sleep I'm fine.  Well I have to be brief in my posts for a while, I have tons of laundry to fold and my house is so messy, for some reason it is not cleaning itself.  Why can't that be invented?  We have self cleaning ovens, why not a self cleaning house!   Well I guess that wouldn't be good, how would I get rid of all my aggression when I am mad if I don't have dishes to scrub?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3006211817945477263?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3006211817945477263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3006211817945477263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3006211817945477263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3006211817945477263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeliing-scattered.html' title='feeliing scattered'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-653712854247666600</id><published>2009-02-26T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:33:37.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th photo the 6th file or some simblance of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SaZSg4TQNII/AAAAAAAAALY/9KoB5PWJ6cQ/s1600-h/100_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307019935725139074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SaZSg4TQNII/AAAAAAAAALY/9KoB5PWJ6cQ/s320/100_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, here it is.  This was taken in 2003,  Jana went to a weekend dance camp and this is someone's child that I knew.  She had forgotten her camera and I snapped a few shots of her before the routine and during.  This is before.  No where in this picture is my child or anyone else I know.  I emailed the good ones to her parent and I don't know why I didn't delete this one.  So if your reading this blog, consider yourself tagged for posting the 6th photo and the 6th file or whatever crazyness this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SaZSFYh8-LI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uqaYnOrJnYE/s1600-h/100_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-653712854247666600?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/653712854247666600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=653712854247666600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/653712854247666600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/653712854247666600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/02/6th-photo-6th-file-or-some-simblance-of.html' title='6th photo the 6th file or some simblance of it.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SaZSg4TQNII/AAAAAAAAALY/9KoB5PWJ6cQ/s72-c/100_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-8562999997513141289</id><published>2009-02-15T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:31:41.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijLGdT46I/AAAAAAAAALI/oF3qllFnDqc/s1600-h/100_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303167972336198562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijLGdT46I/AAAAAAAAALI/oF3qllFnDqc/s320/100_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, most of this week was devoted to Valentines day, we spend to majority of it making crafts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cubbies&lt;/span&gt; and making this fabulous glittering, obnoxious box for Jeana's valentines.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;.  I was in charge of the Valentines Party for Jeana's class and we did have a good time.  I had less help because one child's parent couldn't be there.  Her child projectile vomited about a hour before the party.  Needless to say we were happy for her to take her child on home.  Brian and I went out for Valentines day and had a good time at Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carrino's&lt;/span&gt;.  I love the dinner we had I had the wedge salad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scalopini&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway Brian had pepperoni bread and he was happy.  He is not a big Italian person but he knew I like the place.  So Sunday we were having my sister in law and Brother in law come to our house, so I left church after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school so I would be there in time for them to get to my house.  Below is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; on my way home. &lt;br /&gt;I was just glad no one was seriously hurt.  I have a few bruises and so do the girls but we are all fine.  My car on the other hand is not.  It was drivable but the doors don't open except the drivers door and 2 of the windows are out.  The dash window is cracked too.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; FREE car!  But God will work out something for us.  So I'm not going to worry.    Talk to you soon.  My phone is ringing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijK69QpLI/AAAAAAAAALA/5oZtA01GoX0/s1600-h/100_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303167969248978098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijK69QpLI/AAAAAAAAALA/5oZtA01GoX0/s320/100_1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijKsTxcjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/c5DO4jAn3kU/s1600-h/100_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303167965316870706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijKsTxcjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/c5DO4jAn3kU/s320/100_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-8562999997513141289?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8562999997513141289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=8562999997513141289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/8562999997513141289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/8562999997513141289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='This weekend.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SZijLGdT46I/AAAAAAAAALI/oF3qllFnDqc/s72-c/100_1409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4897041714080639028</id><published>2009-02-02T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:14:19.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl party..</title><content type='html'>We had a great party, the house was full everybody brought food and I had such fun talking to everybody.  I watched not one play of the football game.  SO like me.  Brian had a good time and it was for him.  My house was megga clean and so I sat down to relax after everyone left and it was so quiet.  So quiet that I could hear the click, click CLICKING of a mouse running across my floor.  OH MY _______..I can't believe it.  I hate those little vile creatures.  I freaked and yelled for Brian and we put out the poison for it.  Totally ruined my party good feeling.  ARRG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4897041714080639028?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4897041714080639028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4897041714080639028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4897041714080639028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4897041714080639028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-party.html' title='Superbowl party..'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7924903770208579678</id><published>2009-01-28T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:15:46.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow days.. the best!</title><content type='html'>We have been having a great time with the snow days, I know some of my friends are ready for the school to be back in session because they have fighting kids and such but yesterday we all were laughing here so much, I almost hurt myself. Jeana is one of the funniest little people I know and she makes me laugh all the time. Jana the older one, well how can I say it.. she is just a easy target! So we were all playing on the computer yesterday and reading every one's 25 random things and I had commented on some one's that I knew something was wrong with them because they liked chunky peanut butter. I then got a extra dig in on my hubby by saying he like chunky too. So Jana and I were laughing so hard at that and then she realized and said HEY! I like chunky peanut butter too! I laughed so hard at her. So that set Brian to laughing and so she started acting all indignant and walking through the house. Jeana at the same time was creating a SHOW.. She said as Jana was walking through, Hey you can't go back here you have to have a pass a backstage pass.. (Jana ignored her and kept walking) then the next thing we hear is Jeana yelling SECURITY! SECURITY!.. it was the funnies thing and Brian started laughing all over again.. Good ol' Hannah Montana. I'm sure that is where it came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7924903770208579678?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7924903770208579678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7924903770208579678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7924903770208579678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7924903770208579678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-days-best.html' title='Snow days.. the best!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3488150623245424703</id><published>2009-01-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:51:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl party..</title><content type='html'>So We are having a super bowl party.  Yes I know I hate sports but it is for my husband.  We invite our Sunday School class and some other friends over and those of us who don't care about the ball game can gab and stuff our faces with all the yummy food.  Brian's birthday is the week after the game so he considers it his birthday party.  We did this last year and we had so many people we couldn't fit them all in our living room.  So this year we moved all the furniture from the living room into the family room.  We had gotten a larger TV in the Family room this past summer but have not gotten furniture in there mainly because it's full of Jeana's toys.  But it is connected to the Kitchen and therefore more people can sit in it and we can have a better party.  So we moved all the toys to the living room and all the furniture in the family room.  As soon as we did it I sat down and started thinking.. This room needs painted.  I hate these curtains.. I will make myself crazy by the time the superbowl comes around.  OH well that's just me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3488150623245424703?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3488150623245424703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3488150623245424703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3488150623245424703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3488150623245424703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-bowl-party.html' title='Super Bowl party..'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-28435606603708739</id><published>2009-01-18T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:59:59.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling peaceful.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to let you all know, I AM doing ok.  I am feeling peaceful about my Grandma.  More than anyother person I have ever lost before.  It seems like since I have gotten back things have just been crazy, Jana had a make up concert the evening we got back and then some theif broke Brian's window on his car and stole his School laptop.  YEA!  He had to drive around in the cold for a few days but we got it fixed friday. In the meantime, I didn't want my oldest freezing her fanny off getting to school so I have been burning the gas driving across town and taking and picking her up which adds time to my already busy schedule.  So I am glad to have the extra day off for Martin Luther King Jr Day.  But I better get off here.  I promised to post some old pictures of my college days at NSU to some BSU friends and I also promised to watch a show with my husband and tomorrow we are rearraging the furniture so we can have a Superbowl party.  Later about that.  For now I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-28435606603708739?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/28435606603708739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=28435606603708739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/28435606603708739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/28435606603708739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-peaceful.html' title='Feeling peaceful.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-5270695788262760859</id><published>2009-01-08T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:44:33.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791344542189&amp;amp;site=widget-ed.slide.com" style="width:350px;height:262px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791344542189&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/p1/2522015791344542189/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791344542189&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/p2/2522015791344542189/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791344542189&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/p4/2522015791344542189/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaw went to be with our Lord last night late.  Mom called this morning. I don't have any more words right now.  I'm glad she is no longer suffering and I will always miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-5270695788262760859?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5270695788262760859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=5270695788262760859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5270695788262760859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5270695788262760859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4536975220937518207</id><published>2009-01-05T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:48:30.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>Hey I will try to make it short, Mamaw is worse today her leg has turned purple and black in the thigh area and the lower leg is cold and white.  I don't remember if they said she had a pulse in the bottom part of her leg.  Her pulse/oxygen is like 80.  They did get her on hospice and finally got her some morphine so she won't have so much pain.  She is not responsive to anyone much.  The doctor said it could be 2 days to 2 weeks depending on which order her organs shut down.  He also thinks this clot is not related to her fall since she has congenital heart failure.  So please just pray for my family, my Grandmother is saved and we are ready for her to go to be with the Lord.  We want no more pain for her.  This has been such a long time in coming and I don't want to remember her that way, or for her to feel lost, imprisoned, or alone.  I know she is not alone but she doesn't know it anymore.&lt;br /&gt; Just on a side note if you will please pray for my cousin Jennifer, she is not talking to anyone in the family for some reason we don't know, she won't return any one's phone calls for 2 years now.  And I so want her to get to say goodbye to our Grandmother, I think it will bother her later if she doesn't get to.  Maybe this could be the turning point for her to come back to our family.  I don't know but I do know......Jeremiah 29:11 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt; For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Thanks to Beth Moore for reminding me and my sister for giving me the book she wrote it in.  I was reading that today, and it helps me tonight,  God always slides it right in, his words fit everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4536975220937518207?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4536975220937518207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4536975220937518207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4536975220937518207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4536975220937518207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-8672480331616433258</id><published>2009-01-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:35:22.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy stuff</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update...  I was planning on going to church tonight but got waylayed by the phone.  My Mom called and said they had to transport my Mamaw to the hospital last night about 1am.  They called my aunt around 11pm and said she was complaining of pain in her leg but not the leg that she fell on (she fell before Christmas and had to have her leg  x-rayed cause they thought she might have broken her hip, it was just bruised)  She is not really easy to understand because when she starts hurting she gets real manic and the weekend staff at the place don't know how to deal with her.  So they call my aunt and my aunt doesn't want them to transport her because this is like the 4th weekend in a row they have called and want to take her to the hospital.  They mostly don't know how to pacify my grandmother.  Anyway she wants to talk to the Doctor that told them to transport her and they give her the number.  She calls and he says that she can stay and he will come see her tomorrow and he will call them and tell them NOT to transport her.  My aunt calls them back and they have transported her anyway and so my aunt has to drive from Enid to OKC at 1am and she has already taken her pain medication that makes her sleepy so my Mom stays on the phone with her in B'vill till she gets to the Hospital to see what is going on.  Turns out she is complaining about the other leg and not the one she fell on but they have already x-rayed the other leg before my aunt gets there.  She has a blood clot in the other leg so they gave her some blood thinner and pain meds and sent her home with my aunt.  They wanted to transport her again but that would have cost more $$$ and would have made my Grandpa mad.  So my aunt took her back and gave the people the meds and paperwork that said they should be able to put her on hospice.  This was at 4am.  She went to her apartment in OKC and  slept for a while.  When she called they said mamaw was fine.  But when my aunt went to check on her she said she was pitiful and saying she hurt again.  They had not given her the pain meds and they had lost all the paper work about the hospice and medication.  This makes me want to bang my head into a wall because if they don't have paperwork about the medication they can't give it to her.  My aunt was calling the doctor to find out if he took it when he saw my grandmother today.  This was the last I heard and so I may update again,  Later today.    Oh and the doctor in the hospital said this clot may break loose and cause a stroke or a heart attack for my grandma but the other treatment is surgery and no doctor will touch her with her history.  Not that we would let them she is DNR already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-8672480331616433258?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8672480331616433258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=8672480331616433258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/8672480331616433258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/8672480331616433258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-stuff.html' title='Crazy stuff'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-5220181224706132747</id><published>2008-12-31T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:32:27.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Home..</title><content type='html'>Well we are back from the Christmas with both families, I got to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; and papaw, Sue Sue and Uncle Wayne, my cousin, Jill and her husband Chris. My brother, Steve and nephew, Tanner, My Mom and Dad and my other Grandmother on my Father's side, Grandma Ginny, We had a good time and the girls always have fun seeing everybody. We have not got to see some of my family for 2 years so we were so happy to see them. We went on to see Brian's family in Muskogee ( Mine were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;) we then came back through Tulsa, for my Birthday and to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Bonita. We are almost always still traveling around visiting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; home from visiting family so it has become a tradition to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Bonita for my birthday. I love to go there, we use to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; when I was little on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes we would go to the one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; (it has been closed a long time now) with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt;. She use to take me there for special when I spent the week with her and Papaw in the summer. Anyway the food is Not super great but for some reason I just love their cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;. No one makes them like that. So my husband that doesn't like Mexican food at all takes me there for my birthday. My girls like it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all that matters to me.. So we will keep up with our cheesy tradition until there is no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;.. I know that happened before! I have been to the Denver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; also, with my sis an brother when we were all at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sisters'&lt;/span&gt; about 9 years ago. Julie is friends with someone who works there in the office so I get good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Bonita updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-5220181224706132747?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5220181224706132747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=5220181224706132747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5220181224706132747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5220181224706132747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-home.html' title='Finally Home..'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-5268228045060448107</id><published>2008-12-22T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:03:52.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking the Superpower!</title><content type='html'>While cleaning up from dinner tonight my youngest started talking about if everyone was a superhero in our family what power they would have.  She said she would have super speed, her sister would have superpower of fire, and her daddy she said would have super strength.  Jana then asked Jeana what about Mom?  She said "well Mom bakes great so she will have super baking power."  So I said how's that work? LOL  Do I bake people to death or bake for them till they explode?!!  Later she said I would also have the power to move things with my mind.  So now I can throw my baked goods at people with my mind!  CRAZY!  So what am I to be called?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonder Bread Woman&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-5268228045060448107?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5268228045060448107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=5268228045060448107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5268228045060448107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5268228045060448107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-superpower.html' title='Baking the Superpower!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-333698615306582332</id><published>2008-12-21T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:25:43.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly loosing it!</title><content type='html'>So today I had set aside for wrapping packages mostly, that is, while wrapping my husbands gifts while he was gone to work, I notice that on the receipt that I was charged 22 dollars instead of 19 dollars. I thought they charged me for the wrong chair, but oh no.. it was much more than that. They gave me the wrong chair too. We had bought a folding chair for my husband for hunting, we picked one out at Academy and a few other hunting related items and went to the checkout and waited, and waited and waited. So when we get up to check out the chair has no tag, they send someone back to get one with a tag and scan it in, by this time it is late and my kids are STARVING and so we hurry out, me not looking at the receipt. Fast forward 3 days later I go back to exchange the chair and all they have are the 9 dollar chair which is too small for my husband, the 22 dollar chair that I was given already, it had mesh on the seat and the back and we thought it would be cold to sit in and was not like the one that was stolen from Brian's car. I asked for help from a man working there and he said uhhh I guess we are out. I said what about that one, pointing to the display over my head. No I can't give you that one. Ok, WHATEVER so I left and went to Walmart where the entire town was. I found a 20 dollar chair similar to what he had before with no mesh and put it in my cart bought a few groceries and some gifts I had not gotten yet and felt ok about having to go out again but I hadn't gotten much wrapping done because of all my excursions. So tonight I was going to really wrap, right? WRONG... We begin to wrap and we get about 4 presents wrapped and we realize that the roll of tape is almost out. I ask my husband to check in the junk drawer, no not there he says, check in the coffee table drawer I holler, no not there what about the craft cabinet I say.. NO! he says I think we are out.  To which I put my fingers in my ears and yell NO LA LALA LA LALA LA LA LA  and he starts laughing at me!!! So in the morning I have to go get tape and some tissue paper and start again. So I bid you good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-333698615306582332?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/333698615306582332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=333698615306582332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/333698615306582332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/333698615306582332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/slowly-loosing-it.html' title='slowly loosing it!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4284552406700193616</id><published>2008-12-19T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:38:46.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some photo's of Santa with Baby Jesus, (otherwise known as Jana) it is one of my favorites since Santa here is my Dad. This was 13 years ago and his eyebrows STILL do not match the beard if he wore it but they are getting closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCzMalN6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K5dmgeBNs_g/s1600-h/Jana+as+Jesus+with+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740279016404898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCzMalN6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K5dmgeBNs_g/s320/Jana+as+Jesus+with+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next we have Santa with little Clause, (clearly the strain of playing Jesus was too much for her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCzL2tzqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ee70-6tuKKI/s1600-h/Jana+and+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740278865972898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCzL2tzqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ee70-6tuKKI/s320/Jana+and+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Santa I'm getting Hungry aren't you suppose to bring me some candy or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCy3ShF_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LOpPVdXFShc/s1600-h/Jana+with+Santa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740273345435634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCy3ShF_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LOpPVdXFShc/s320/Jana+with+Santa+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well if all you have is your finger I guess I'll take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCyn4Kw6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/sL5C3_5h_HM/s1600-h/Jana+with+Santa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740269208388514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCyn4Kw6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/sL5C3_5h_HM/s320/Jana+with+Santa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCYLAVA6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Yp0JdOfcGJU/s1600-h/Jana+with+Santa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCXzCwn1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/DavzZcKHB18/s1600-h/Jana+and+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCXwzYMMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gcafmhlpWY4/s1600-h/Jana+as+Jesus+with+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4284552406700193616?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4284552406700193616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4284552406700193616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4284552406700193616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4284552406700193616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho HO HO'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUyCzMalN6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K5dmgeBNs_g/s72-c/Jana+as+Jesus+with+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-386093118592169734</id><published>2008-12-18T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:43:54.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stuck my big foot in!</title><content type='html'>So tonight was my work's Christmas Party/Secret Pal party. We have been giving secret pal gifts since the beginning of Oct or so and tonight we revealed who they were. I could have died, but I just sat there with my fake little smile and thought did I say that to her or was it someone else? This is what I'm talking about. Sometime before thanksgiving I had a conversation with someone at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school about how I hate secret pals and that I ALWAYS have the suck one. Yes, I used those words. I said more about it too. Now fast forward to tonight my secret pal was the person that I teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school in the room with and I think I told HER that! I can't believe I said that to her. If I did because I can't REMEMBER who I told that to. What a big dunce! Everyone said the same thing to me when they saw me at the party. HEY, your wearing makeup! So I must go now, I still have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags to fill for Jeana's party and I have to make more white pretzels because the girls make a huge mess with the ones they made and were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ungiftable&lt;/span&gt;. And just so we are clear, I STILL hate secret pals, and I STILL get the SUCK one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-386093118592169734?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/386093118592169734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=386093118592169734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/386093118592169734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/386093118592169734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-stuck-my-big-foot-in.html' title='I stuck my big foot in!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-194364976238553577</id><published>2008-12-17T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:43:00.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Snow Days.</title><content type='html'>I see on facebook everyone is moaning about how they can't wait for school to be in tomorrow.  Not that I don't want school to be in but I really love it when we have normal snow days.  Brian and I get extra time together, the girls and I have fun together and mostly it is a nice day.  Jeana spent the majority of her time playing animal crossings and unknown to her it was helping her practice reading.  Hee Hee Hee...  She just didn't realize that there was so much reading in that game.  I would help her when it was too hard.  I also had a chance to catch up on some candy making and laundry.  We had a fun afternoon watching what Melissa use to call my pets.  I feed the wild birds and I put seed out for them and they were landing in our yard all over and getting the seeds.    Today I even got to go out to lunch with Brian.  I LOVE having a daughter old enough to take care of her little sister for a hour or two.  All we did was do a little Christmas shopping and go to eat at McAlisters but is was nice to be able to do that.  I know you are all jealous I got to leave with out kids today!!  Well I am off to see about watching shows with my hubby.   I do hope there is school tomorrow but so my kiddos can see some friends and Jeana's class has only one more chapter of Henry Huggins and I would like to finish it for them before Christmas break... TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-194364976238553577?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/194364976238553577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=194364976238553577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/194364976238553577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/194364976238553577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-snow-days.html' title='I love Snow Days.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-145621288567884262</id><published>2008-12-11T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:02:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty talk....</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been around kids for a long time, and I have been baby sitting, working in pre-school area of some sort since I was 12 years old.  But the other day, I heard something new, in fact it cracked me up.  I was taking a little girl to the bathroom and she said.  The potty likes the LEMONADE I made for it!  I totally was cracked up.  I mean I have heard many euphemisms such as, visiting Mrs Murphy, inspecting the rear tire, the head, tinkle, making bubbles etc. But I never heard of making the toilet some LEMONADE.  Every time she says it it makes me laugh, kids are so funny!  Well I better get to bed, I have to work tomorrow and no telling what will be said next!  I'm also so behind in any Christmas shopping, and I am feeling apathetic towards going, no clue why.  So instead of getting ready for Christmas on Saturday, I am chaperoning a bowling date for my 13 year old and her boyfriend.  Last week we spent some time with him and he seems to be a nice boy and we got to meet his mother, so I will tell you more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-145621288567884262?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/145621288567884262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=145621288567884262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/145621288567884262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/145621288567884262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/potty-talk.html' title='Potty talk....'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4552225246758452287</id><published>2008-12-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:31:09.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0xDy3LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/a3XJqgM9ZZc/s1600-h/100_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275786450568404146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0xDy3LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/a3XJqgM9ZZc/s320/100_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0qLBTZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3HKZnD3o7Qw/s1600-h/100_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275786448719662482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0qLBTZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3HKZnD3o7Qw/s320/100_1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I appliqued these stockings for the girls each the year they were born.  I stayed up way late to finish Jana's I was crazy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0R8FSqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fXm1cL7F_Kk/s1600-h/100_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275786442214558370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0R8FSqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fXm1cL7F_Kk/s320/100_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdbzzZKrII/AAAAAAAAAHM/kERmqsM9Xzo/s1600-h/100_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275786434015046786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdbzzZKrII/AAAAAAAAAHM/kERmqsM9Xzo/s320/100_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdbztZIG2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wKPbA20mhRg/s1600-h/100_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275786432404265826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdbztZIG2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wKPbA20mhRg/s320/100_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdXtycn2LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jxgkfrKG_u0/s1600-h/100_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Heather that I would post a picture of my tree so here it is. Tuesday we made homemade pizza and since my kids always act like that is a huge deal we took pictures of that too. I am super tired today, it was a busy day at pre-school and then awana. We made Christmas trees at pre-school and then I made wreaths at Cubbies. So I am crafted out for the day. I have to go rip all the old Girl Scout badges off a used vest that I bought Jeana so I will leave you with these pictures. Also I MUST go watch Top Chef.   PS. I am never quite happy with the placement of pictures on the blog.  I can't quite figure out how to make the pictures come after the words or move them around.  Any helps??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4552225246758452287?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4552225246758452287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4552225246758452287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4552225246758452287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4552225246758452287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree.html' title='The tree'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/STdb0xDy3LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/a3XJqgM9ZZc/s72-c/100_1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-123997197496874458</id><published>2008-12-01T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:19:20.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's flaw</title><content type='html'>Someone sent this to me, so I though it was good.  Pass it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the Lord made woman,&lt;br /&gt;He was into his sixth day of working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?&lt;br /&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart and she will do&lt;br /&gt;everything with only two hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't," the Lord protested.  "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.   She already heals herself when&lt;br /&gt;she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman.  "But you have made her so soft, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is soft," the Lord agreed,  "but I have also made her tough.  You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,  "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then angel the noticed something and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.  I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not a leak,"  the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed.  "You are a genius, Lord.  You thought of everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly amazing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is!  Women have strengths that amaze men.  They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.  They smile&lt;br /&gt;when they want to scream.  They sing when they want to cry.  They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.  They fight for what&lt;br /&gt;they believe in.  They stand up to injustice.  They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.  They go without so&lt;br /&gt;their family can have.  They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.  They love unconditionally.  They cry when their children excel and cheer&lt;br /&gt;when their friends get awards.  They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.  Their hearts break when a friend dies.  They grieve&lt;br /&gt;at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.  They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. &lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.  They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.  The heart of a woman&lt;br /&gt;is what makes the world keep turning.  They bring joy, hope and love.  They have passion and ideals.  They give moral support to their family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say and everything to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR OWN WORTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE pass this along to all your women friends and relatives to remind them just how amazing they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-123997197496874458?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/123997197496874458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=123997197496874458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/123997197496874458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/123997197496874458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/12/womans-flaw.html' title='Woman&apos;s flaw'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4636576137369763956</id><published>2008-11-30T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:45:52.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry over spilt milk mix</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would let you all know that Jeana is better. Friday her fever was less and then she had normal temp on Sat. Although since we stayed at home we have had a series of small calamities. The first on the night before thanksgiving Jeana broke a ornament that she was trying to put on the tree, I was a little upset about it because it was a baby's first Christmas ornament and we can't really get a new one. But what can you do? She was not being bad just hanging them up and one slipped off. The next day we were hanging the remainder of them and the same thing happened to me so then I had broke one too. Then I believe it was Friday night Jeana dropped a snow globe into the sink and glass glitter and yucky water was everywhere. I do mean everywhere. It was a mess. She was so up set I wasn't thrilled with the mess but could care less about the super ugly snow globe. Someone gave it to me I can't even remember who or where it came from. That is why it was in the bathroom. I let the girls decorate with the decorations I don't really care about. So it was cleaned up I was beginning to think we had a klutz problem. Then today Jeana went to pick up the milk mix container and the top popped right off and dumped the entire container of Strawberry Milk mix on the floor! We cleaned that up and all my husband could say was, well it smells good in here. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4636576137369763956?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4636576137369763956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4636576137369763956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4636576137369763956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4636576137369763956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-cry-over-spilet-milk-milx.html' title='Don&apos;t cry over spilt milk mix'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-6660218477478738639</id><published>2008-11-27T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:14:54.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We didn't go. Snif, Snif.</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda sad today,  We didn't get to go visit my family.  Jeana got sick and had a fever, since we have so many older people in our family we didn't go.  My aunt can't be around anyone who is sick, because she has 3 autoimmune &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diseases&lt;/span&gt;.  And also my Grandfather is doing chemotherapy so he cannot be around someone who is sick.  Bottom line, we had to stay here.  So yesterday when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; Jeana had a fever, I called to make a doctor's appointment.  She said our doctor was full and they only had appointments with JULIA,  she is the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt;.  I use to like her but,  since last year I am very wary of anyone but our Doctor.  We saw this same person last year when Jeana was so sick, she gave us the it's a virus and sent us home.  She also told us that she would have a fever for prob. 5 days so, after the five days if she is not better come back.  Let me tell you 5 days is a long time.  Anyway she was the only one I could get an appointment with and I even thought about taking her to the urgent care instead.  But she didn't seem that sick to me but I'm kinda paranoid about unknown origin fevers.  But since all she complained about was a sore throat and a headache, I waited.  She did the rapid strep test and Jeana freaked out a little about it.  She doesn't do so go now that she had so much done last year.  She kept saying it's too scary.  But she said in my lap and did it and then I took her to get a drink.  It came back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; so,  the lady said,  I believe it's a virus.  HA!  Like I want to accept that from her.  I look back at her and said, her lungs sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?  Her ears are not infected?  No sinus infection?  She looked at me like I was nuts, and said her fever should last not more than 3 days.  I said alright, but I was thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but if your wrong this time this is your last chance....&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go buy some food for Thanksgiving since all I had was pie and cheesecake.  We had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abbreviated&lt;/span&gt; version this year.  Jeana still has a fever but is not acting sick so the jury is still out for that.  I was doing good today, considering I have never not seen at least my Mom and Dad for Thanksgiving.  Last year they came to our house for Thanksgiving, before that I always traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; to see all the cousins, Grandparents, brother etc.  My sister, wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; this year either, she was thinking about it but decided not to since she had been gone a lot of November for her work.  So I called to talk to everyone for Thanksgiving and did good until the very end.  They let me talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; last and I kind of lost it after she got off the phone, she said some very sweet things to me even if she didn't really know who I was.  It made me so sad, not to get to be with her, I never know how much time is left for her so, hopefully Christmas I will get to see her, hug her one more time.  So I'm off to freeze part of the cheesecake I made or we will all look like elephants here.  I mean can 4 people eat the desserts meant for 14 people?   No so if you want some pie, come on over!  So on a good note, I am Thankful for my kids and my husband and friends, and not having to drive.  Also Brian elected to stay home and not go see his family, so we got to be all together.  Also I now have a fully decorated Christmas tree and do not have to do that next week.  HAPPY Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-6660218477478738639?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6660218477478738639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=6660218477478738639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6660218477478738639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6660218477478738639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-didnt-go-snif-snif.html' title='We didn&apos;t go. Snif, Snif.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3962493127732581695</id><published>2008-11-23T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:32:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go??</title><content type='html'>Well, I've used all my time reading others blogs that I have not much time for posting.  I was too busy commenting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; blogs.  I am very long winded too.  Today I spent most of my day fixing 2 pairs of jeans (my daughter wanted them to be less flair and more straight)  but I got them a little too tight and had to let it all out.  I hate ripping seam out.  I watched Tinkerbell with Jeana and played around with her and danced.  We were being silly dancing to the love bug song by the Jonas brothers.  It's a fun song.  Anyway my house looks like a disaster and I have to finish laundry, packing and make 2 pies, a cheesecake and pumpkin bread before I leave on Wednesday morning.  So If I don't post again till after I get back have a Happy Thanksgiving.  I am taking the laptop but I'm not sure I will have a connection so I will leave you with the recipe  for my FAMOUS  pumpkin bread.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know it's not famous but it IS great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-heat oven to 350 degrees and grease and flour 2 loaf pans&lt;br /&gt;3 cups Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1cup oil&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; ( you can use canned I just don't)&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup water&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;Mix together and put aside&lt;br /&gt;in another bowl combine&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 cups flour 2 teaspoons soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;sift and add to wet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;.  Mix till batter is smooth.  Divide into the loaf pans and bake 1 hour.  Sometimes it needs 10 -20 more min.  Bake until tester comes out clean.  Let cool for 30 min or so on wire rack and then turn out of pan and cool completely.  You can also bake this in a bunt pan and put some cream cheese icing on top for a yummy holiday brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make fresh pumpkin.  Cut pumpkin top off and scoop out seed like for a jack o lantern.  Then you can cut up in chunks and take off outer skin of pumpkin and boil (stew) in water like squash.  When you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pierce&lt;/span&gt; it with a fork easily it is done.  Then drain off water and mash or I use food processor to puree it.  Then I freeze it for when I want to use it. &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;You can cut off top and scoop out seeds and replace top and bake in oven till soft.  Then allow to cool and scoop out flesh from rind and puree.  I like method 1 better the pumpkin is not as dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3962493127732581695?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3962493127732581695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3962493127732581695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3962493127732581695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3962493127732581695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go??'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2307544955730988074</id><published>2008-11-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:40:29.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad, and Mad at the same time.</title><content type='html'>This happened Sat and Sunday, I was so mad Sunday morning. Here is the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;I have had some store credit at Catherines store for some time. My grandmother bought me some clothes and they did not fit and were not me. Surprise, surprise. This has been happening for years with me and my grandmother. Anyway I returned them and got store credit. I have had it since this summer but have not found anything I really wanted and since Catherines is not my favorite clothes store, I have not really gone to it to look. I decided since they were having a sale I should go look and try to find something that I could wear to my Grandmothers at Thanksgiving. I spend forever there looking and trying on things. Winter clothes are all long sleeved and since I am a short person they do not fit me right, usually they hit past my fingers about 2 or 3 inches. So after all of the trying on I decide to get 2 pairs of jeans that I could wear to work and I found a top that I could wear with pretty fall colors, it was dressy and I could wear it with my brown pants that I already had. So I decide I will wear it to church that Sunday morning, I get the girls ready, I fix my hair, put on make up, (that makes 3 or 4 times this year!) And I put my top on last so make up won't get on it. Put it on and huh? I feel something under my arm. I feel around and yea, it is one of those big security tags! I can't believe that happened AGAIN! About 2 years ago I bought a black dress from Catherine's for my best friends father's funeral. I show it to my husband after he gets home that night and we see the tag. I have no way of getting the tag off before I have to leave for B'ville in the morning. Catherine's opens at 10am and the funeral was at 11:oo in B'ville. I WAS SO MAD! Anyway I returned the black dress, and told them I had no reason to keep it since I had to wear something else to the funeral. This time I took it back and told them I am returning something that belongs to you and showed them the tag, they said sorry. So I was all pretty but I had to take off everything I had on and changed and quickly too to get to church on time. Oh well I will wear it to Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2307544955730988074?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2307544955730988074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2307544955730988074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2307544955730988074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2307544955730988074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-sad-and-mad-at-same-time.html' title='So Sad, and Mad at the same time.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4170985312803412596</id><published>2008-11-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:06:27.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, been so busy lately I don't even remember what I wrote about last.  So nothing wrong here every one's fine just super busy helping someone out and doing all the things I need to for my kiddos.  Well I'm off to watch Survivor with my husband.  It's our date.  I know we are sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4170985312803412596?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4170985312803412596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4170985312803412596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4170985312803412596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4170985312803412596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-been-so-busy-lately-i-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2518011401849269400</id><published>2008-11-07T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:58:50.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke, and Poop what could be better?</title><content type='html'>So today I worked a extra shift at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school. I thought it was going to be good but I was WRONG! It started out good with only one of the twins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school and everyone playing play-dough nicely. We manage to get circle time done alright but when it was time to get everyone to try to potty it went down hill pretty fast. There is a bathroom attached to our classroom and I leave the door open but I have to step into the bathroom and help whoever with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snapping&lt;/span&gt; and hand washing and such. That being said they can be perfectly fine but as soon as I take one step into that bathroom they all loose it. I step out and one is standing on a table, one is pushing another and one is screaming because someone touched her! They turn instantly into crazed animals. It took multiple times to get the one child to do his time out without leaving the time out zone. He was just horrible. By the time I got everyone done in the bathroom and got their jackets on a was sweating like crazy. We went outside where the boy that was pushing proceeded to push several more times and I wanted to rip out my hair. Then one of the other boys screamed in my face because I tried to tie his shoe. The other teacher got all over him and told him not to talk to me that way. I wanted to swat his backside but I usually do want to do that to him at least twice a day so what else is new. So we proceeded inside to lunch. The other 2 year old teacher who I was filing in for showed up and asked me if I was suppose to go home now or could I stay until after nap time. I told her I wasn't told to go home when she showed up so she said good and we went on with going in for lunch. (boy do I wish that I had gone home) We gave the kids their lunches and one little boy wouldn't eat his very good. (he only eats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; anyway) He tried to throw his lunch away with out eating any of it and I told him no he needed to eat some of his lunch. He got really upset and started crying. The other teacher came in and asked what was up with him and I told her and she said yes he needed to eat some. As this point he got hysterical and we told him he didn't have to eat the whole thing we just wanted to save it so if he wanted later he could have it. He kept crying. Finally he settle down and everyone else was finishing lunch and we decided he must not feel good. The other teacher picked up his lunch and put it away. She went out of the room to see about something and he got all upset again. I told him to come here and I would hold him. I got him calmed down and asked if he was better he said yes, I put him down and he promptly puked on the floor walked threw it and puked again in another spot. By that time, I had grabbed the trash and he was crying again and all the 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; were freaking and I was gagging and trying not to be sick myself. The other teacher came in and grabbed wipes to clean him and try to get him to puke in the trash and I still trying not to puke myself got the other kids to stay in their seats, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school director gave me something to sprinkle on the vomit to absorb it and looking at it again did it. I got sick in the sink with all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt; and then had to clean that up too. YUCK. Anyway I was ready to leave when all the kids got picked up. I took my friends kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;(they had another child in the hospital) so they left with me too. We were going to pick up the grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt; and then drop them off at their house. While waiting for the bell to ring the 3 year old pooped in her pants. She didn't tell me she needed to, just went and hid by the slide and did it. She wanted me to change her at the school but I had no wipes and no patience by this time and I told her she was just going to have to walk in it until I could get her home. She walked like a bow legged monkey (it would have been funny if I had any humor left by that time.) We got the big kids and I spread a bag for her to sit in and I took them home. I was going to let them come play for a hour, so my friend could take a longer nap but I decided that, since my day was already in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;, to cut and run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2518011401849269400?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2518011401849269400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2518011401849269400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2518011401849269400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2518011401849269400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/puke-and-poop-what-could-be-better.html' title='Puke, and Poop what could be better?'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-604004998892621668</id><published>2008-11-05T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:27:14.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't quit thinking about it.</title><content type='html'>Well while everyone was busy watching election coverage yesterday, I was not.  I spent some time with my kids and then decided to watch a show on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satelite&lt;/span&gt; that would not get interrupted 50000 times with election updates.  I was interested in the outcome but my watching it for hours would not change the outcome.  So as I was watching the TV in my living room I saw a small shadow pass across the doorway.  I wasn't sure what I saw or if I even saw anything but I got up and looked under the chair and found nothing when I moved it.  Then about 30 min. later I saw something dash again.  This time I SAW it and I was sure.  It was a MOUSE.  If you know me you will understand why I am upset.  I think mice, are the most foul things ever and can't stand to know that one or more may be in my house.  Now that I know I saw it, I freaked and started picking things up and moving them up high and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puting&lt;/span&gt; things in tubs.  I sat there and watched the place that I saw it run and saw it go back and forth at least 2 more times.  OH yeah so much better than watching the election coverage.  The last time I took a flashlight and looked for where it went and determined it went in the hole where we turn on the gas for our fireplace.  So I put a very heavy tub on top of that and have not seen the little vermin since.  I hope it dies a nasty death and all it's little vermin friends hear of it and run far far away from my home.  That being said I went to my closet and put all my clothes on the top tier rack so that nothing was handing down.  At the old house, we lived in a big field and we had a horrible trouble with mice.  One got in my closet and climbed up a long dress that hung down and chewed down my favorite sweater, then they chewed up the hems of 4 other dresses and left their mark on countless other things.  I threw away almost the entire contents of that closet even when some clothes were fine.  I just couldn't wear them .  So Now I have a two tier closet and everything is on the top because they just creep me out.  They can get about everywhere and chew on anything.  I have all my pictures in heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rubbermaid&lt;/span&gt; tubs because of the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;invasion&lt;/span&gt;.  I called my husband and told him to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt;, traps, gas I didn't care but to bomb them back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stone age&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So today after work, I come home and check my email.  I found out someone I graduated with has passed away.  This makes me sad.  I look up on google the circumstances and get very angry.  This person was mowed down with a car.  Someone decided they were mad and plowed into a group of people and killed 2 men.  What gives them the right to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; life like that.  I hope they lock that man up and toss the key.  Well I the more I think on it the madder I get.  I know the Lord will take care of it so I need to let him.  I would never take matters into my own hands or I would be like that person that hit Dennis.  Please pray for his kids he had 3 and 2 of them under 10 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-604004998892621668?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/604004998892621668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=604004998892621668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/604004998892621668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/604004998892621668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-quit-thinking-about-it.html' title='I can&apos;t quit thinking about it.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7100389310453885088</id><published>2008-11-04T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:38:45.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of Mamaw about 12 years ago.'/><title type='text'>She hit someone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SRBcES2yxsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/suzevr8y9TE/s1600-h/Jana+%26+Mamaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264809193247000258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SRBcES2yxsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/suzevr8y9TE/s200/Jana+%26+Mamaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, most of you know that my grandma is in a Alzheimer nursing care place, She has been having some fluid retention problems and they say she may be in kidney failure, but anyway she also has been having some behavior issues. They keep calling my aunt and telling her about it. We are afraid she is going to get kicked out of the place. Yesterday she hit a lady that works there because she thought another resident was her child and she was dragging the person along and they didn't want to go. The worker tried to get my grandmother to let go of the other resident and she then hit the worker because " she tried to take her child" I told my mom see how safe you were when you were little!!! So they had to rub more antipsychotic cream into her arm. My poor aunt gets a phone call everyday about what my grandma has "done" she said it's like being called to the principals office for your bad child. Well that's the update for now, I have to get off here and go Vote, and set up my Awana room. Pray for my family this gets harder all the time with my grandparents and it's really taking a toll on all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7100389310453885088?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7100389310453885088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7100389310453885088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7100389310453885088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7100389310453885088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-hit-someone.html' title='She hit someone!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SRBcES2yxsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/suzevr8y9TE/s72-c/Jana+%26+Mamaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1740802335025174531</id><published>2008-11-03T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:18:19.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ureeka!  I found it.  (both of them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_at3cJVeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K7WOAAiq9WQ/s1600-h/100_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666970930370018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_at3cJVeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K7WOAAiq9WQ/s400/100_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_atbOVkbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s72tFWgveWc/s1600-h/100_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666963356258738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_atbOVkbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s72tFWgveWc/s400/100_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_atPDLAJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n5uJZzaouuA/s1600-h/100_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666960088203410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_atPDLAJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n5uJZzaouuA/s400/100_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_as_CNYcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GwpJi1cK6VQ/s1600-h/100_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666955789197762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_as_CNYcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GwpJi1cK6VQ/s400/100_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_ZPPjZ2EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XRoFf2-mjRs/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found my camera, someone had turned it into the office at Jeana's school and so it was safe and sound. I was sooo happy, we have other camera's but I like this one best. We have other's because my husband is the Will Rogers of electronics at Sears. He has never met a bargain he didn't like. So when there is a close out of a model he either buys it or finds a friend that needs it. He sometimes drives me crazy with it. So the other thing I found today was the picture of me with my brother and sister when we were little. I have been driving myself crazy looking for it. I had look in all the photo boxes/tubs of pictures and albums. I knew it was in a little purse sized album but couldn't find it. That's because it was in PLAIN SIGHT for a year for all I know. I found it on top of the microwave in the Kitchen go figure. It probably has been there from the time I unpacked it last year. I don't really even remember seeing it since we moved here. But the microwave is a magnet for little stuff that doesn't have a home. Well I was so excited I called my Mom and told her I found it. Anyway Saturday I wasted way too much time trying to figure out how to change the template on my blog. Why is it so hard compared to myspace? Also I couldn't find as many choices that I like so I may change it again soon. I like Heather's better than mine. I also lost my music when I changed it so I have to fix that too. Anyway since I wasted all that time, I forgot to cut up my pumpkins, since it wasn't cold and I don't have a extra fridge, I put them in the storage room (in the winter it is super cold in there) but it wasn't cold enough so they molded in one day. YUCK! I usually make jack o lanterns and the day or two after Halloween, I cut it up and take off the rind and cook it. Freeze the cooked pumpkin and make my World Famous pumpkin bread. Well it's really not world famous but very darned good. People at church will be crying if I don't bring it and my family will whine a lot too. So I only have 2 batches of frozen pumpkin left from the last time I cooked pumpkin. That will not last to make for teachers and friends for gifts so I will have to bite the bullet and buy another pumpkin and gut it and clean it. Oh well at least a pumpkin only cost $4.00. I'm also posting Halloween pictures since I couldn't before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1740802335025174531?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1740802335025174531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1740802335025174531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1740802335025174531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1740802335025174531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/11/ureeka-i-found-it-both-of-them.html' title='Ureeka!  I found it.  (both of them)'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SQ_at3cJVeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K7WOAAiq9WQ/s72-c/100_1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-5790821440087979838</id><published>2008-10-31T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:40:40.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loosing it!! Well at least my camera.</title><content type='html'>Well we had all kinds of Halloween fun today, I did the party thing at Jeana's school and with the 5 million bags of candy that we handed out, I somehow left or lost my camera. I think it is in Jeana's class room but I can only remember taking pictures of the kiddo's eating all their goodies. And I do mean their was TONS, if I ate all of that I would be sick. They had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag full of candy, a popcorn ball, a cookie with icing on top, 2 pieces of pizza, a apple, juice and various other candy that parents brought to hand out. Thankfully my child only ate 1 piece of candy and saved the rest and her pizza and half of the popcorn ball. She saved the cookie for later and the apple too.  The girls looked so good and we carved some awesome pumpkins too. I took pictures with Jana's camera since mine was MIA. We took Jana's friend with us to trick or treat and next year we will have to ask a friend for Jeana. It is late and I am sitting up waiting for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to kick in so my ears will quit ringing. I loved the parade with all the kids at Jeana's school. Some of my favorites I saw was Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;, a ant at a picnic and that cute little witch that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt; to me! Jana's in middle school and they don't dress up there. She did the trick or treat thing but it is close to the end for that I think. Anyway I will post pictures later so you can see the girls and our pumpkins. I'm starting to get tired so I guess I will lay down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-5790821440087979838?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5790821440087979838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=5790821440087979838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5790821440087979838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5790821440087979838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-loosing-it-well-at-least-my-camera.html' title='I&apos;m loosing it!! Well at least my camera.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2869295883807419579</id><published>2008-10-27T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:53:21.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost flamed my Mom</title><content type='html'>So when I was ranting this morning about the cake not being right, I forgot to tell you that I almost set my Mom's hair on fire when Jeana was blowing out the candles.  I took the lid off the cake and lit the candles and you know how the cake is usually on a scalloped board when you buy it?  yes this one was too.  Also there is usually a black flat bottom that the lid snaps on too.  Well I left the scalloped board on the black bottom and after the candles were lit I walked over to the table while singing happy birthday.  Well I told my husband to take the picture and I tipped the cake slightly so he could get Jeana blowing out the candles.  At that moment I tipped the cake and it began sliding towards my Mom's head flaming candles and all,  I righted it and it began to slide still lit at me!  I then stuck my finger in the cake to stop it and at the same time Jeana blew out the candles.  I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  I saw my Mom's head on fire in the flash before I righted the cake.  Jeana was not bothered in the least, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; for sticking my finger in her cake and she responded by "fixing"it herself with her fingers,  so I responded by saying I guess that is your piece.  Oh well Happy Birthday sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2869295883807419579?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2869295883807419579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2869295883807419579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2869295883807419579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2869295883807419579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-almost-flamed-my-mom.html' title='I almost flamed my Mom'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2307392064885682837</id><published>2008-10-27T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:25:24.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughing, Coughing , and more you know!</title><content type='html'>Well if you can't tell by the title of this post, I'm sick,  I feel like I have been hacking my lungs up all weekend and doesn't seem to help.  I have taken breathing treatments and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mucinex&lt;/span&gt; till I am fed up with it.  I didn't go to bible study because I thought everyone else would like to HEAR the Video.  My poor husband, I doubt he got any sleep the last two nights and he never said a word.  He just hugged me this morning.  He even started to make his own lunch with out me asking him too.  I told him I would do it, I mean everyone wants their lunch laced with cough germs right?  My parents were here this weekend and we had a pretty good visit with them,  we took Jean and Jana to see High School Musical and had a lot of fun with that.  I still like the first one better but it was a pretty good conclusion to the others.  There were some highly funny parts.  Well I better get off here I have to fix some one's costume for them, and find a old picture of me with my siblings for my grandmother's album.  I only have a few, my Mom has more but I don't think she is really into looking right now, she look so tired this weekend.  This whole thing with my grandparents is dragging at her.  It would help if she lived in the same town, but she tried to get them to move like 6 to 7 years ago when the house next to her was for sale but no my grandfather wouldn't do it.  I want to say this now, I love my grandfather BUT he has not once done anything to help my aunt and Mom to make taking care of them easier.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh and my parents were here because it was Jeana's birthday.  Friday I ordered a cake Jeana wanted a Halloween type cake and I was not into coloring a bunch of icing and piping pictures on the cake, she wanted ghosts and I couldn't find any ghost to stick on it like rings or toys that would do.  So we went to order one and told the lady, we want it Halloween  with purple frosting and orange piped trim.  We want a spider web and spiders and some ghost maybe.  Well went I went to pick it up it wasn't anything like I said it was not all purple and orange it was airbrushed instead with a small hint of purple and had these creepy trees and small little ghosts.  NO Spider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt;, no orange trim  the only thing that was right was the Happy birthday Jeana,  I was so mad, but the lady said her cake decorator didn't show up today and so we couldn't get it fixed.  So I took it and Jeana said it was cool but I was still mad.  I mean what is so hard with purple and orange???  well I must go take some more medicine  and hack some more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2307392064885682837?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2307392064885682837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2307392064885682837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2307392064885682837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2307392064885682837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/coughing-coughing-and-more-you-know.html' title='Coughing, Coughing , and more you know!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1152533867250168094</id><published>2008-10-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:20:28.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what was sent to me.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm not really a drinker but I might want to if.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why parents drink:&lt;br /&gt;The boss wondered why one of his most valued employee had not phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.  "Hello ?"   ''Is your daddy home?"  he asked. "Yes ," whispered the small voice.  "May I talk with him?"  The child whispered, " No ."  Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?" Yes. ''May I talk with her?"Again the small voice whispered, "No ." Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there? ''Yes ,"whispered the child, "a policeman ".Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"   ''No, he's busy", whispered the child.  "Busy doing what?"  ''Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman ," came the whispered answer.  Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?''  A helicopter, answered the whispering voice. "What is going on there?"   demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.  Again, whispering, the child answered, "The search team just landed a helicopter."  Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?" Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle..."ME ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1152533867250168094?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1152533867250168094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1152533867250168094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1152533867250168094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1152533867250168094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-what-was-sent-to-me.html' title='Look what was sent to me.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7566260677837407858</id><published>2008-10-15T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:44:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day gone by.</title><content type='html'>We found out about my grandfather's pet scan. The email about it was super complicated but the short version is that he doesn't have any cancer in his brain he has some small places in his neck but the most of it is in his stomach area. They are going to do some mild form of chemo, suppose to have mild side effects. It will last for at least 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is kinda fried and I can't think of what I was going to write about a few minutes ago. I realize that I missed a step in my sewing project and now it is making more sense. Amazing huh! I'm really proud of Jeana she got 3 jewels tonight at awana. That is a lot of bible verses said. She has been working super hard on it this week. Well I should go to be so I'll get more done tomorrow. I have 2 projects going and I need to finish them up quickly. One is my daughters costume and the other is Mamaw's photo album. I didn't find too much to use on Tuesday. But spent too much time looking at old photo's. I will look at the albums tomorrow and scan some to use. It would help if I could remember what I did with the book that I am going to but the pictures in. I know I put it in a place that I thought I would remember but I DON'T. I that note maybe I will sleep on it and remember in the morning. Anything is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7566260677837407858?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7566260677837407858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7566260677837407858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7566260677837407858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7566260677837407858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-gone-by.html' title='Another Day gone by.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2231087783095597516</id><published>2008-10-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:42:31.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you love the smell of BURNT Chocholate</title><content type='html'>Why is it when I don't plan things out they all go haywire? Last night I was talking to a old friend when it was bedtime, so I failed to lay out clothes for Jeana for school and write down the books she had read in her folder. So I was rushing around getting things done when I as assaulted with a very strong smell. Then I heard Jana say why is my pop tart burnt? Both her Daddy and I go in the kitchen and say how long did you microwave it for? She said 2 min. I said 2 min. !! I said 17 seconds. It's not a pizza pocket! She just looks at me and said oh I forgot. I mean sometimes she is soooo BLOND. Sorry if you happen to be blond but you know what I mean. She only cooks 2 things in the microwave, pop tarts and pizza pockets but she got the times mixed up. Sometimes for a smart cookie she is a little whacked. Any way after she went on to school and left me with the burn smell and pop tarts I had to rush to get Jeana to school, Why, Why is it when you are in a hurry they NEVER have the same sense of urgency that you do. That SO makes me turn into a raving Lunatic. I mean must she drink her milk one spoonful at a time???? So now I am back home from taking her to school, I just hope she doesn't do that with her work today. She got in trouble last week and got a sad note for not finishing her work. I'm not sure she can see like she should probably time to go to the eye doctor. Brian and I both got glasses in 1st or 2nd grade and Jana did also.&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to hear about my Grandpa's pet scan, so I guess I will go find some photo's for Mamaw's book, I need to get that finished this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2231087783095597516?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2231087783095597516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2231087783095597516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2231087783095597516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2231087783095597516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-you-love-smell-of-burnt-chocholate.html' title='Don&apos;t you love the smell of BURNT Chocholate'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2777356154069149879</id><published>2008-10-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:19:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I had Planned</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not so blah anymore,  I was annoyed this morning, I had my whole day planned and RING, the phone rang, they wanted me to work, so out was bible study, setting up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt;, going to the store, and doing laundry and in was taking care of all the little monsters, or as my husband called them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Satan's&lt;/span&gt; spawn.  They were really not as bad as they have been before but they couldn't be called good in most people's book.  But I did it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; I was fine with it this morning until I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; I made me a salad for lunch and then forgot the dressing to go with it.  I mean did you think I was going to eat carrots, spinach and all that with NO dressing??  So I had some lovely animal cookies for lunch, yes thank you it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nutritious&lt;/span&gt; and delicious.  I washed it down with the leftover coke I had with my breakfast.  The downer for the day was my arm was killing me by the time I left.  So I had better get back to sewing my daughters costume the go go dress is going good so far. (knock on wood)  I got a phone call from a old friend and talked way to long to her, but I'm so glad we talked, it felt so good.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; do we let things like that go?  We shouldn't let those people slip away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2777356154069149879?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2777356154069149879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2777356154069149879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2777356154069149879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2777356154069149879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-what-i-had-planned.html' title='Not what I had Planned'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7216785113859751677</id><published>2008-10-10T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:22:17.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Ever have the blahs?  I think that is my problem, I feel tired, nothing is exciting to me and  I dwell on depressing things.  I even find it depressing that I have not much to write about.  For those of you following about my grandfather, he has gone to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oncologist&lt;/span&gt; and will be having chemo and that's all I know, except it won't be oral it will be IV and that makes it harder for my family.  BUT I should have known it would be IV, I mean has anything been easy to deal with so far?  Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the half empty side of my family talking.   Well Jeana had a hard week but she seemed in good spirits today because of the apple celebration.  Everyone loved the apple bread I made, and that should have made my day, but well it was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Well I have to get going because I need to be on time to pick up Jana because she stayed for quiz bowl.  Then we are off to the Library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7216785113859751677?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7216785113859751677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7216785113859751677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7216785113859751677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7216785113859751677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7394841983154908249</id><published>2008-09-29T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:05:18.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results</title><content type='html'>Well,  finally after much searching/ calling by my aunt my grandfather got his test results back.  He does have small cell lymphoma.  We don't know much else or anything about his treatment at this time.  My grandma is in her new place and is doing better.  They are giving her more powerful drugs and that seems to be helping.  She is still able to walk and talk to people even though everything she says doesn't make sense.  But her laughing instead of screaming that your going to hell is way better for everyone.  My sister has been going to visit her most days and she has to leave at the end of this week to go home.  My grandfather has not been able to visit her yet but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; he will feel stronger soon.  I am going to be making a book for my grandmother so she has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt; picture of everyone so she can look at them.  Well I was lazy today and didn't feel very well so I slept most of today.  So tomorrow will be a busy day, with taking both girls to school, setting up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awana&lt;/span&gt;, folding a Huge pile of laundry, taking Jeana to a Brownie meeting, and somehow getting to the store for food for dinner.  Oh and I need to go by the Girl scout office and pay Jana's registration fee.  I'm sure there are more things to do but I won't get them done so I will have to leave them for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course on Wednesday I have to go teach the little monsters at the preschool.    I did finally weed out the dolls we are not keeping and put them in a bag for giving away or garage sale.  It is a huge bag, you would be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7394841983154908249?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7394841983154908249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7394841983154908249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7394841983154908249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7394841983154908249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/test-results.html' title='Test Results'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1141483750413431518</id><published>2008-09-22T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:24:14.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update, for Grandpa</title><content type='html'>I kept meaning to post but I don't know much more than last time. My grandfather did pass the blockage without surgery praise God for that. He had a biopsy for the lymphoma but no news of that. They did find a nursing home for my Grandmother but she had to go to a hospital first for 5 to 10 days so they could observe her and regulate her meds since she had been combative. She tried to bite, and hit my Mom and has hit my Grandfather too. My sis came to stay for a while with my Grandfather because he is so weak from his whole hospital stay. All he would tell me about was how awful the automatic beds were. lol I would love to go there and see him and help some but it's very cost prohibitive at the beginning of school when we have so much other things to pay for. Plus I'm not sure how my asthma child would do with the dust situation there. But PLEASE pray for my aunt and her whole work situation. She had to take off all last week because of the whole hospital drama and she has something called family leave and filled out the paper work, but because the DUMB doctor did not fill out the paper work like she told him to they have rejected the family leave. She could get fired for this and loose her insurance, she only has one month until she retires and would have insurance for retirement but if she gets fired before that, no insurance. I'm sure they are looking for any excuse her treatment cost $8,000. each month. Yes I meant to put that many zeros on that figure. It is a special blood transfusion because she has no antibodies for lungs and ear infections. She has 3 autoimmune diseases. So PLEASE PRAY that the protest she filed for her family leave doesn't get rejected and they overturn the first decision. Pray she doesn't get fired. Well I have to scoot to get to bible study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1141483750413431518?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1141483750413431518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1141483750413431518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1141483750413431518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1141483750413431518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-for-grandpa.html' title='update, for Grandpa'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7676442230504362408</id><published>2008-09-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:50:47.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Crazy Here!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I found out yesterday that my Grandfather is in the hospital, he has some kind of blockage in his intestines and may have lymphoma.  But they can't test his limp nodes until the blockage thing is cleared up.  If it doesn't go with meds he may have to have surgery.  Meanwhile everyone is freaking out trying to find someone to take care of my Grandma.  Everyone has a job and no one has that much time off that lives reasonably close.  I think my sister may come and help but she can't come till the 20th I think my mom said.  My Mom has taken her personal days but if something else happens this school year she is messed up.  I just am praying for God to take care of this.   Well my arm is better today at least mostly it is still sore but not nearly as bad as yesterday.  Last night my elbow popped and after the first initial pain it helped it.  So I have to dash, I have to have everything ready for Cubbies tomorrow because I have to tell the story too, the story lady can't make it.  bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7676442230504362408?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7676442230504362408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7676442230504362408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7676442230504362408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7676442230504362408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-crazy-here.html' title='It&apos;s Crazy Here!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1856429263627509593</id><published>2008-09-15T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:39:50.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. Meanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been on for a while, I 've been busy getting back into the school routine. I've also been helping a friend get ready for her foster child. Believe me there is a lot to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized the other day I talk but no one listens the first time, it's getting annoying. Why, Why, Why do I have to say change your clothes, 3 times every Sunday after church, it's not like it's a new thing. I have been making my kids change out of church clothes after church since birth, did they think I was changing my mind NOW?? Ok thats my rant for the day. I also have hurt my arm. It hurts mostly in my elbow but really all the way down from my shoulder into my fingers. When I make a fist it hurts in my shoulder. Fun huh. My husband thinks I pinched a nerve. Last night I decided to clean out the toy box, I don't know why that struck me as important then, but I started but didn't finish. Our toy box is a haven for stuffies and babies. All who have not been used in at least 5 months. So I thought I will get rid of these and combine this haven with the baby doll tub in Jeana's room. Yes we have more babies. But I made this huge pile and then, chickened out. I couldn't decide who was loved more than another one. So the pile sits till I come back from bible study. When I was trying to decide to toss from the babydoll tub yesterday, I had a doll that Jeana almost never played with and thought I will toss this, she said hey I love this one and started playing with it. I thought great that will be in my house for another year. Oh and no it was discarded on the floor about 4 hours later so I think it might disapper today while she is at school. So I will take some pics to you will see what a Large decision this it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2Ee7wsI/AAAAAAAAADw/PkgrO-dP39E/s1600-h/100_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246251391617057474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2Ee7wsI/AAAAAAAAADw/PkgrO-dP39E/s320/100_0951.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM63nPbiTOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_1wBbar6rDg/s1600-h/100_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246332500718013666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM63nPbiTOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_1wBbar6rDg/s320/100_0949.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dolls from toy box and discarded doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2p-1-5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFE9ogUOj5E/s1600-h/100_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246251401683008402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2p-1-5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFE9ogUOj5E/s320/100_0953.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2dazivI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mP5aYshE7gY/s1600-h/100_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246251398310628082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2dazivI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mP5aYshE7gY/s320/100_0952.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2p-1-5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFE9ogUOj5E/s1600-h/100_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Jeana's doll tub and doll clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2p-1-5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFE9ogUOj5E/s1600-h/100_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2dazivI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mP5aYshE7gY/s1600-h/100_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2dazivI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mP5aYshE7gY/s1600-h/100_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2dazivI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mP5aYshE7gY/s1600-h/100_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t19826-I/AAAAAAAAADo/GUkGc4091zg/s1600-h/100_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246251389863521250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t19826-I/AAAAAAAAADo/GUkGc4091zg/s320/100_0950.jpg" width="256" 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/5234290396363823819-1856429263627509593?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1856429263627509593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1856429263627509593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1856429263627509593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1856429263627509593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/misc-meanderings.html' title='Misc. Meanderings'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SM5t2Ee7wsI/AAAAAAAAADw/PkgrO-dP39E/s72-c/100_0951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-5415599727219186869</id><published>2008-09-04T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:14:28.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Van</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been happening so I decide to tell some of you about my van.  My Van has been kind of a pain for a while and is got all kinds of things wonky with it.  For starters it pings a lot of the time not just when I forget to turn my lights out or when the door is open but as I go down the road or if it just feels like it.  It may do it for 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; or it may stop when you wiggle the keys.  Also it has a rattle by the sliding door.  It sounds like the door is not closed all the way but believe me it is.  I don't know how many times I have pulled over an slammed the door to make sure it is shut but no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not it.   Also the window is broken again.  Two years ago both automatic windows broke my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to fix them himself and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fix it&lt;/span&gt; couldn't he paid $300 for the shop to fix.  It came with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;warranty&lt;/span&gt; and good thing because we took it back like 3 times before they were fixed and working.  One time they said they were fixed, we get the van back and then I go to a drive though and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;, no window.  So the other day the passenger side one broke again.  Of course now the warranty is out now.  Then the fun part the lights will no longer turn out in the interior of the car, yes my husband hand to yank out the fuse so it won't run out the battery.  Then we have the whole key thing,  sometimes my keys unlock the hatch of the van sometimes they won't, never know.  Same thing on the passenger side door and sliding door.  So when it's raining like the other day I'm trying to get my kids in the door fast so they won't get wet right?  I'm running around the car like a maniac trying to unlock it.  I know so don't lock it and then that won't happen.  I'm kinda weird about that.  I've always locked my door and when I don't and I have to get in the Van I go around checking the back seats to see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt; in there, it happens ya know.  Anyway that goes back to the no light issue.  I can't check the seats in the back if theirs no interior lights right?  What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; you say?  How about the brake light is on even though I have new brakes and my husband has even bled the lines and checked everything?  Oh and the other lights that come on and go off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;indiscriminately&lt;/span&gt;, who knows why.  But even though I get frustrated with this vehicle I'm reminded with every rattle, ping or light that God gave me this van.  During the worst time of my life he gave me this van free of charge.  I have been driving it for 6 years and it is still running ( the motor part is at least)  It is a blessing.  I have been able to drive lots of kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;awana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vbs&lt;/span&gt; with this van and it has helped my family.  I will tell you how I got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family in my church (they have asked to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; and so I comply with their wishes) they were getting a new van for their family, their old van still in good condition (at the time) could have been traded in for some off their new van's price but they felt like it could be a help to someone.  They asked our pastor to pray about it and they prayed about it and unknown to me my husband was praying about how to get a larger car for our family, with out breaking our budget.  They all were praying about this at the same time.  The family giving the van and our pastor both came up with my name and asked me point blank if I wanted a van.  I said sure but I don't have money for a van, they said no for free,  I said your joking right?  They said no.  So a few days later I had a fully clean, lovely van to drive.  So when I gripe about my van, don't  think I don't remember about my blessing, because I do.  I waiting for a new blessing to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-5415599727219186869?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5415599727219186869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=5415599727219186869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5415599727219186869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/5415599727219186869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-van.html' title='my Van'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3054177906232608319</id><published>2008-09-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:43:44.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a few days I've been  trying to spend more time with my kiddo's and keeping my house clean.  But... Its not going so well.  I have been having a lot of allergies and not feeling so good.  I have had to use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inhaler&lt;/span&gt; before I go to sleep and then I have trouble sleeping or staying asleep.  Then I fell asleep two days this week in the middle of the day because I was so tired.  I took the kids to the park tonight, but we ended up leaving because this whole band of teen boys were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monopolizing&lt;/span&gt; the slides and Jeana didn't feel comfortable playing with them around.  We went to another park and that was better but I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out by a man just watching all the kids.  Maybe he was harmless, but maybe he wasn't.  Anyway I kept a close eye on my kiddo's and he was still there when we  packed up to go home.  I know it is sad that I thought bad of this man I didn't know, but I have to watch out for my girls ya know?  Well I have to put the dry rub on the ribs and put them in the fridge for tomorrow. Sorry you can't taste them they are super good, even if I did make them myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3054177906232608319?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3054177906232608319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3054177906232608319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3054177906232608319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3054177906232608319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-havent-posted-in-few-days-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2282862249510077433</id><published>2008-08-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:54:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US Woman beach Volleyball strike gold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was excited to watch the US women win their 2nd gold medal in the beach Volleyball.  They were awsome.  Especially since it was pouring down rain the whole time the match was going.  I would have said something like this.  It's raining, the ball is slippery, the water is messing with my contacts, and the sand is STICKING to me.  Let's do this another time.  Those 2 women are tough.  Congrats to them, it was awsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I just finished reading one of my favorite blogs its because I said so.  You all should check it out.  Dawn is a awsome funny writer and tells her life in the most amusing way.  Me I would be freaking out at all the stuff going on at her house and she is taking pictures to post.  She is very cool.  Well I started my preschool teaching life by going to my first meeting, next week is the open house and even though I am not the lead teacher it is making me very nervous.  This place wants the teachers to come up with their own curriculum and it is a lot to think about.  As the helper teacher I am suppose to be able to take over the lead teachers job at anytime if she is sick or something.  But how can I do that if I don't know what she is planning.  And believe me when I tried to talk about what she was going to do for open house she had NO CLUE!  So I am trying to be calm and let it go.  (not very easy for a controlling person)  so I went on tonight to my Awana training meeting that I was teaching,  only 1 person out of 3 showed up.  I spent at least 3 hours plus getting ready for this meeting and only one person has the courtesy to show.  Kudos to that person for her punctuality and actually showing to something she said she would be at.  Earlier I was mocking my husband while he played his game and using sarcasm.   he was telling one of his buddies about it and I told him I was a gold medalist in Mocking and a Silver at Sarcasm.  Maybe I have gotten carried away with the Olympics,  NAWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2282862249510077433?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2282862249510077433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2282862249510077433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2282862249510077433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2282862249510077433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/us-woman-beach-volleyball-strike-gold.html' title='US Woman beach Volleyball strike gold!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7744896841494037469</id><published>2008-08-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:27:19.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teen birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,  we had a birthday party for Jana with her friends.  She just wanted pizza, cake and her friends to hang out.  No problem right?  Well some of her friends don't know each other and she invited a few guy friends.  It was like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt; high dance.  Every one was just sitting and staring at each other.  I thought this is a bomb.  But I was afraid that Jana wouldn't like me just hanging out with them.  So I left the room and just kept a eye on them.  It got a little better but I finally went in there and started asking them questions about school and things how uncool was that.  but it worked I told them some stories about me and they laughed and then one of them started talking.  Thank goodness otherwise it was going to BOMB.  When everyone left to go home they all seem like they had a good time.  I even heard the first boy tell his brother who came to pick him up say"  why'd you have to come and get me now??"  So Jana was happy and that's what I wanted so Mission Accomplished!    So now I just have to figure out how to be a cool and fun 2 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school teacher.    I'm to go meet the other teachers on Wednesday so think about me.  I have not worked with people I don't know in a long time.  I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt;.  And I have to get the  no shopping teen to buy school clothes with her $100 from grandma.  Grandma always has stipulations with her gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7744896841494037469?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7744896841494037469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7744896841494037469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7744896841494037469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7744896841494037469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/teen-birthday.html' title='teen birthday'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2501820459906661587</id><published>2008-08-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:09:16.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; are here! Yeah, I'm not really a sports nut but for me I love to watch all of my countries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;athletes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competing&lt;/span&gt; and winning. I just watched the women and men's swimming which is some of my favorites, along with the diving, gymnastics are my favorite, and also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhythmic&lt;/span&gt; gymnastics. I confess, I also like to watch the running. My 12 year old daughter got really excited about the women's fencing, after we swept the medals in fencing she said the next day she would love a sword. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; going to happen! She also glided about the carpet after watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; ice skating at the winter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So since today was a super nice day, not to hot or cold, I told my girls they should go for a bike ride. Well miss Jeana crashed a burned big time. She had the full scale crash with the bike falling on top of her. When I got to her she had blood running all down her leg into her shoes. She was crying and screaming and in true girl style she started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; about blood in her shoes. Thankfully they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Croc's&lt;/span&gt; and easily washed off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Croc's&lt;/span&gt; I love those shoes. BTW, I have about 5 pairs of them myself. I love them. especially the cool retro wedge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;. But the ones I like and wear the most are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt;. but I am getting off the point. I felt bad that I had sent them out to get some exercise and then crash! Well she is recovering, but it is a pretty nasty scrape. Well I'd better go get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; rest. I seem to be making 1am my new bedtime, not cool when school is starting and I have to get kiddo's ready for school. Why am I the first one up and the only one in my family that doesn't actually go to a school? There's something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; with that if you ask me. That may have to change but I doubt it. Well I could ramble all night but I should go take my eyes out. (contacts silly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2501820459906661587?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2501820459906661587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2501820459906661587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2501820459906661587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2501820459906661587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1364874802212944674</id><published>2008-08-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:20:56.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>Just for everyone to know, my aunt took my grandmother to the doctor yesterday and the doctor basically said she has at the most 6 months left. He saw how out of control her emotions were and told my grandfather he should not push food on her all the time. Offer her the food at mealtimes and if she doesn't eat so be it. He said he had made a valiant effort. My Mamaw has lost 20 pounds since the last time she was at the doctor and that was a few months ago. She has lost weight every time she has gone to the doctor for several years now. She has been refusing to eat or drink a lot of the time and until yesterday my grandfather has spent 2 hours at each meal trying to coax her to eat or use tricks to get some kind of food in her. This is very hard, not that she is going to die, we have know that was going to happen for a long time now. This slow torture for her, and for us. It is so hard to watch someone you love just waste away and not even understand why themselves why this is happening. This may sound harsh to some, but we are ready for her to go to be with the Lord. We know that is where she will be and we don't want her to hurt anymore. I was thinking about all the things we had done, and I will always remember her loving me for me and her laugh. She always made me feel pretty, even when others did not. I was her dark hair beauty. When I was 10 she wrote this little poem in a autograph book for me. She wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember me, you may, you must&lt;br /&gt;as long as you can bite a crust.&lt;br /&gt;And when you can no longer bite,&lt;br /&gt;forget me if you think it's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget you Mamaw, you will live in my heart forever, just like I know even though you don't know me now, but I will live in your heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post was so sad. I just had to get it out there. I know people know that my grandmother has Alzheimer's but sometimes get the feeling they are tired of hearing about it or don't want to know about it so they won't have to face getting old themselves. I know it is more likely that I will get this because it runs in families so I have to face it. I can't let this go with out making plans for the future and my family, that way my family won't have to make all these hard decisions themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1364874802212944674?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1364874802212944674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1364874802212944674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1364874802212944674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1364874802212944674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1345234316399369189</id><published>2008-08-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:04:45.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; how busy I have been until I described all that I had been doing the last month to a friend. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; we have had 2 guest and painted a bedroom, Now we are gearing up for back to school. Also, I am keeping my friends little 3 year old for the next 2 days. We will see how that goes. She is a super cute little princess and my girls love her so we should have lots of fun. Now that said it is time to vent!!! Today we got in the mail a extra list for school. Never mind the list that we already picked up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart. This list had 2 times the stuff as the other one. That wouldn't have bothered me except that I had already bought school supplies on the TAX FREE day. I hate that they leave things to the last. They know we have this tax free day every year, why why can't they send this list before that day???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; now I have ranted, I better go so I can watch, Jon and Kate plus 8. I love that show!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1345234316399369189?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1345234316399369189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1345234316399369189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1345234316399369189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1345234316399369189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3144112929365930813</id><published>2008-08-01T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:44:25.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game for Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="728" height="509"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.barbie-dressup.com/swf/barbie-pink-dressup.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="728" height="509" src="http://www.barbie-dressup.com/swf/barbie-pink-dressup.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.barbie-dressup.com/'&gt;Dress Up Games for girls. Fashion and makeover games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxNzY*NDgyNjkwNiZwdD*xMjE3NjQ1MDU5NzAzJnA9NzQ5ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3144112929365930813?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3144112929365930813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3144112929365930813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3144112929365930813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3144112929365930813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-game-for-girls.html' title='New Game for Girls'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-6106989803856271232</id><published>2008-07-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:58:28.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recovery, painting, vbs</title><content type='html'>So, its been a while since I blogged.  I was so busy getting ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vbs&lt;/span&gt;, and for my reunion, that I had very little time for computer or even e-mail.  I actually forgot to check the regular mail for a week.  Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vbs&lt;/span&gt; was last week I am still recovering from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;busyness&lt;/span&gt; of it all.  I went straight from my reunion, tossed everything out of the car and then set up and decorated all afternoon and most of the evening.  Thanks to my friend who sent a child care worker to help me set up. &lt;br /&gt;S - is a super helper and always helps me out someway during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vbs&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway we had a blast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; the crafts were fun (thank you, thank you) and I didn't even have one kid get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; on my nerves.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; God taking care of everything for me and letting me enjoy the kiddos.  I'm not saying it wasn't work but the good kind ya know.  Anyway the reunion was very fun, I'm glad that I went and appreciate all the work everyone did to help put it on.  Thanks to class of 1989 people that were there just to help and take pictures.    So if we haven't been busy enough we decided since my husband is off today and tomorrow that we would paint the older child's room.  We promised we would paint when we moved in and it didn't happen because of the hospital extravaganza that we had in December.  So we finally decided to do it and thought we would get it done before my sister came on Wednesday.  But...  my husband pulled a muscle in his side and could reach above his head to paint, so I was stuck doing all the high places and that means climbing the step ladder over and over, and over and over,  Did you all know I'm 5' 3" .  No way can I reach the top and I usually don't have to I'm married to 6' 4" .  But today I had to do the top and it was no fun.  Plus the step ladder we had kept creaking alarmingly.  I was sure it would crack down the middle and there would be aqua paint everywhere.  But I finally finished and so we can put furniture back tomorrow.  Then on to cleaning, cleaning for sis.  She usually wants me to sew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; for her, when she comes so don't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when you hear all about it.  Last year it was perfect pillows with tufting.  (did I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; I had never tufted before then!!)  I read about it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and did it when she wasn't looking so she would drive me crazy.  I love my sister but she is more of a perfectionist than me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-6106989803856271232?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6106989803856271232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=6106989803856271232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6106989803856271232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6106989803856271232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/07/recovery-painting-vbs.html' title='recovery, painting, vbs'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-8713366189509034010</id><published>2008-07-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:31:09.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleary eyed and tired</title><content type='html'>Well, I am so tired tonight It will not be a long post.  I have to go pick up Jana from staying at my parents this week.  I am tired because I have painted Jeana's room this week and also the bed.  The wooden Loft bed was a endless painting problem.  It was horrible  I would roller one side look at the other side and there were drips so I would fix that and look at the other side more drips.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; now I feel better.  I am one of the anal people that can't stand stuff like that.  If you find like a million mistakes in here it is only because I have stayed up till 2 am like 3 nights running.  So you will like the color of Jeana's room if you love the pink color inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pepto&lt;/span&gt;.  Yep that pink.  In fact I had a pink room that color, I told my husband I had been in this room before.  I can say I didn't pick that color, my mother did.  My husband takes my girls to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt;, Home Depot, Sears and lets them bring home paint colors, he has been doing this for months.  Then the other day he told them to pick from their samples so we could paint.  I mean really you should see some of these colors.  It is crazy!!  So we are LUCKY to get this color it could be much worse.  I will post pictures tomorrow but I am just too tired.  We also have been decorating for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; and making decorations all afternoon.  I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; my Hawaiian shirt I have just the collar left to do but I already had to take it off once.  So I stopped so I won't make a mistake again because i am so tired.  I have to backspace every other word so good night for now.  Thank the Lord for spell check!  My mom has to go to the Alzheimer unit, I mean my Grandparents house this weekend so we will be getting a update soon, on what crazy stuff my grandmother has been doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-8713366189509034010?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8713366189509034010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=8713366189509034010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/8713366189509034010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/8713366189509034010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/07/bleary-eyed-and-tired.html' title='bleary eyed and tired'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-3580833143332335700</id><published>2008-06-30T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:11:51.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly loosing it.</title><content type='html'>I must not be getting enough sleep, I feel like I am loosing my grip.  Last week I lost my paycheck for 4 days.  I thought I had left it at church but no I just went all over the church where I had been on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, when I had last seen it.  Finally after retracing my steps for the 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; I had picked up a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vbs&lt;/span&gt; stuff to work on this week.  The flowers to make lei's, they needed holes punch in the middle of them so I took them home so I could do that.  So all week I had been putting those flowers back in the box and when I dumped the box, Wallah, the paycheck that I had been making myself crazy over.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; fast forward to the next day.  Today I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day we had movies that needed returned to the Library.  One had not been watched by my daughter so I told her to go watch it while I rounded up all the other 5 day items that were due.  I even looked at each person's library check out list online to make sure we had everything,  I picked up the movies and when my daughter was done watching, I told her to grab her stuff so we could go.  We only had a hour until the library closed.  So we go return the stuff and check out new stuff.  While we are checking out the new stuff the librarian said.  I just called your house, you left one of your Barney tapes in our case and left our movie at your house.  I just stood there looking stupid!  I couldn't believe I had done that.  I told her I was sorry and she just rechecked it for next week, but I still felt a little dumb.  Then when we got home there in the floor was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; that my daughter was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to grab after she watched it.  I wanted to scream  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ARRRRR&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean what was the point of going tonight to the library if it wasn't to keep us from getting late fines???  So now you know why I may loose it.  Not to mention the ant details I have to tell but I will leave that for another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-3580833143332335700?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3580833143332335700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=3580833143332335700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3580833143332335700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/3580833143332335700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/slowly-loosing-it.html' title='slowly loosing it.'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-4226721270380283001</id><published>2008-06-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:04:13.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ants go marching....</title><content type='html'>So here we have not been doing so much mostly I have and my husband have been battling the ants that keep invading our house.  I am sick of it.  First we had them in the bathroom.  My husband sprayed and they were gone ... for a few days. Then he sprayed again and they were gone mostly, I have seen a few in there, they must be mutant ants that adapted to the posion spray.  Then my daughter left a napkin out in the family room and the next thing I knew they were swarm all over the 2 crumbs of brownie like there was no tomorrow.  Ugh.. I cleaned up them killed a million of them with spray and sprayed ant killer all around the patio door and windows and baseboards.  Then a few days later they were found marching up the front of the dishwasher and all down the counter top.  I felt like ripping my hair out.  I mean my husband has already sprayed our yard and around the house but because of the constant rain it is just not working.  So I kill all the little invaders all over the place again and the next day my husband gets under the house in the crawl space and sprays yet again for the ants.  So my husband got on a fixing kick the other day and bought a new kitchen sink (the old one has been leaking for a while) and put it in.  He fixed a few other things that day and I told him how great the sink looked.  The next morning I go to my new sink and look in it..  I guess the ANTS thought it was great too because they were all over it.  They were swarming a chocolate milk glass that my husband drank out of the night before.  I do the dishes but he drinks and eats at like midnight and I don't do those till the next day.  Yes, I have been trying to get him to rinse the dishes for 17 years and still no compliance,  we even had a deal he was to do the dishes if he left out unrinsed cups.  He reneged.  I know he is pitiful.  Well after feeding the ants I decided to wash most of them down the drain and spray the rest with poison.  For a time one of the the ants appeared to be swimming in it, I thought great they love it.  So I am planning on buying some gel that kills ants and putting it around the kitchen window, I am at a loss to what to do.  I have been trying not to leave any food out but with kids and the husband, its hard anyone have suggestions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-4226721270380283001?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4226721270380283001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=4226721270380283001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4226721270380283001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/4226721270380283001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/ants-go-marching.html' title='The Ants go marching....'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-6547800996210291466</id><published>2008-06-18T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:25:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing out of the ordinary</title><content type='html'>Well the other night while laying in bed I thought of a great post for the blog.  I thought I will post that when I get up, not wanting to wake my husband who was sleeping.  But when I got up that morning I could not remember a thing I had thought of writing about.  Is that not horrible.  Still 3 days later I still can't remember  anything.  It is a wonder that I can find my way around town or remember to brush my own teeth.  Right now not much is going on here, I am preparing VBS crafts.  I have cut up foam until I am tired of it and cut straws up too for lei's.  Tomorrow I may punch holes in flowers until I am mortally tired of it.  But when we make the crafts with the kiddos we will have great fun. &lt;br /&gt;Also my youngest is away at my parents so it is very quiet around here.  We have enjoyed doing things with the oldest daughter that would not interest the younger one.  Well hopefully I will have a more exciting stuff to write about the next time.  Next month I am going to my 20 year reunion and that should provide some interesting things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-6547800996210291466?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6547800996210291466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=6547800996210291466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6547800996210291466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/6547800996210291466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-out-of-ordinary.html' title='Nothing out of the ordinary'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-1251279631311008752</id><published>2008-06-08T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:02:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a 6 year old takes a picture of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn1Llxb3I/AAAAAAAAACc/S_ecW0Xe8yQ/s1600-h/100_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn1Llxb3I/AAAAAAAAACc/S_ecW0Xe8yQ/s320/100_0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723401046945650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So lately my youngest has become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with taking pictures around the house and yard.  So I decided to share them with you all. Some of her pictures are more along the view of modern art. I'm not sure why a drain was interesting but I just glad it was clean.  The flower is good, never mind that it is upside down.  It is always good to take pictures of your friends artwork.  And to top it off it is always a plus when you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irritate&lt;/span&gt; your sister while taking all these master &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn1o6Y8tI/AAAAAAAAACk/IIvwPv6qS_8/s1600-h/100_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn1o6Y8tI/AAAAAAAAACk/IIvwPv6qS_8/s320/100_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723408918049490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn29OVr-I/AAAAAAAAACs/4ispeiyx5B0/s1600-h/100_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn29OVr-I/AAAAAAAAACs/4ispeiyx5B0/s320/100_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723431550300130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn3fQ3qwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hv8_c1GlC1w/s1600-h/100_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn3fQ3qwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hv8_c1GlC1w/s320/100_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723440687721218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-1251279631311008752?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1251279631311008752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=1251279631311008752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1251279631311008752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/1251279631311008752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-6-year-old-takes-picture-of.html' title='What a 6 year old takes a picture of'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEyn1Llxb3I/AAAAAAAAACc/S_ecW0Xe8yQ/s72-c/100_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2922517949485870970</id><published>2008-06-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:17:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been on for a few days the last few nights I have talked to my Mom about her bi monthly trip to go see my grandparents. She always washes my grandparents bedding, clothes and makes some food for them to eat. She also washes my grandmother's hair and rolls it and sets it. Most of this is done under extreme duress because my grandmother not remembering who my mother is, screams at her that she can wash her own hair, or dress herself or that she is being held prisoner or other stuff, like that she is mean. So my Mom need someone to talk about it when she gets home. Some of the stuff (my grandmother does would be funny if it wasn't so sad.) like when she tells my Grandfather that her husband is going to beat him up. lol that just makes me laugh. Yeah he will beat himself up.&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it clear, my mom lives 2 hours away and my grandfather has refused to move, we had my grandmother in a memory care facility, he took her out, he won't let us get him meals on wheels and we had someone coming from home health and cleaning but they moved away and he won't get anyone new. He says they will steal from him. I live even farther and my sister lives like 12 hours away. My brother lives the closest but he has 2 full time jobs and he is not one to wash a old lady's hair. He has helped my grandpa with some fixing on the house and mowing the lawn but my grandpa is very stubborn about getting other kind of non family help.&lt;br /&gt;So my Mom brought some baby door knob covers so my Grandmother can't leave the house, she has left 2 times this year and is always trying to leave. ( she thinks it's not her house, she is always going home.) Well the baby covers worked but they make my grandma mad (what else is new?) She has been yelling at my grandpa about him breaking the door. Well what would we expect? my grandmother is very feisty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2922517949485870970?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2922517949485870970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2922517949485870970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2922517949485870970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2922517949485870970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-been-on-for-few-days-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-7009188161506311583</id><published>2008-06-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:14:38.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetting things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEOA-BAsX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Suc-C39x3bE/s1600-h/100_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEOA-BAsX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Suc-C39x3bE/s320/100_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207147397082013506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted for a few days Saturday I had to catch up on all the folded laundry.  I did not make my 12 year old fold it all but she is going to help put it away- but she doesn't know it yet!  Last night I intended on posting but...  I went to work (at my church ) and they were talking about the VBS  meeting that was the next day.  I said that is tomorrow? I thought it was next week.  AHHH,  I had planned to have all my sample crafts made and I only had two.  So after all my kiddos were picked up I gathered my materials that I stashed, um I mean organized, I took them home and had a mini marathon craft session.  I couldn't make all of the things but got most of them done.  I took a picture so you all could see them.  But I keep forgetting things lately, more than I use to all the time.  I am beginning to think I have Alzheimer's early  or sympathetic forgetfulness like my Mamaw-- my family always said I was like her but this is taking it a little far.&lt;br /&gt;Also after the meeting I ended up working so Kudo's to my husband who had to cook supper and was so great about our change in plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-7009188161506311583?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7009188161506311583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=7009188161506311583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7009188161506311583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/7009188161506311583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/06/forgetting-things.html' title='forgetting things'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SEOA-BAsX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Suc-C39x3bE/s72-c/100_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-85546807839557794</id><published>2008-05-29T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:32:32.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my daughter (the 12 year old) asked me if she could go to a puppy party for her friend  at his house.  I told her I didn't see any reason not.  Then at dinner her father asked her about it and he found out it was her guy friend.  I thought his eyes were going to bug out.  I had to kick him under the table so he would quit making a federal case out of it.    Aparently the puppy was having a birthday party.  Really it was a excuse to go to a friends house and so he could invite her over for a hour.  The parents were there so I saw no reason to not let her go.  She had fun anyway, and I have met this boy before.  Anyway the 6 year old could not understand why she was invited to the puppy party.  I took her to the library instead.   Well there are a million things I should be doing like clean out the fridge, fold the laundry, load the dishwasher and others that I flat refuse to do like pick up toys.  I make the person playing with the toys pick them up.  Hmm maybe I will make the 12 year old fold some laundry too, tomorrow.  Doesn't that sound like the best thing for the first day of summer?  I need to work in my yard too.  We have a patch of overgrown ivy and I keep pulling some of it up but it keeps spreading.  My husband says it is going to choke him somday.  Well I guess I will actually do work now I have avoided long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-85546807839557794?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/85546807839557794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=85546807839557794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/85546807839557794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/85546807839557794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/05/puppy-party.html' title='Puppy Party'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234290396363823819.post-2003932005609159769</id><published>2008-05-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:55:23.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I am comming up on my hs 20 year reunion and it has caused me to think back about things I did, people I no longer see and it has been making me sad.  Are we not suppose to be happy about seeing old friends?  Maybe it is the sadness that I didn't keep up with them or that they didn't care to keep up with me.  Anyway I'm tired of this, either I will decide to go and be happy to see those that want to remember me or I won't go at all.  I refuse to let those people that choose not to keep up with me make me sad.  OK now that is done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I walked Jeana to school this morning and had a fascinating conversation about mist and evaporation,  I don't remember contemplating mist when I was 6 years old did you?  Of course I don't remember a ton from kindergarten.  I remember learning about Monarch butterflies and carpooling with , Travis, Susie, and Greg.  I remember David  talking about his Dad the doctor and show us a stethoscope, years later I find out his dad was a eye doctor and feeling let down.  Oh and the number one thing I remember from kindergarten is Micheal M.  saying if you give me a penny I will show you my bellybutton.  lol  that still makes me laugh to this day.  Thanks Micheal you will go down in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234290396363823819-2003932005609159769?l=mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2003932005609159769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234290396363823819&amp;postID=2003932005609159769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2003932005609159769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234290396363823819/posts/default/2003932005609159769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindwhatlittleisleft.blogspot.com/2008/05/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back'/><author><name>Jkhb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00841176534568230607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUceRNElC3w/SUx-EuSXY_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/twiFfiCKBZ0/S220/Janelle+Kindergarden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
