<?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-3263990959474622893</id><updated>2012-01-26T07:49:56.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotdog combo and small popcorn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3697925851326169522</id><published>2009-06-06T21:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:59:19.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>The kids had fun outside today. J.T. wouldn't sit still long enough to get his picture. Lily June loves the pool, which is understandable because she L.O.V.E.S. a bath. She couldn't quite understand why I was putting a diaper and clothes on her to get in the "bap". I think she has got the concept of "pool" and "bathing suit" now. She picks things up quickly...it is refreshing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sissw-NCnLI/AAAAAAAAARI/1V8Fff4ZzYY/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sissw-NCnLI/AAAAAAAAARI/1V8Fff4ZzYY/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414602648263858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisswsYqDgI/AAAAAAAAARA/6Jf2gJFa1DY/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisswsYqDgI/AAAAAAAAARA/6Jf2gJFa1DY/s320/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414597865147906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisswXpEA8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bfNuEy_J5xY/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisswXpEA8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bfNuEy_J5xY/s320/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414592296813506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3697925851326169522?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3697925851326169522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3697925851326169522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3697925851326169522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3697925851326169522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sissw-NCnLI/AAAAAAAAARI/1V8Fff4ZzYY/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1230872088125814789</id><published>2009-06-06T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:52:04.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I am a slacker. These pics were on the camera I thought I lost and I have just now uploaded them. These progression shots of Lily June are hilarious. She was not happy to be there, and she definitely was not happy about what she was wearing...and FYI, Darrell took these pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrObESKoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RCKHH47bUcY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrObESKoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RCKHH47bUcY/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344412909589113474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrOL3I6tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/REmyEzRiSuA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrOL3I6tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/REmyEzRiSuA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344412905507449554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrOJYSf7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RmB9M7raCQY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrOJYSf7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RmB9M7raCQY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344412904841183154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrN2r8aTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kcQEtnSW7yQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrN2r8aTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kcQEtnSW7yQ/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344412899823348018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1230872088125814789?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1230872088125814789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1230872088125814789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1230872088125814789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1230872088125814789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisrObESKoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RCKHH47bUcY/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8370899678540946189</id><published>2009-06-06T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:48:13.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>J.T. "graduated" from preschool on May 29th. All of the classes performed. When I figure out how to get the video from the video camera to the computer, there will be a video! J.T. really gets into his music! He looked so handsome in his cap and gown. I am very proud of him and all he accomplished this year! He is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqTalRh-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fj1MGilEy-U/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqTalRh-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fj1MGilEy-U/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411895846766562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqTIghWSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8wNI7IjOaSw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqTIghWSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8wNI7IjOaSw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411890994993442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqS-Js8DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hgGACn0-Ius/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqS-Js8DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hgGACn0-Ius/s320/057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411888214929458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqShsw6gI/AAAAAAAAAP4/L0Mpwpn_4rk/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqShsw6gI/AAAAAAAAAP4/L0Mpwpn_4rk/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411880577362434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqSQMNnBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/C9LRVx21NkA/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqSQMNnBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/C9LRVx21NkA/s320/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411875877428242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8370899678540946189?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8370899678540946189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8370899678540946189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8370899678540946189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8370899678540946189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisqTalRh-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fj1MGilEy-U/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4707965396497365863</id><published>2009-06-06T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:41:41.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Me! Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>J.T. has taken gymnastics at school for the last 3 years. We have never been able to attend the "show" at the end of the year, until this year. Coincidentally, I work for Creative Me! now. Here are some pics from his show. It was at 1:00 and then he had a soccer game at 4:00. It was a busy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxzcTVZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9WtDhGVq0mc/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxzcTVZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9WtDhGVq0mc/s320/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344410218892842386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxnkHa6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RcvkM60sG-U/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxnkHa6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RcvkM60sG-U/s320/047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344410215704390562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxcMhhZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/u4K6PVT5Cvk/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxcMhhZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/u4K6PVT5Cvk/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344410212652647826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxB4OvUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fmR0TdaVfRM/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxB4OvUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fmR0TdaVfRM/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344410205588208962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4707965396497365863?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4707965396497365863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4707965396497365863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4707965396497365863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4707965396497365863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/creative-me-gymnastics.html' title='Creative Me! Gymnastics'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisoxzcTVZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9WtDhGVq0mc/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6218917869124425629</id><published>2009-06-06T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:36:16.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins for Mom</title><content type='html'>These are pics from the Mother's Day celebration at J.T.'s school. Better late than never....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnaUbaDhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jm1E4GxktQ0/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnaUbaDhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jm1E4GxktQ0/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344408715918970386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnaAd7BiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JF-7zGXgzyw/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnaAd7BiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JF-7zGXgzyw/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344408710560810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnZxevHSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VGac0nYdMQI/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnZxevHSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VGac0nYdMQI/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344408706537692450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnZp9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PLQo6jQyVps/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnZp9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PLQo6jQyVps/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344408704517641314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6218917869124425629?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6218917869124425629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6218917869124425629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6218917869124425629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6218917869124425629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother.html' title='Muffins for Mom'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SisnaUbaDhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jm1E4GxktQ0/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7709557177602892925</id><published>2009-06-06T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:31:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Foot</title><content type='html'>We went to a Firestone Grand Opening today to see a monster truck. It was pretty cool. J.T. thought it was awesome! It is in Smyrna and I think will still be there tomorrow if anyone is interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SismALyItrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WrgsL6wozOs/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SismALyItrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WrgsL6wozOs/s320/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344407167410157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_0QYWQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fvPsN5b_LOE/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_0QYWQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fvPsN5b_LOE/s320/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344407161094560002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_hHgI4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/MfZO0ygQj-0/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_hHgI4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/MfZO0ygQj-0/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344407155957048194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_ZUuaRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cJpkKKZ11IA/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_ZUuaRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cJpkKKZ11IA/s320/086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344407153865025810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_Pg11XI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5ejrw1B8CUY/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/Sisl_Pg11XI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5ejrw1B8CUY/s320/085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344407151231489394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7709557177602892925?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7709557177602892925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7709557177602892925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7709557177602892925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7709557177602892925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-foot.html' title='Big Foot'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SismALyItrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WrgsL6wozOs/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-450788440433912586</id><published>2009-06-06T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:56:08.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SiscS1EvULI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wPUMYS0GzD0/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SiscS1EvULI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wPUMYS0GzD0/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344396492615405746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out last night that Darrell's step-sister Sarah was found dead at her apartment in Austin, TX. She was 23. Some of you know that she has struggled with different problems. It appears as though she drank herself to death. Please keep us and Darrell's mom, step-dad and Sarah's older sister Kristin in your thoughts and prayers. Within the last 3 years, Darrell's step-dad has lost his mom, dad, and now one of his daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was from the Christmas card that Sarah sent us. We got to see her at Christmas also. She called me just a few weeks ago to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. Lily June and JT talked to her also. I had known her since she was 6 years old. This picture is the best I have ever seen her look. I am very sad for our loss and also very sad that Sarah will never know how much she was loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-450788440433912586?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/450788440433912586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=450788440433912586&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/450788440433912586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/450788440433912586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/sarah.html' title='Sarah'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SiscS1EvULI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wPUMYS0GzD0/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8607559245630703589</id><published>2009-05-29T11:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:53:42.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Scratcher</title><content type='html'>Ok, I couldn't resist stealing that from Clemsongirl! But I am upset. Really. Upset. I like that freakin' Miley Cyrus song "The Climb". I like it alot alot. But that girl makes my skin crawl. I am sure I am going to break down and buy it because it will be a really good running song, but it KILLS me to support that. I have yet to buy any Britney songs on principle alone...and she has some great running songs. I guess I could just suck it up and buy them anyway. Then when I am running, I will love the song and hate the singer and run even harder?! We will see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8607559245630703589?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8607559245630703589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8607559245630703589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8607559245630703589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8607559245630703589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-scratcher.html' title='Mother Scratcher'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7414994002050090516</id><published>2009-05-29T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:46:15.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Minus Kate Plus 8</title><content type='html'>For those of you who having just been on the edge of your seat waiting for me to post something, sorry. I am lazy and I much prefer reading other blogs that writing on mine. Although I jest and I am sure nobody noticed my absence...it is time for me to weigh in on Kon. Seriously, whatever he has been doing...who can blame him??? I don't necessarily think he made bad choices because I believe they have some sort of an agreement for him (and her) to do whatever pleases them. I think he really didn't expect to be in the middle of paparrazi, which is naive, but still understandable given he thinks he is "just Jon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I believe that there is no way in hell he would have been going out without Kate's permission. Why would he want to get "caught" in the middle of that wrath? She would have taken his balls out of her purse, put them in a vice and dumped them in a dixie cup before she handed them to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to stop the show and part ways in private. However, I think they are too deep into the cashcow and won't let it go. I really do feel bad for the kids. I have never watched the show for the kids anyway. I am always interested in seeing how Jon and Kate react to things. I will be interested in seeing how this ends up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7414994002050090516?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7414994002050090516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7414994002050090516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7414994002050090516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7414994002050090516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/jon-minus-kate-plus-8.html' title='Jon Minus Kate Plus 8'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5014188597108999636</id><published>2009-04-02T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:08:25.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Be Specific</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SdVhbIfLz4I/AAAAAAAAANo/wmeIPi40l6A/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SdVhbIfLz4I/AAAAAAAAANo/wmeIPi40l6A/s320/103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320265653570752386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you say "Go get dressed for church."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5014188597108999636?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5014188597108999636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5014188597108999636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5014188597108999636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5014188597108999636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-be-specific.html' title='Please Be Specific'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SdVhbIfLz4I/AAAAAAAAANo/wmeIPi40l6A/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4565694811263208748</id><published>2009-03-20T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:01:38.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop It Like It's Hot</title><content type='html'>Early on Sunday morning we were getting ready to go get some breakfast before heading to church. Darrell is walking through the living room and J.T. asks "where are you going Daddy?" Darrell replies "I have to poop, son." J.T. then simply asks "Are you going to drop one deuce or two?" That kid never ceases to amaze me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4565694811263208748?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4565694811263208748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4565694811263208748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4565694811263208748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4565694811263208748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/03/drop-it-like-its-hot.html' title='Drop It Like It&apos;s Hot'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-435747558235814180</id><published>2009-03-08T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:06:11.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i-Moron</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to get some more upbeat music on my ipod for the race today. I got everything set up last night. While I have been running on Saturdays, I had noticed that my playlist was not set up to repeat. I remembered that last night, so I went in to change the settings. I went to "repeat" and out to the side it said "one". Well, I thought that meant repeat the list once. In case you are wondering, it means repeat ONE song. I thought a nice easy song to start out to would be "Simply the Best" by Tina Turner. When I was about half-way through the first mile, I started thinking, Wow...this is a long song! So I kept waiting for it to go off and it did...and started again! So, instead of stopping to fix it I just listened to the one song for the entire 3.1 miles! Even though it was very encouraging, I wonder how fast I would have been if my "one" song had been "Move Bitch"???!!!! I am glad it happened today instead of 1/2 marathon day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, does anyone know anyone who works with a hotel chain that could possibly help me get a room on West End the night before the race??? I am not liking the idea of getting up at 4 to get a shuttle at 6 to wait for my start time sometime after 8!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-435747558235814180?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/435747558235814180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=435747558235814180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/435747558235814180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/435747558235814180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-moron.html' title='i-Moron'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5093929928724901370</id><published>2009-03-04T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:07:03.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know</title><content type='html'>Dear Publix Bagger Lady,&lt;br /&gt;Please do not instruct my children to sit down while they are in the rocket ship cart. Yes, I understand that they could fall. No, I don't want them to get hurt. I can only tell them so many times, and then I am done. If they fall on their heads, I will blame them for not listening. Yes, I would also be to blame. I could understand your concern if we were moving throughout the store, but we weren't. We were just checking out and you were hindering that process by distracting me from my role in the check-out process. &lt;br /&gt;And I really do appreciate your carry-out service, mainly because I don't like to deal with the cart once I am done with it. But please, do not drive my cart to my car as my daughter DOES.NOT.LIKE.IT. Not.one.bit. That would be why she was stuck like a pretzel down in the foot area of the rocket ship cart, wedged between the cart and her brother's feet. Next time, please just let me lead the way and you can follow.&lt;br /&gt;I would say sorry for the abandoned suckers and cookie remnants in the cart, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like, I would be happy to conduct any of the above training with you and all of your peers.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for pissing me off today, I almost went a whole day without that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5093929928724901370?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5093929928724901370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5093929928724901370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5093929928724901370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5093929928724901370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4607015606508455267</id><published>2009-02-23T21:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:38:39.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Rut</title><content type='html'>I am in a rut. I feel like everyday is the same and all the days are just running into one another. It feels like I am in the movie "Groundhog Day". I'll never forget going to see this movie with my friend Bridgett at the theater and she kept falling asleep. Everytime she would wake up, the same thing would be on the screen! I am having a hard time finding my joy. I love my husband and kids, but this responsibility bullshit is really taking a toll on me. My house is a complete and total wreck and I cannot find the motivation to get it in order. Everyday I can manage to do laundry and dishes, but we have piles of shit everywhere and I just can't make myself do anything about it because when I do, it seems to just turn into more piles. I am stressed about finances, but choosing to bury my head in the sand. I am sick and tired of being the only one in this house who knows anything about anything. I love Darrell with all my heart, but I feel like we are in a relationship rut too, and I don't know what to do about it. He thinks if he tells me how much he loves  me and how committed he is to me, then that is good for our relationship. Well, it is, but that is what I already know...show me something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any advice for me? I'm tired of my life, and I don't like the way that sounds. Right now I just feel like running away, temporarily. I just need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of my problem is my mother's mother. I would call her my grandmother, but that is somewhat a term of endearment and I have decided I hate that bitch. Don't judge me. It's a fact. She is ruining my parents' lives and for some odd reason my mother is letting her. She can't take care of herself (partly just because she won't) and she completely manipulates my mother. She's too poor to afford a nursing home, but brings in just enough not to qualify for medicaid. Had I been smart enough to realize a couple of years ago that she would have qualified for medicaid, I would have suggested it then. I didn't understand the whole medicare/medicaid setup. I try giving my mother advice, but she doesn't listen. I have told her how I feel about her mother. I don't understand why she just can't die already. This same shit has been going on for over 5 years now. Her mother is C.R.A.Z.Y. I worry daily about my mom and the effect all of this is having on her. I also selfishly worry about me and the fact that I want my mom and I can't have her. I wish I could just have some peace about all of this so that I can get past it. I have tried, but it just doesn't seem to to be working. There is only one solution, and I am not in charge of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4607015606508455267?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4607015606508455267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4607015606508455267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4607015606508455267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4607015606508455267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-rut.html' title='In A Rut'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3572823243892698022</id><published>2009-02-22T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:27:55.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my friend &lt;a href="http://www.bittybirdbows.blogspot.com"&gt;Melanie's&lt;/a&gt; blog and thought it was such a cute idea. I look forward to sending out something to those who read mine...so go comment after reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;1. Be one of the first THREE bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me - something crafty or yummy, who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winners must post this challenge on their blog, meaning that they will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift -anything!- for the first THREE bloggers who leave a comment on their post about this giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The gift that you send to your friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it, sharing appropriate pictures and comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not one of the Top Three Commenters on this post, you can still play along.Go ahead and start your own Pay It Forward chain, and encourage your blogging friends to do the same! SO, REMEMBER...Pay it forward! P.S. If you are one of the first three and don't have a blog to post you can take the next three friends that call you just to chat and Pay It Forward to them! Then challenge them to do the same. Let's help make this a wonderful world to live in and show our friends how much we care for them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3572823243892698022?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3572823243892698022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3572823243892698022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3572823243892698022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3572823243892698022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5614271047053992499</id><published>2009-02-06T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:02:43.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P.U.</title><content type='html'>Dear Rutherford County Wildlife Management,&lt;br /&gt;We have a problem. A very serious problem. It seems that the Smyrna/Murfreesboro area has become quite the refuge for skunks. Just this morning I passed 3 on the side of the road which had met their demise. However, their immense odor makes me want to meet my demise. There is one on my beaten path that has been there all week and I cannot even begin to tell you how bad that stinker smells. It has been cold. I don't like to be cold. Therefore when I am in my vehicle I keep it toasty warm. Toasty warm + Skunky smell = Freaking disgusting. Have I mentioned that it has been cold and I don't like to be cold? Well, Skunky smell + Window down (brrrr) = Still freaking disgusting + Pisses me off. I am sure you are all very busy managing wildlife and such during the day, but please get your asses out at night and take care of these nocturnal nightmares. Or at least get your asses out during the day and pick up the frigging skunk carcasses. I will be sure to let you know if I have any other serious and time sensitive requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai!&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5614271047053992499?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5614271047053992499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5614271047053992499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5614271047053992499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5614271047053992499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/pu.html' title='P.U.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4232566502335668127</id><published>2009-02-05T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:40:14.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Gladys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4232566502335668127?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4232566502335668127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4232566502335668127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4232566502335668127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4232566502335668127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-love-gladys.html' title='Gotta Love Gladys'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6183767876647345808</id><published>2009-02-04T21:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:54:22.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Harper</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story on &lt;a href="http://www.sashasays.com/"&gt;Sasha's&lt;/a&gt; blog and I have been following it for the last few weeks. It is an amazing story and I hope you all will take the time to check it out. It was so strange to read all of this and think that it could have happened to me, or you, or to anyone. Because that is just one of those things that you don't (and don't want to) think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6183767876647345808?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6183767876647345808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6183767876647345808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6183767876647345808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6183767876647345808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/praying-for-harper.html' title='Praying for Harper'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4291494631689516142</id><published>2009-02-03T11:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:53:45.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorites</title><content type='html'>There are 2 things that I am loving right now. One, is the Principal's Office on TruTv. If you have not seen this, you have to check it out. I for the life of me do not know how I survived my stint as a high school Spanish teacher. I just do not have the patience for that kind of nonsense. And it seems to be really easy to get suspended these days. I especially love the fact that one of the students told his teacher to "Shut the F&amp;amp;*^ up!" And another girl who was busted with cigarettes wanted her principal to give her $5 for the pack! Say what?!?&lt;br /&gt;My second favorite thing is a song on my running playlist..."Move Bitch" by Ludacris. I L.O.V.E. this song and it makes me run harder and laugh out loud while I am doing it. I need some more angry rap to run to...any suggestions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4291494631689516142?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4291494631689516142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4291494631689516142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4291494631689516142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4291494631689516142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-favorites.html' title='My New Favorites'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5446367220980709064</id><published>2009-02-03T11:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:48:21.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYiDWsnJfXI/AAAAAAAAANg/UdaGTz2aD7Y/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629387557109106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYiDWsnJfXI/AAAAAAAAANg/UdaGTz2aD7Y/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5446367220980709064?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5446367220980709064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5446367220980709064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5446367220980709064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5446367220980709064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-chillin.html' title='Just Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYiDWsnJfXI/AAAAAAAAANg/UdaGTz2aD7Y/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3715971243093734358</id><published>2009-02-02T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:38:32.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serpent</title><content type='html'>At church yesterday, JT went up for a "moment with the children." The minister asked the kids what creature talked to Adam and Eve in the garden of eden. Guess who piped up...yep, JT, telling the minister "creatures can't talk." The minister went on to say that this one could and it was a snake. Guess who piped up again! JT let everyone know that "Me and my mom saw an anaconda." Thankfully he got cut off before he could go into detail (false) about being in the jungle. The last time we went to the zoo we saw an anaconda. I told him that if we were to see one in the jungle that it could eat us. From then on he has wanted me to tell him the story "about the time I was in the jungle and saw the anaconda." I love that kid. He really is not self aware at all. Nevermind that there were 200 people there listening to him! I hope he is always that comfortable, but with more boundaries...he busted into the neighbor's house yesterday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3715971243093734358?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3715971243093734358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3715971243093734358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3715971243093734358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3715971243093734358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/serpent.html' title='The Serpent'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5746262755292727837</id><published>2009-02-02T12:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:31:00.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ and the Leg Warmers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc72HRQ_8I/AAAAAAAAANY/svlWo1hXwyU/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298269287475118018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc72HRQ_8I/AAAAAAAAANY/svlWo1hXwyU/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc713AhK5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-dVj5yxOCQE/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298269283109907346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc713AhK5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-dVj5yxOCQE/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5746262755292727837?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5746262755292727837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5746262755292727837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5746262755292727837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5746262755292727837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/lj-and-leg-warmers.html' title='LJ and the Leg Warmers'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc72HRQ_8I/AAAAAAAAANY/svlWo1hXwyU/s72-c/131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8115418023491963501</id><published>2009-02-02T12:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:29:01.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc7JBXFuxI/AAAAAAAAANI/n1GSPCPBs6E/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298268512794819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc7JBXFuxI/AAAAAAAAANI/n1GSPCPBs6E/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc7I0c4PlI/AAAAAAAAANA/kVe4ZftjSvU/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298268509329440338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc7I0c4PlI/AAAAAAAAANA/kVe4ZftjSvU/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT goes through sleeping bag phases. This is the first time he has done this though!&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/3263990959474622893-8115418023491963501?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8115418023491963501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8115418023491963501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8115418023491963501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8115418023491963501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/02/creative-sleeping.html' title='Creative Sleeping'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SYc7JBXFuxI/AAAAAAAAANI/n1GSPCPBs6E/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2438285275759812829</id><published>2009-01-26T17:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:29:53.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3.1 &lt; 26.2: Much Less</title><content type='html'>I am sure most of you reading this blog are aware of this equation. A 5k does not equal a marathon, nor have I claimed that it does. I do have two 5k's under my belt and I have been running regularly. The furthest distance that I have ran at this point is 5.2 miles. I am pointing this out because everytime I talk to my inlaws, my parents or my brother (?) they ask me if I am still running "the marathons". I am not trying to be critical...it just makes me giggle. I am just going to start telling them that I run 2 a week. I suppose that I will never get them to understand that I am running a 1/2 marathon, and the complicated math involved in that. So from this pint on, yes indeed, I am still running the marathons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2438285275759812829?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2438285275759812829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2438285275759812829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2438285275759812829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2438285275759812829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/31-262-much-less.html' title='3.1 &lt; 26.2: Much Less'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4917283876194440871</id><published>2009-01-23T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:43:04.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unsurprise</title><content type='html'>LJ and I picked up some yummy Great American Cookie Company cookies before picking up JT this afternoon. As we were walking to the car with JT, I told him I had a surprise for him in the car. He was excited and wanted to know what it was. I told him to get in and buckle up and I would give it to him. I gave him the cookie and he didn't say much. Then he started mumbling something about he thought his surprise was going to be a toy. I told him if he didn't want his cookie that I would be glad to take it back. He said "No. But next time make my surprise a toy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4917283876194440871?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4917283876194440871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4917283876194440871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4917283876194440871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4917283876194440871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/unsurprise.html' title='The Unsurprise'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4932541951919189734</id><published>2009-01-20T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:48:55.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable</title><content type='html'>This is what I should have named LJ! For goodness sakes, she and I almost came to blows in Wal-Mart yesterday. She was fighting like mad NOT to get into the cart and I was fighting like mad to get her strapped in there. She was screaming bloody murder and crying...she was PISSED! After I finally got her strapped in, we began our trek and she was prying my fingers off of the cart! I literally had to hold the cart by the sides to push it. I can see my future, and it doesn't look pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4932541951919189734?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4932541951919189734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4932541951919189734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4932541951919189734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4932541951919189734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/unreasonable.html' title='Unreasonable'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2594285764828349536</id><published>2009-01-20T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:45:27.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Targetpalooza '09: Round 2</title><content type='html'>Well, this was pretty much a bust. Come on people....quit buying right now, the prices WILL go lower! Once again I went to 3 different Target stores today. I was not impressed at all with the selection, or the prices, which have not gone lower yet. I think they will markdown again tomorrow. I did happen to get a Garmin Forerunner 50 for $50, which was half-price. That was the best thing to be had at all 3 stores. I could literally kick myself for not buying another Dirt Devil Kone when they were on clearance for $10. We already have one, and I knew that is exactly what Darrell would say, but it would be really handy in the  bathroom for sucking up loose hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can find some more good deals...I need to have &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2594285764828349536?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2594285764828349536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2594285764828349536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2594285764828349536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2594285764828349536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/targetpalooza-09-round-2.html' title='Targetpalooza &apos;09: Round 2'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4602116362017640033</id><published>2009-01-16T12:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:34:24.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Targetpalooza '09: Round 1</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a text from &lt;a href="http://www.simpsonmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Real Housewife of Rutherford County&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, I was inspired to begin the Targetpalooza this morning. I absolutely L.O.V.E. this time of year at Target. A little red Target clearance sticker is my drug of choice, and let me tell you, I am gettin' high! I love and hate the fact that each store has different clearance items, or they are on a different markdown schedule. I went to 3 Target stores this morning, none of which was the closest to my house. The little red worker bees were working hard and slashing prices. All three of the stores were still in the process of marking things down, so I will be checking back to see how low I can go! I did get LJ the Fisher Price Bounce and Spin Pony for $16.24. I also got 2 Henkel's knives for $10.00. I am holding out for the Rose Petal Cottage, which is stil $42. And although we don't need it, I want so badly to buy the Fur Real Pony, S'mores. It is on clearance right now for $99.99. I am not going to buy it, but I will be interested in seeing how low it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are on the subject, I got some great gift closet clearance toys at Wal-Mart a couple of weeks ago. I think $2.00 for a $20.00 item is a fair price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Round 2, because oh yeah, there WILL be one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4602116362017640033?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4602116362017640033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4602116362017640033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4602116362017640033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4602116362017640033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/targetpalooza-09-round-1.html' title='Targetpalooza &apos;09: Round 1'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2547811687800235946</id><published>2009-01-13T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:05:46.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keen Observation</title><content type='html'>I normally go to the Y every morning after I bring JT to school, so I am always in workout clothes. I have been a little under the weather the last two days and I haven't felt like going. This morning, as I was getting ready, I just threw on whatever was laying around. As I was putting on my sports bra, JT said &lt;em&gt;"Are you going to da YMCA?"&lt;/em&gt; I said &lt;em&gt;"No, I am not feeling very well."&lt;/em&gt; And he replied &lt;em&gt;"Why are you wearing da YMCA boobie fingie?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2547811687800235946?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2547811687800235946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2547811687800235946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2547811687800235946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2547811687800235946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/keen-observation.html' title='Keen Observation'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5528565989386825940</id><published>2009-01-12T14:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:56:52.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!</title><content type='html'>I left my coupon organizer in a Target shopping cart one day last week. Darrell went by there on his way home from work that very day, but they did not have them. I went there today and asked if they had them, and they did!!!!!  YAY!!!!!! I was distraught...I love a coupon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5528565989386825940?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5528565989386825940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5528565989386825940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5528565989386825940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5528565989386825940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-news.html' title='Great News!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7664319500250915598</id><published>2009-01-12T14:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:54:39.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop Detective</title><content type='html'>I am a regular bloodhound sniffing out the freaking poop trail! This morning, as I was getting ready, I heard JT in his bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then he came trotting into our room. He was carrying his pajama bottoms...which is not AT ALL uncommon. I asked if he had pooped, which he had. I went back for a thorough cleansing, which he of course did not appreciate (he had done a pretty good job, but still!). He brushed his teeth and I finished getting ready. Then I brought him his clothes to put on while he was in our bathroom. He was all crouched down in front of the little heater looking at a book. I noticed poop on his &lt;em&gt;heel.&lt;/em&gt; I thought that was a strange place for poop, but I cleaned it off and we finished getting ready and I brought him to school. Upon returning home, I noticed something on the carpet at the door of my bedroom. I inspected it, just a speck, and just getting down closer to it, the smell was strong...so, I cleaned that up and then worked my way backwards to his bathroom to inspect the toilet, etc. He evidently stands up to wipe his bum and some "crumbs" fell on the floor which he then tracked through the house. Niiiiiiiiiiccccccccceeeeeee! So there you have it...mystery solved and disposed of. Seriously, why &lt;em&gt;wouldn't&lt;/em&gt; he have poop on his heel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7664319500250915598?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7664319500250915598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7664319500250915598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7664319500250915598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7664319500250915598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/poop-detective.html' title='Poop Detective'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3859118333109674594</id><published>2009-01-12T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:45:50.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>I am a very proud mama and wife! Yesterday, Darrell, J.T. and Lily June were all baptised. We are all official members of Smyrna First Presbyterian Church. There are so many nice people that go there and we really like being involved...I am glad that we feel comfortable enough doing so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3859118333109674594?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3859118333109674594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3859118333109674594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3859118333109674594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3859118333109674594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6351476457246439456</id><published>2009-01-03T18:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:31:00.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far</title><content type='html'>2009 has been the worst year of my life and the longest for that matter....I cannot wait until Monday so that EVERYONE is back on a regular schedule. Well, kind of. JT has his 5 year check-up on Monday, with shots.  I hope I have the strength for that. I am making Darrell meet me there so he can help me hold him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one resolution and one goal for this year. My resolution is to not travel for Christmas (at least not to SC) and my goal is to run the Music City Half Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell has been home since Thursday, and that always puts a kink in my days. He got a phone call at almost 1:00 this morning and I had to kick him to wake him up so he could answer it. Then he proceeded to talk forever while in the bed only saying "Yeah" and "exactly". I had a hard time going back to sleep. We managed to get JT occupied with a movie later this morning and Lily June was down for a nap, so Darrell and I went down for a nap too. Until his freaking phone rang at 11:00.  I had to wake him up and tell him to get it AGAIN. I think all that phone business just pissed me off for the whole day (not to mention that JT's hard-ass head made full contact with my left temple....OWWWWW!). Now, Darrell has gone into work. At least I will have some alone time shortly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on Monday...JT knows what is coming!&lt;br /&gt;I guess on the upside, the year can only get better, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6351476457246439456?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6351476457246439456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6351476457246439456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6351476457246439456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6351476457246439456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far.html' title='So Far'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-929763915399612687</id><published>2008-12-29T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:16:30.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF? I Like to Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When runners do their best, they are all equal. But the paradox is that those far back in the pack exceed the designated winners in the time they must endure the forces that would make them quit.&lt;/em&gt; -- George Sheehan - Running to Win: How to Achieve the Physical, Mental &amp;amp; Spiritual Victories of Running (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is going to get me through the Music City Half Marathon in April. I know I can do it, I just want to do it well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-929763915399612687?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/929763915399612687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=929763915399612687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/929763915399612687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/929763915399612687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf-i-like-to-run.html' title='WTF? I Like to Run!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3896069052993778104</id><published>2008-12-29T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:12:30.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisky Business</title><content type='html'>J.T. had his Christmas program at school on his birthday. For the last few songs, he was standing beside a little girl that is not in his class, so I didn't know who she was. As we were leaving he says: "You wanna know who I kissed?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who?&lt;br /&gt;J.T. :A girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What girl?&lt;br /&gt;J.T.: I don't know. The one in the silver dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just throws it around like it's nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics when I am not feeling so lazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3896069052993778104?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3896069052993778104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3896069052993778104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3896069052993778104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3896069052993778104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/12/frisky-business.html' title='Frisky Business'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2207418359004917718</id><published>2008-12-10T12:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:49:13.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need to Talk</title><content type='html'>Our electricity has gone off a couple of times in the last few weeks, and always at night. JT gets quite concerned about this and thinks that something is really wrong. He is constantly talking about the power lines and them staying "fixed." Last night, after we had put him to bed, he came out to the living room all serious like. He said "I love you guys, but we need to talk." "Something is wrong with our house, the 'lectricity is broken." We put his mind at ease, but I really thought I was going to laugh my head off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2207418359004917718?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2207418359004917718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2207418359004917718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2207418359004917718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2207418359004917718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-need-to-talk.html' title='We Need to Talk'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5533680403921013073</id><published>2008-12-10T12:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:44:43.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skegging: A skirt and leggings combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233829853295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SUANs_Xa88I/AAAAAAAAAMs/F_IHrCuL9JQ/s320/skegging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had no idea this was called a "skegging". Lily June has some, and they are cute. I did not buy them for her...and I am sure I wouldn't have just because of the name alone. But she looks darn cute in them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5533680403921013073?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5533680403921013073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5533680403921013073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5533680403921013073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5533680403921013073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/12/word-of-day-wednesday.html' title='Word of the Day Wednesday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SUANs_Xa88I/AAAAAAAAAMs/F_IHrCuL9JQ/s72-c/skegging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-948523275491471713</id><published>2008-12-06T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:27:23.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>We visited a local church ONCE over 2 years ago. Since then, the pastor has been to our house no less than 5 times. The very first time he came I was laid up on the couch, not wearing a bra all the while eating oreos. It was blazing hot outside and Darrell went to the door, but of course could not invite him. So they stood outside forever talking and sweating. The last two times he has come, which has been in the last month, he has come at 8:00 at night and Darrell always goes to the door. I think he likes Darrell. I hope he finally got the message this time when Darrell told him we joined another church. Even if I had enjoyed his church, I wouldn't go back because I used to work for one of his crazy parishoners. No more pushy pastors please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-948523275491471713?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/948523275491471713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=948523275491471713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/948523275491471713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/948523275491471713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/12/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1572035438711115201</id><published>2008-12-06T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:20:45.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panera Induced Anxiety</title><content type='html'>We went to Panera this morning for some breakfast. I really do love their food. However, being in that place almost gives me a panic attack. There is something about it that is so disorganized and I hate going in there (didn't realize just how much until today)! I don't like the closeness of the tables and the picking up of the food. I especially don't like the fact that they have diet pepsi...that fact alone gives me anxiety before I even get there. Not to mention the fact that their diet pepsi is really sulphur-y tasting. Blech! Panera, I love some bread, I love some soup, could you please get a drive thru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthnxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1572035438711115201?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1572035438711115201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1572035438711115201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1572035438711115201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1572035438711115201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/12/panera-induced-anxiety.html' title='Panera Induced Anxiety'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5939065507240685557</id><published>2008-11-24T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:01:57.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>That when a 16 month old plays with the telephone and accidentally calls 9-1-1 and you don't know it and hang up the phone they call right back? Yeah, I knew that too. What I didn't know is that they also send the sheriff's department to your house to make sure everything really is ok. Nope, didn't know that. But now I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5939065507240685557?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5939065507240685557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5939065507240685557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5939065507240685557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5939065507240685557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-9180809538643512224</id><published>2008-11-22T18:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:54:31.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Lady, Don't Judge Me!</title><content type='html'>On Friday I had an HSG to determine if my tubes are blocked from my Essure procedure. I really did not know what to expect from the procedure. My doctor's office set up the appt. for me and just called me and told me where to go and what time to be there. It was at the hospital in the Medical Imaging department. I knew that the procedure involved dye being injected into my tubes and them looking at them to see if any of the dye went beyond the markers of the essure. Ok...so I thought they would flood it up in there and then use and ultrasound to look at it. WRONG. Well, I decided not to get a sitter for LJ and just bring her with me because I didn't think it would be that involved. I thought even if  x-rays were involved then I would just wheel her in the little "control" room while they shot me. We were in the waiting room and the tech came to get me. When she saw me with LJ she kind of looked disgusted and before she could even get out of her mouth "Do you have anybody with you to watch her?" I stopped her and said no I don't. She then said "You know she can't be in the room." I told her I knew that and she said she didn't know if there was anybody that could watch her. I just told her that she would be fine and we would just do whatever we had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we get into the x-ray room and there is no "control" room. Everything is shot in the room. So this lady is telling me what is going to transpire. And then she says "Are you a SAHM?" I told her that I was (thinking no, I took my baby out of daycare to purposely bring her to the hospital with me) and she wanted to know if I had any other kids. I replied that I have an almost 5 yr old and that he was in preschool. She said "Oh, just 2 days a week?" Um, no, nosey, every day of the week. Obviously she is really rubbing me the wrong way! She leaves so I can get undressed from the waist down. I did, but I left my socks on. When she came back in she said she would normally tell the patient to go ahead and get on the table but since I had to watch the baby she was flustered and lost her train of thought. She told me I would have to take my socks off for the procedure, but I could leave them on for the time being. I was going to go ahead and take them off and she said "Oh I wouldn't." And the proceeded to tell me how hospitals are dirty and how her daughter always wants to come there to her work, but she won't let her because she just knows she will get sick and that she is NOT a SAHM and doesn't have time for her kid to be sick. EXCUSE ME? Ok, so that was the last of her digs, but what the fuck? Had someone let me know how involved this procedure was, I wouldn't have brought my kid. But I did not know that I was going to be spread eagle without stirrups on a tiny x-ray table with a radiologist washing me down with betadine and shoving instruments into my hoo-hah. No, I was not aware that this procedure was THAT involved...more so than the actual essure procedure. Another tech was able to watch LJ for me. She was fine of course and so was I, but I could have done without the attitude. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...they weren't 100% sure that my tubes were completely blocked. The radiologist thought so, but he wouldn't know for sure until he looked at it on his "big" screen. I think they are blocked, but I have to wait until I here from my dr. for the final results. If they ARE NOT blocked I'll have to have another HSG in three months. Maybe I'll bring both kids then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-9180809538643512224?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/9180809538643512224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=9180809538643512224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/9180809538643512224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/9180809538643512224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously-lady-dont-judge-me.html' title='Seriously Lady, Don&apos;t Judge Me!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6280599322399862070</id><published>2008-11-19T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:59:46.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Real</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else see this week's Real Housewives of Atlanta finale? I love this crap! They are having a reunion show next Tuesday and there may be a throw down! Kim, Kim, Kim...girl you just keep on smokin' cuz your ass can't sing. At.All. I can't wait to see the reunion...and all the jury in fabbaless Uhlanta wouldn't keep from watching the new season of the Real Housewives of Orange County, premiering next Tuesday! Oh for the love of Bravo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6280599322399862070?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6280599322399862070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6280599322399862070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6280599322399862070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6280599322399862070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/gettin-real.html' title='Gettin&apos; Real'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3893299438640164766</id><published>2008-11-18T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:41:41.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge Me</title><content type='html'>We were running some late errands Saturday and we wound up eating dinner at Chili's. While we were there, J.T. had gone to the bathroom with Darrell. As soon as we got out to the car (in the freaking cold) that seemed a mile away, J.T. says "I hafta go pee." And I told him he would just have to hold it until we got home and he tells me "I hafta pee really bad." Well, I have heard that before and he means it. So, instead of trudging back inside, I just told him to pee in the grass...in between Chili's and Logan's. He wasn't kidding either...HE HAD TO GO! It was dark and I don't ever like to miss an opportunity to work on my MOTY '09 award!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3893299438640164766?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3893299438640164766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3893299438640164766&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3893299438640164766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3893299438640164766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-judge-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge Me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5674892976266821353</id><published>2008-11-11T11:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:31:45.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267451956284762482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm_pWXKKXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6qrwCeIgthM/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267450991629830162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm-xMvgCBI/AAAAAAAAAME/tuHpKmN8XOY/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267451382846547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm_H-I1Z-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Wjx66dtsqw/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran another 5k on Saturday. Here is my proof! I did this one in 30:33. It was such a great feeling having J.T. cheer me on at the finish line! I was very proud! J.T. took the top picture. Only 3 more 5k's to go and I'll have a half marathon under my belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5674892976266821353?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5674892976266821353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5674892976266821353&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5674892976266821353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5674892976266821353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/proof.html' title='The Proof'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm_pWXKKXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6qrwCeIgthM/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5802711923372564502</id><published>2008-11-11T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:18:24.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Future on Broadway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9zKaCNgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zikuPIMRtMc/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267449925851035138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9zKaCNgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zikuPIMRtMc/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9y4c5y9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/zRECxHh7RSA/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267449921031228370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9y4c5y9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/zRECxHh7RSA/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9yt2_TtI/AAAAAAAAALs/VRqVQsg62pc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267449918187851474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9yt2_TtI/AAAAAAAAALs/VRqVQsg62pc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT certainly does like to dress up and perform. He cracks me up with his posing. He is quite dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5802711923372564502?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5802711923372564502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5802711923372564502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5802711923372564502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5802711923372564502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/future-on-broadway.html' title='A Future on Broadway?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SRm9zKaCNgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zikuPIMRtMc/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7353948661524885852</id><published>2008-11-06T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:51:12.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Idol Update</title><content type='html'>You can get directly to the Baby Idol voting site &lt;a href="http://www.1075theriver.com/pages/babyidol2008.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I know it is a hassle. You can only vote for the pictures that are posted each day. I suspect LJ's picture will be up tomorrow or Friday...and I guess they will just keep rotating out until Nov. 26. Don't forget her number is 330. Just check the site everyday to see if she is there and vote for her. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7353948661524885852?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7353948661524885852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7353948661524885852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7353948661524885852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7353948661524885852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-idol-update.html' title='Baby Idol Update'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-152871218782558972</id><published>2008-11-03T11:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:38:57.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Results (and shameless plugs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQ82uw3_8QI/AAAAAAAAALk/UqBrmEAf8-g/s1600-h/0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264486666441060610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQ82uw3_8QI/AAAAAAAAALk/UqBrmEAf8-g/s320/0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I entered Lily June in a local radio station "Baby Idol" contest. Grand prize is $500. The winner is determined by the number of votes she receives. Voting begins tomorrow, Tuesday, November 4. If you love me (and Lily June) or even if you don't, please go vote for her at &lt;a href="http://www.1075theriver.com/pages/babyidol2008.html"&gt;107.5 The River&lt;/a&gt;. I think you will have to join the &lt;a href="http://www.1075theriver.com/cc-common/globalsignup.html"&gt;River VIP club&lt;/a&gt; to vote, so please take the time to do so....she is Baby #330 in Gallery #4. It is the 2nd picture in that gallery. Please no multiple votes, as the rules state multiple votes by the same users will result in disqualification!! Now tell everyone that you know!! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-152871218782558972?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/152871218782558972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=152871218782558972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/152871218782558972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/152871218782558972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/speaking-of-results-and-shameless-plugs.html' title='Speaking of Results (and shameless plugs)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQ82uw3_8QI/AAAAAAAAALk/UqBrmEAf8-g/s72-c/0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-275344251838489183</id><published>2008-11-03T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:27:39.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In</title><content type='html'>I ran the Dunkin' Donuts 5k on Saturday and the official results are in on &lt;a href="http://www.racenashville.com/"&gt;RACE Nashville&lt;/a&gt;. My official time is listed as 31:37, but when I stepped across the finish line and I saw the clock it was 31:33. I am so proud of that!! I wanted to do it in 32:00. I was 21 out of 171 women and girls, mind you this was a fun run and walk...some people took their time! I had a lot of fun and now I am pumped up to do it again this Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-275344251838489183?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/275344251838489183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=275344251838489183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/275344251838489183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/275344251838489183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8006964897309158725</id><published>2008-10-31T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:02:21.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGOa4S0wI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPRRlFpYI-0/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263518540548461314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGOa4S0wI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPRRlFpYI-0/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGODFNKcI/AAAAAAAAALM/nHs80kI5syo/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263518534160165314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGODFNKcI/AAAAAAAAALM/nHs80kI5syo/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGNi3dC6I/AAAAAAAAALE/Z3R9hOXHhZM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263518525512551330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGNi3dC6I/AAAAAAAAALE/Z3R9hOXHhZM/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvFH1UPYdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XTaT5UXvJG8/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263517327874286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvFH1UPYdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XTaT5UXvJG8/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263517315318593058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvFHGiutiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eAz1IgZxXfs/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvFG1wQhcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aDMDTJnuqKA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263517310811932098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvFG1wQhcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aDMDTJnuqKA/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8006964897309158725?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8006964897309158725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8006964897309158725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8006964897309158725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8006964897309158725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQvGOa4S0wI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPRRlFpYI-0/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4442796805102105856</id><published>2008-10-31T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:59:50.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's For a Good Cause</title><content type='html'>I am going to run the &lt;a href="http://www.funrunandwalk.com/"&gt;Dunkin' Donuts 5k&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow in support of the &lt;a href="http://www.tjmartellfoundation.org/"&gt;T.J. Martell Foundation&lt;/a&gt;. Anybody want to pay $35 for a t-shirt and lunch and join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4442796805102105856?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4442796805102105856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4442796805102105856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4442796805102105856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4442796805102105856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-for-good-cause.html' title='It&apos;s For a Good Cause'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3949691877276238481</id><published>2008-10-30T21:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:58:12.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulk Smash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzlQ92S2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mqwEeTWxyG4/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263146198582578018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzlQ92S2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mqwEeTWxyG4/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzlGGv73I/AAAAAAAAAKM/AptFLGQxxaA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263146195667119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzlGGv73I/AAAAAAAAAKM/AptFLGQxxaA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzk3KnqxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kBT42ABBJJs/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263146191656823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzk3KnqxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kBT42ABBJJs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy9zvS20I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rn2ONjDeCWM/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145520722008898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy9zvS20I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rn2ONjDeCWM/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy9QrFd_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RuFlsGdP-VQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145511309113330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy9QrFd_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RuFlsGdP-VQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy89wSIvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UJa5PL5iQlQ/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145506230641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy89wSIvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UJa5PL5iQlQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy8mfe9XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nQRjdg270oc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145499986163058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy8mfe9XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nQRjdg270oc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy8XSq-BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PadJ0Tvd938/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145495905892370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpy8XSq-BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PadJ0Tvd938/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.T. got these Hulk gloves after his "almost" endoscopy. LJ loves them. They were so cute playing together!&lt;br /&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/3263990959474622893-3949691877276238481?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3949691877276238481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3949691877276238481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3949691877276238481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3949691877276238481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/hulk-smash.html' title='Hulk Smash'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SQpzlQ92S2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mqwEeTWxyG4/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-496340463190733279</id><published>2008-10-30T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:41:57.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooches and Hippos</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I picked J.T. up from school his buddy came and gave him a hug. J.T. hugged him back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then he looked at me and said "I gave him a kiss." I just said, "You might not want to do that." Now, I don't care that he did that, but I don't want anybody going crazy about it at school and all the drama that would ensue. How sad is it that that was the first thing that crossed my mind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving home this evening we were watching an animal DVD in the car. J.T. said "Hippos have big bellies and big penises." I really can't argue with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-496340463190733279?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/496340463190733279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=496340463190733279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/496340463190733279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/496340463190733279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/smooches-and-hippos.html' title='Smooches and Hippos'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6823625368385262805</id><published>2008-10-29T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:26:40.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Single Parents</title><content type='html'>Bless.Your.Heart. I don't know how you do it. Making up for Darrell's slack while he is out of commission is wiping me out. Plus, I have to take care of him too. There is a reason why I don't have 3 children. Two is P.L.E.N.T.Y. for me! And now I have a 3rd, an almost 35 year-old, who listens and communicates worse than our 15 month old. At least when the little ones need or want something, they ask or cry or whatever....and when they don't want something they yell, or cry. I am wiped out. I hate giving kids a bath. I am tired of being a chauffeur (this really doesn't have anything to do with Darrell). Darrell really does a lot around here, things that I don't think about, or usually don't HAVE to think about. I really appreciate what a great husband and father he is!!! Now, he just needs to get that damn shoulder better (yesterday) so we can get on with our NORMAL lives (whatever that is)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that rant, I admire all you single parents. Being a parent is hard work. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6823625368385262805?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6823625368385262805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6823625368385262805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6823625368385262805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6823625368385262805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-single-parents.html' title='To Single Parents'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5044542294330579947</id><published>2008-10-27T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:57:27.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>J.T. said 'penis' at school today during a project. I don't know why, or in what context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a moved from a green face to a yellow face for it. Really? Is that necessary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5044542294330579947?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5044542294330579947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5044542294330579947&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5044542294330579947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5044542294330579947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1802266822106204730</id><published>2008-10-26T12:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:02:38.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Fellow Nominees</title><content type='html'>It is such an honor to be nominated for this award among such good company. I know many of us were anticipating winning the Mother of the Year 2008 award, and as much as I would like to be humble and say that I can't believe that I actually won, well, I really knew it was in the bag all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to thank my children for making this honor possible. Without them, obviously I wouldn't be a mother, and I wouldn't have been able to be recognized for my outstanding mommy moments. Let's revisit my list of outstanding accomplishments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving the house with LJ and not bringing more diapers. She pooped and I dumped the poop in the toilet, wiped her butt and put the same diaper back on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving out of my neighborhood and forgetting to buckle JT into his carseat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;JT swallowed a quarter that landed us in the hospital 3 weeks later. Two weeks after that we were back at the hospital to have it removed because it was still in his stomach. Thankfully it had passed before he got in for surgery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending JT to school wearing pants that were too short and too tight around the waist and the button kept popping open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bringing Lily June to the fountains in her walker, where she walked OVER the fountain spraying from the ground and was nearly launched to the moon, walker and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the number thing that made me a shoe in for this award:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going to the grocery store with Darrell and Lily June Saturday. While there, I let LJ walk. She was getting down on the floor and I pulled her up by her hand. I pulled her elbow out of socket, but I am so wise that I knew it was nurse maid's elbow (because the same thing happened to JT when he was her age and we didn't know what had happened and we went to the ER where we were put in the crazy people room so we could be watched) called her dr. and we headed to Green Hills so they could pop it back into place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot thank you all enough for this prestigious award. I will definitely be trying equally as hard next year NOT TO WIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1802266822106204730?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1802266822106204730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1802266822106204730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1802266822106204730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1802266822106204730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-fellow-nominees.html' title='To My Fellow Nominees'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7723651591778744960</id><published>2008-10-24T09:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:38:02.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Said I Wasn't Judgmental</title><content type='html'>There were some interesting "people" at the ambulatory surgery center yesterday. It was a really busy place with a really full waiting room. The room wasn't cramped, but it wasn't exactly spread out either. One man was hacking up a lung. His name was called and I thought he was the patient, the way he was walking. Turns out he and his son were there for his wife. When he stood up he had to get his balance and the way he was standing there, he looked like he was about to puke. He and his son got his wife to the nurse and proceeded to tell her that they were going outside to smoke. Great. He was also a mouth breather...I really don't think he closed his mouth the entire time. When he started hacking, Darrell and I at the same time said "For the love of god" outloud. Then, a "lady" and her daughter came in. The mom was there for surgery, on her finger. She was wearing "Family Guy" Stewie pajama bottoms, a Mayberry t-shirt and vans type shoes with funky laces. She was also carrying a huge Elmo, that was at least 3 feet tall. As she and her daughter were sitting across from us, they were sharing and i-pod, they each had a bud in one ear. Then, the mom started playing with her tongue stud. The daughter had to get on that I suppose and started showing hers as well. Delightful, mother/daughter tongue studs. Dad must have been parking the car because his entrance was a bit delayed. He looked like he needed to be holding a sign at the Bell Rd. Exit. It was just a weird dynamic all the way around. People watching brings me so much pleasure, and disgust all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know not everyone has the same opportunities, or even the same cares and concerns. These are just my observations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7723651591778744960?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7723651591778744960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7723651591778744960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7723651591778744960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7723651591778744960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-never-said-i-wasnt-judgmental.html' title='I Never Said I Wasn&apos;t Judgmental'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-728405907149997171</id><published>2008-10-24T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:21:57.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crocs Batman!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while Darrell was in surgery, I went down the street to have lunch. After lunch, I decided to walk along West End Ave. and window shop. I was on the phone with Kim and as I was walking by f.y.e. I noticed a display of kids' crocs in the window with a sign that said "75% off All Crocs and Jibbitz". WHAT??? So I took Kim on a phone shopping spree with me, and bought 8 pairs of crocs and 16 jibbitz! They had Lightning McQueen, Batman, Spiderman, Mickey Mouse, Cinderella, Ariel and Supergirl. I cannot tell you what kind of high I get off of a good deal! The crocs were 7.50 a pair and the jibbitz were .75. I was very excited...it was one of the first things I told Darrell after his surgery! I get really excited when I see the the little red stickers on items at Target too...it is the biggest rush!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-728405907149997171?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/728405907149997171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=728405907149997171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/728405907149997171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/728405907149997171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-crocs-batman.html' title='Holy Crocs Batman!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4381771681348444060</id><published>2008-10-23T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:10:36.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Can</title><content type='html'>We are at the ambulatory surgery center waiting on Darrell's surgery to begin. I know, I haven't mentioned it, but he is having shoulder surgery today. I am so happy I brought my laptop and that I can get online!! I am glad he is having surgery, hopefully no more pain. I am a little concerned about the caretaking part, as that is usually his job (to take care of me...as I have had 4 surgeries!). My philosophy has always been "I'm not your mama!" But, he is always so good at taking care of me, sick or not...I think I can return the favor! Thanks Kim and Chris for watching the kids! I will keep everyone posted! Yeehaw for internet freedom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4381771681348444060?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4381771681348444060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4381771681348444060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4381771681348444060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4381771681348444060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-can.html' title='I Think I Can'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6046389376857523736</id><published>2008-10-22T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:39:00.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VlFof9TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KJGL4HS5ZQs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157722935948594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VlFof9TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KJGL4HS5ZQs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VkYxTdTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0-jQzper_5E/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157710893282610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VkYxTdTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0-jQzper_5E/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VjxucHEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/crwhl7qpB8U/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157700412283970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VjxucHEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/crwhl7qpB8U/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6046389376857523736?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6046389376857523736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6046389376857523736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6046389376857523736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6046389376857523736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SP_VlFof9TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KJGL4HS5ZQs/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1798768830589732323</id><published>2008-10-17T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:15:16.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Make This Shit Up</title><content type='html'>Literally. We were at church Wed. night and we had just finished eating. I was talking to a lady I don't even know, telling her that her daughter is so sweet and did a wonderful job singing with her boyfriend a couple of weeks ago. J.T. was standing right behind me and kept hiding under the hood of my jacket. The lady says "Oh, I think somebody has a poopy." And then I had to reply, "No, I think J.T. is just passing gas because he NEEDS to go poopy." So, he and I take off to the kiddie potty. Well, I take off and he gets mad at me for pulling him and wants to walk very slowly, in order to, ahem, keep matters contained, if you will. So, we get to the little crapper and he definitely has a peek-a-boo turd. He does his business while I go get the ever important wet wipes. O.M.G. He seriously dropped a LOG. Before we wiped, I tried to flush the little potty, to no avail. His freakin' turd was TOO BIG for the little potty. S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y. Okay people, I am not a member of this church. I attend fairly regularly but I don't "know" things. I was not sure what I was supposed to do. I had stepped out into the hall to look for help when the lady that always works the nursery on Sundays walked by. I told her that his poop was literally too big to flush and that I was going to need a BAG TO GET IT OUT! Lord help me! So, she got 2 bags for me and I went to work. That thing was at least 2 inches in diameter. I swear only these things can happen to me. It really wasn't a big deal (never thought I would say that about a situation such as this). J.T. and I had a talk about waiting too long to go potty. I know it is still a little intimidating for him in public, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joys of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1798768830589732323?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1798768830589732323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1798768830589732323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1798768830589732323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1798768830589732323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-make-this-shit-up.html' title='I Can&apos;t Make This Shit Up'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1812015653129914668</id><published>2008-10-16T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:02:21.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy 33rd birthday to me! It has been a nice day. I went on a field trip with J.T. and then LJ, J.T. and I spent the day together. My goodness, that boy DOES.NOT.SHUT.UP. But, all in all, it has been "fabbaless." And here is some advice (thanks to Sheree from RHOA):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't let the shoes own you. You own the shoes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that is random, but I had to throw that in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for the wonderful birthday wishes! Don't forget my anniversary on Saturday....11 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1812015653129914668?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1812015653129914668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1812015653129914668&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1812015653129914668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1812015653129914668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7127262895901843401</id><published>2008-10-16T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:57:35.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word.</title><content type='html'>Me: Can you not hear J.T.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.T.: Can you not be mean mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, probably not, but I know you can hear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7127262895901843401?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7127262895901843401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7127262895901843401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7127262895901843401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7127262895901843401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/word.html' title='Word.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3707191894878188294</id><published>2008-10-15T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:29:12.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me too!</title><content type='html'>JT likes to play with the little girl next door. They didn't see each other much this summer, but she seems to be around more these days. Twice now, he has come home crying saying that they won't let him in. The first time, they had been playing, but it was time for her to go in for dinner. He wouldn't listen and her dad basically just had to close the door on him. The second incident was on Sunday, and we aren't really sure what happened. I told him he can't go over there if he is going to cry about it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, JT was playing with another little boy and the girl wanted that little boy to come to her house and she told JT that he couldn't come to her house. But, the little boy's grandma told him that JT had come over first and that he could play with her after he played with JT. JT and the boy were playing in the sandbox and I suggested to him that he ask the little girl over to play with them. He did, and she came over. While she was here, I asked her if she and JT had had a fight. Her response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, sometimes JT is just bugging me too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, we can't argue with that logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3707191894878188294?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3707191894878188294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3707191894878188294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3707191894878188294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3707191894878188294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-too.html' title='Me too!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-760323702614550043</id><published>2008-10-15T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:21:17.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think It's a Sign</title><content type='html'>Should I be worried that a Jehovah's Witness came and knocked on my door while I was catching up on "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so everyone is caught up, everything in "Uhlanta" is just "Fabbaless."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-760323702614550043?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/760323702614550043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=760323702614550043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/760323702614550043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/760323702614550043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-its-sign.html' title='I Think It&apos;s a Sign'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6147798082532162822</id><published>2008-10-14T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:14:43.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cover.Your.Ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that a company that calls itself by an acronym would also be familiar with this one. Notsomuch. The company that Darrell works for is FULL of incompetent IDIOTS. He called Sunday evening to see how things were running and the person who answered the phone was in tears. He asked her what was wrong and she began to tell him that she is being sexually harrassed by one of the supervisors and that another employee witnessed it and had reported it to the corporate office, which told the local HR manager. He told the manuf. mgr. who talked to the supv. and told him to "lay low." THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE DONE...NO INVESTIGATION, NO TALKING TO THE ALLEGED VICTIM, NO DOCUMENTATION. Darrell didn't know anything at all about any of this and the woman works for him. So, he had to go in on Sunday to sit there and he called the two other mgrs. to find out what was going on. The manf. mgr. said yes, he had talked to him, but it had been "a while ago." In the meantime, while Darrell was still en route to the plant, the mfg. mgr. called the supervisor and TOLD HIM WHAT WAS GOING ON and he went and yelled at the accusor. Is anybody following the LOGIC of ANY of this???? Then Darrell had to call the HR mgr to come in, but the mfg. mgr. did  not think that was necessary....WTF????? Are you freaking kidding me?????? So NOW, after the SECOND mention of the problem, they are doing interviews. The HR mgr. is afraid they are going to get sued. He damn well should be afraid. What a bunch of fucking idiots! Darrell, who doesn't know anything about HR, knows through common sense, that in 2008, you don't let shit like this slide. Whether it is a false accusation or not is still to be determined, but no matter what, when this kind of information is received, it needs to be researched and DOCUMENTED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how stupid do you have to be to not CYA???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6147798082532162822?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6147798082532162822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6147798082532162822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6147798082532162822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6147798082532162822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/cya.html' title='CYA'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5462786518377748036</id><published>2008-10-09T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:35:47.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Redneck Wedding</title><content type='html'>Who else watches this??? I decided to record it this season so I would be certain not to miss any train wrecks. So far, I have been quite pleased. Anna and Bo, brother and sister, from Verbena, AL got married in episode 101. It was a mud boggin' weddin', with a confederate theme. If you happen to catch this episode, keep your eye out for the "toothless wonder" at the bacehlorette party and at the wedding. She does nothing in particular, but just looking at her is ENOUGH! I am not going to go into more detail on this one. You just gotta watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also caught one about a couple from Hunker, PA. They had been together for 10 years, had a kid last year and then decided to get married.at.a.demolition.derby. As in...&lt;em&gt;In&lt;/em&gt;.the.demolition.derby. They crashed into each other and then got on top of their cars for the ceremony. She was in a actual wedding dress (pretty) and had to climb in through the used-to-be windshield of her pink camo painted derby car. They met by playing in the same pool league. The reception was at the Fire Hall. The groom is a tow truck driver and invited random people that he towed to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff just makes me smile in disbelief. I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5462786518377748036?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5462786518377748036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5462786518377748036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5462786518377748036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5462786518377748036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-big-redneck-wedding.html' title='My Big Redneck Wedding'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8951539399751270872</id><published>2008-10-09T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:47:54.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar Goes To....</title><content type='html'>J.T. Box for his academy award winning performance as "the grandson" at Gamma's house. As gamma was rubbing his head trying to get him back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: I will always have mommy in my heart. And Darrell and my baby. sighhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8951539399751270872?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8951539399751270872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8951539399751270872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8951539399751270872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8951539399751270872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar Goes To....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3902008925012489100</id><published>2008-10-09T15:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:44:54.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Housewives of Atlanta</title><content type='html'>4 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut.The.Fuck.Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3902008925012489100?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3902008925012489100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3902008925012489100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3902008925012489100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3902008925012489100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-housewives-of-atlanta.html' title='The Real Housewives of Atlanta'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2770011795846922291</id><published>2008-10-08T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:37:43.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Slacker</title><content type='html'>But that is really not news. Sorry I haven't been keeping up with the blog. I have been lazy, had a bladder infection, a sick husband and JT had bronchitis. Oh, and I brought him to SC last Friday and came back on Saturday, so I have been recovering. I will try to get back on track!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2770011795846922291?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2770011795846922291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2770011795846922291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2770011795846922291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2770011795846922291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m a Slacker'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6914465067445122101</id><published>2008-09-22T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:01:27.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Have Wet Wipes?</title><content type='html'>While eating at Pei Wei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: I am ready to go home. We need to go home. I have to poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You have to poop? Well, you can go here. (as Darrell gets up and starts to lead the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: DO WE HAVE WET WIPES??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep...go poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that he did. He made Darrell stand and look at the door! LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6914465067445122101?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6914465067445122101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6914465067445122101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6914465067445122101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6914465067445122101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-we-have-wet-wipes.html' title='Do We Have Wet Wipes?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2763510435827718181</id><published>2008-09-22T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:58:23.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Laughing</title><content type='html'>....all the way to the bank AT&amp;amp;T. HA! Thanks for the $1.62 refund on the "overpayment" of my FINAL BILL! Suckers!!!!!!! hehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2763510435827718181?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2763510435827718181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2763510435827718181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2763510435827718181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2763510435827718181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-laughing.html' title='I&apos;m Laughing'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4915817559331434538</id><published>2008-09-21T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:20:54.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>Well, it finally happened. Yesterday morning we all got up and headed to Super Target. Darrell thought we would have a fun breakfast of hot dogs and popcorn. I have done it many times before, it is usually not Darrell's idea though. I was skeptical, just because I know how this Target operates and I knew in my heart that there would be no hotdogs or popcorn, even though the store opens at 8:00. We got there at about 8:45 and headed straight to the snack bar. There was no popcorn. There were no hot dogs. Darrell said now he just wanted a drink. They had cinnamon rolls that they said they "had just put out". I orderd 2 cinnamon rolls, 2 large drinks and a water (LJ had already eaten breakfast, BTW). She put the cinnamon rolls in the microwave, which I thought was odd since they had been "just put out." I paid and went to get our drinks while Darrell got the kids and cinnamon rolls situated. I of course went to get diet coke and it came out clear. So, I went to ask if they were out. They.were.out.of.diet.coke. Yes, I know they have diet pepsi as well, and Darrell isn't as picky when it comes to that, so he drank it. I.did.not. When Darrell tried to give LJ some cinnamon roll, she spit it out because it was ice cold. He took them back to be warmed some more. Still.cold. I sat there and said I think I am going to go ask for my money back and Darrell said do it. Right then, the food counter manager walked out and I just looked at her and said "can I get my money back?" She was super nice and said absolutely and I just began to tell her my frustrations, in a nice way of course. She gave me my money back, gave the kids each a chocolate chip cookie and fruit snacks and even went and got me a diet coke from the cooler. Her name is Brenda and she is really nice. She asked if I had other bad experiences there, so I told her about those as well. I told her that none of this would stop me from coming back, but it was all just very frustrating. I told her that I don't blame her, that I thought it was more of an upper management problem. Whomever her boss is needs to step up. They rarely have more than one person working back there and it is just too much for one person to handle. Anyway, that is my 2 cents. Keep trying Brenda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4915817559331434538?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4915817559331434538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4915817559331434538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4915817559331434538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4915817559331434538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3705494161571437425</id><published>2008-09-18T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:02:07.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING....TMI!</title><content type='html'>Darrell slept in a little this morning. I heard him in the kitchen packing his lunch and I heard him get JT's chocolate milk and turn on Franklin for him. He happened to still be here when my alarm went off, so he came in to kiss me good morning, which turned into some morning nookie. He quickly went and closed and locked our bedroom door......&lt;br /&gt;Once he opened the door again this is what I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Daddy, did you have fun in your bedroom with mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Darrell: Uhhhhhhh, no?&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Darrell: I guess we can't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that freakin' kid!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3705494161571437425?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3705494161571437425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3705494161571437425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3705494161571437425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3705494161571437425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/warningtmi.html' title='WARNING....TMI!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-90212907988560937</id><published>2008-09-16T19:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:20:28.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-R-A-S-H TV</title><content type='html'>I love some Bridezillas! Do any of you ever watch this? They find some straight up trash to be on that show. It is a like a train wreck and I cannot help but watch it. On one of the reruns, there was this girl from TX that was about to marry her baby daddy and for her wedding "present" he had told her that she could have a $13,000 down payment on a Porsche Cayenne or a boob job. She picked the boob job...not a wise choice for a fat girl whose gut was still bigger than her boobs after surgery. Also, she couldn't stop talking about her own boobs and how hot they were! WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did anyone catch CMT's Biggest Redneck Wedding? These folks got married in the middle of a mud bog. They played "toilet seat" horseshoes, sat on toilets at tables, and "bobbed" for chocolate bars in toilets full of lemonade. And they were looking all over the damn place for some cooter. It was out of season, but Tom Arnold came through for them. FYI, this wedding took place in Florida. The bride put deodorant on her face to keep it from being shiny. And was planning to write the company if that didn't work. Oh, and also thanks to Tom Arnold, Hooters catered the reception and the "girls" were there to serve it. That's klassy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-90212907988560937?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/90212907988560937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=90212907988560937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/90212907988560937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/90212907988560937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-r-s-h-tv.html' title='T-R-A-S-H TV'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8115906894190846430</id><published>2008-09-16T19:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:10:07.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me grandma</title><content type='html'>Ok, so when in the hell did I turn into a grandmother? Over the last few weeks I have developed an affinity for hard candy. I have a supply of starlight peppermints and Werther's originals. What the hell? I guess I just like to suck it hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8115906894190846430?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8115906894190846430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8115906894190846430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8115906894190846430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8115906894190846430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-call-me-grandma.html' title='Just call me grandma'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7515558910175995764</id><published>2008-09-12T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:23:06.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best.Snack.Ever. (for now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Quaker Honey Vanilla Rice Cake + &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Philadelphia Cheesecake Flavor Cream Cheese = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some good grub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7515558910175995764?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7515558910175995764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7515558910175995764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7515558910175995764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7515558910175995764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/bestsnackever-for-now.html' title='Best.Snack.Ever. (for now)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6202139009318098417</id><published>2008-09-11T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:27:50.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ's got talent!</title><content type='html'>It's pretty impressive when your 14 month old daughter rolls off the couch and lands on her face, all the while keeping the cracker in her hand intact! I can only hope she will be just as masterful (and a little less tearful) in a few (many) years when she does this holding a cocktail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6202139009318098417?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6202139009318098417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6202139009318098417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6202139009318098417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6202139009318098417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/ljs-got-talent.html' title='LJ&apos;s got talent!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8001739716890894545</id><published>2008-09-10T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:55:26.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW Wednesday</title><content type='html'>What a busy day! I went to the Y, ran some errands, met a friend and her kids for lunch, went to Target, picked JT up from school and then went to the park with friends. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt;, (if you know me, you should probably stop reading now) I had to be at &lt;em&gt;church&lt;/em&gt; by 4:00. Yes, I said church. We have been going (three unconsecutive times) to the presbyterian church. They have a program on Wednesdays during the school year called LOGOS for kindergartners through 8th grade. It is from 4-7 and they needed volunteers for the *gasp* nursery....and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; *gasp* volunteered! The nursery is actually for the kids of the volunteers. So, JT and LJ were with me. Thankfully, Darrell came by to pick up LJ on his way home and it is a good thing because she would not have lasted. At 6:15 we all had dinner. JT and LJ had a lot of fun. And I have come to the conclusion that is not the kids that irritate me, it is the other ADULTS. All in all it was a really good experience and I met some nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really don't do anything half-assed there. JT went to bible school there this summer and the theme was Rainforest Adventure and the place was decked out and the hall looked like the rainforest with inflatable monkeys and all. I didn't realize that LOGOS had a theme, and I don't know if it is the same theme for the year or if it changes from week to week. But tonight's theme was the LOGOS Laboratory and the kids and adults were all mad scientists. They had all these great props...and it was sort of a "Back to the Future" theme too. They had dry ice, strobe lights, and bubble machines. The pastor (a female) even had little pigtails all over her head wrapped in aluminum foil. They really pay close attention to details. Very interesting to me and for the kids as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't intend to ramble so much in this post, but I have had a busy and fun day and now I am ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8001739716890894545?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8001739716890894545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8001739716890894545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8001739716890894545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8001739716890894545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-wednesday.html' title='WOW Wednesday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8150550884163182035</id><published>2008-09-09T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:15:48.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Tuesday already?</title><content type='html'>We went to SC for the weekend for the Clemson football game. I am pretty sure there really was a game and Clemson won, but I never did see it. I was too busy socializing and drinking beer and firefly! I had so much fun and I love it when I get to hang out with Mary and Jason and the football crowd! My parents stayed at home with the kids, so it was a nice break for us. Unfortunately Darrell had started feeling badly on Friday and only continued to get worse throughout the weekend. He sacked up on Sat. though and had a good time tailgating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left pretty early on Sunday and we were making great time until we got about 40 miles past Chattanooga. We had a flat tire, but I called our insurance and got a number for roadside service and I don't think from the time it happened until we were back on the road again was 30 minutes. Maybe not even 20. Monteagle Tire and Truck repair is really great! They were super fast and extremely nice. Only charged us $50 and we will get reimbursed by our insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell was home sick from work yesterday. He went to the clinic at Walgreen's. His major problem is a sore throat. He has not been able to talk for three days. He doesn't have strep and he doesn't have a cold. It is just a viral infection, but he is miserable, and I can understand why. I HATE having sore throat more than ANYTHING! If I catch this crud I am going to be very upset! He went to work today, but should be home soon because he didn't sleep again last night. I hate a sick man, but he is really handling it very well, and so am I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is about it. I have one picture from the "game", but I can't get it to load right now. I will post it later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8150550884163182035?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8150550884163182035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8150550884163182035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8150550884163182035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8150550884163182035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-tuesday-already.html' title='Is it Tuesday already?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8458620941458313667</id><published>2008-09-05T11:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:15:43.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starsky and Hutch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I really don't know which is which, but I would say one is definitely good cop and the other is bad cop.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242571053089150178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SMFamLEf1OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pGxjAFUSW_o/s320/Picture+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good cop up here LOVES herself a powdered sugar donut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242571061528302290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SMFamqgjEtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kBSD_1fOmNA/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bad cop likes to lock 'em up and use as many guns as he can get into his spiderman underoos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8458620941458313667?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8458620941458313667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8458620941458313667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8458620941458313667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8458620941458313667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/starsky-and-hutch.html' title='Starsky and Hutch'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SMFamLEf1OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pGxjAFUSW_o/s72-c/Picture+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3651331237600353759</id><published>2008-09-04T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:45:40.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You could use a mint yourself, slick!</title><content type='html'>I had to bring JT in bed with me this morning at 5:15 because his light bulb in his lamp burnt out and he turned his overhead light on, but still decided he needed to cry about it. Anyway, a while later I was laying there and he said "I love you." I said "I love you too. Let's have a good day at school today please." To which he replied "Stop blowing that stinky air on me. That is &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;!" Good freakin' morning to you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3651331237600353759?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3651331237600353759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3651331237600353759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3651331237600353759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3651331237600353759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-could-use-mint-yourself-slick.html' title='You could use a mint yourself, slick!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-5441357387544185587</id><published>2008-09-04T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:41:17.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't see it</title><content type='html'>Ok...I am not AT ALL political. I was raised in a conservative republican household and I hold most of those values...but with an open mind. I really don't have much of an opinion at all regarding the presidential election. Obama doesn't really do it for me and neither does McCain. I am particularly tired of the hoopla surrounding Sarah Palin. I do like her candidness. I certainly can appreciate that. But I think if I hear one more time about how pretty she is I am going to vomit. Don't get me wrong, I by no means think she is ugly! On the other hand, the word H-O-T is N-O-T one that I would use to describe her. Maybe I need to go look at the American flag bikini pics with a gun....hmmmmm?! I'm just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-5441357387544185587?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5441357387544185587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=5441357387544185587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5441357387544185587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/5441357387544185587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-see-it.html' title='I don&apos;t see it'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-231888129805858647</id><published>2008-09-02T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:53:14.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Embarrassed for Free Chicken</title><content type='html'>Well, Clemson got destroyed by Alabama on Saturday. In fact, it was so bad that we were all too embarrassed to wear our "team" shirts to Chik-fil-A yesterday for free chicken strips. If I owned another team shirt, I would have worn it, but I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-231888129805858647?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/231888129805858647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=231888129805858647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/231888129805858647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/231888129805858647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-embarrassed-for-free-chicken.html' title='Too Embarrassed for Free Chicken'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6981182415595260570</id><published>2008-08-27T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:09:55.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the difference</title><content type='html'>....between men and women that is. You can be certain that a group of women on a business trip in Mexico would be stopping by la farmacia. My husband is on a business trip in Mexico right now but of course those men didn't go to la farmacia. *Sigh* that was my only souvenir request. I asked if he went and he said "no, but I saw about 12 of them!" Sack up and bring your wife some meds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6981182415595260570?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6981182415595260570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6981182415595260570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6981182415595260570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6981182415595260570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-difference.html' title='That&apos;s the difference'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3969452317418024361</id><published>2008-08-26T20:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:10:05.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phlegm Pizza Anyone?</title><content type='html'>That's what happens when you take a 4 year old to a pizza buffet. He proceeds to cough up a lung right there in the line. Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3969452317418024361?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3969452317418024361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3969452317418024361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3969452317418024361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3969452317418024361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/phlegm-pizza-anyone.html' title='Phlegm Pizza Anyone?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4757861002501388720</id><published>2008-08-26T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:08:14.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick as a man</title><content type='html'>That is my new saying.  As I was definitely "sick as a man" this weekend! In case anyone does not know, that means really, really pitiful and very, very needy. I had a cold that turned into a sinus infection and I was miserable. Thankfully I am feeling better and more like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;I have to give Darrell lots of praise though. He took great care of me and the kids and was only a little pitiful and not really feeling well himself...duh, that's because I was sick! I asked him to go get some soup for me at Demos' (they have the best chicken and rice soup) and he said he would, but he could only take JT because he would have to carry LJ. I told him tough shit, what the hell does think I do? Just the day before I had to take a box back to the cable company, with it in one hand and LJ in the other. Needless to say, he took them both. I was glad he did because I got to lay on the couch and watch a little uninterrupted TV. I caught part of the movie Georgia Rule on HBO. I know this got crappy reviews, but I really liked what little I saw, so I recorded it at another time and finished watching it today. It was a good movie, LaLohan and all. But really, all I could think was that she was like that in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4757861002501388720?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4757861002501388720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4757861002501388720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4757861002501388720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4757861002501388720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick-as-man.html' title='Sick as a man'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-449118831065591857</id><published>2008-08-21T11:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:18:13.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iLove Me Some Me</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite saying, thanks to Terrell Owens. I like football, college football that is, but I am addicted to a reality show on HBO &lt;em&gt;Hard Knocks Dallas Cowboys Training Camp&lt;/em&gt;. T.O. (as he is affectionately called) has his own line of &lt;a href="http://www.terrellowens.com/catalog/index.php?cPath=33"&gt;t-shirts&lt;/a&gt; and this one is my favorite by far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237004598128606290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SK2T72aK_FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4Ggt3qVLRYk/s320/ILOVE_V%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Those who know me know (I hope) that I am not vain, but if you don't love yourself, nobody else will. Look for me to be wearing this one in the near future! Darrell and I like to snuggle up and watch this show together. I am also getting into the UFC stuff too...what is up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out the show on HBO....we watched the one last season too about the KC Chiefs. I think Herm Edwards is cute. Gotta love some "documentary" TV! hehehe  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-449118831065591857?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/449118831065591857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=449118831065591857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/449118831065591857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/449118831065591857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/ilove-me-some-me.html' title='iLove Me Some Me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocw4qE_c1TI/SK2T72aK_FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4Ggt3qVLRYk/s72-c/ILOVE_V%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-6947628106328071273</id><published>2008-08-17T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:27:46.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Postal on Sugarbabies</title><content type='html'>That is almost what happened earlier today when I dropped off at the local consignment sale.  I had newbies checking me in that were very (ahem) thorough...and they didn't even know that they could accept short-sleeves or capris.  They rejected one item of LJ's and I asked what was wrong with it.  Turns out it had a very tiny "spot" on the back...ummm, yeah, it was an itty bitty piece of lint.  I picked it off and handed it back, and she reinspected the entire thing.  Things like that shouldn't make my blood boil, but it is the little things that set me off.  Yea me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-6947628106328071273?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6947628106328071273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=6947628106328071273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6947628106328071273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/6947628106328071273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/goin-postal-on-sugarbabies.html' title='Goin&apos; Postal on Sugarbabies'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4705057581369210603</id><published>2008-08-17T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:23:54.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you fix stupid?</title><content type='html'>I certainly hope so, because this morning I woke up to JT screaming for help.  It was a little after 7am and he was still gated in his hallway.  When I got there, I didn't see him in his room or in the bathroom, but he was still crying for help.  I said "where are you?"  And then he started knocking on the &lt;em&gt;inside &lt;/em&gt;of the linen closet door.  Our linen closet is the size of a broom closet and it is NOT a walk-in closet.  There are shelves in it from floor to ceiling.  He had gone in there and somehow closed the door &lt;em&gt;in front of him.&lt;/em&gt; The thing is, all he had to do was turn the freakin' knob. Mama &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; said there would be days like &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously....I do not understand.  Can't even try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4705057581369210603?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4705057581369210603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4705057581369210603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4705057581369210603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4705057581369210603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-fix-stupid.html' title='Can you fix stupid?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-830454574985607338</id><published>2008-08-12T10:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:31:35.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AT&amp;T sucks AS&amp;S</title><content type='html'>I cancelled my att telephone service in July and got Comcast digital. I received a final bill from att shortly thereafter and happily paid it. Yesterday, I received a "revised final bill" for long distance service. There explanation is that they bill for local service at the front end of the month, which was what my last final bill was for, and bill for long distance service at the end of the month, hence this "revised final bill." I got transeferred 5 times before this was ever explained to me and now I am waiting on a supervisor to call me back. That sounds like poor planning on their part and not my problem. When I asked to speak to a supervisor, the lady that had explained this to me asked me if I didn't understand what she had just told me. I said yes and she said what should I tell me supervisor you want to talk about!?!?!?! Crediting my account, cuntbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: The supervisor never did call me back. I told Darrell what was going and since he thought I was going to go to Atlanta and kill someone, he took care of this issue for me yesterday.  According to Maurice Sanders, our account is credited and closed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-830454574985607338?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/830454574985607338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=830454574985607338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/830454574985607338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/830454574985607338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-sucks-as.html' title='AT&amp;T sucks AS&amp;S'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8396820257733982318</id><published>2008-08-11T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:55:34.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Shelter</title><content type='html'>This is my latest and greatest idea.  As I have gotten older, it seems as though my PMS symptoms have gotten much worse.  Therefore, I am proposing a shelter for spouses and children so they will have a place to flee to when I need them to get the fuck away from me. And in case you are wondering, that would be right the fuck now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8396820257733982318?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8396820257733982318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8396820257733982318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8396820257733982318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8396820257733982318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/pms-shelter.html' title='PMS Shelter'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3099029584094750394</id><published>2008-08-05T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:36:15.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Ramsey does not have a tattoo</title><content type='html'>I know this because of the sound advice I heard on a radio commerical for a tattoo parlor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't pay your rent, get a tattoo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3099029584094750394?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3099029584094750394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3099029584094750394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3099029584094750394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3099029584094750394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/08/dave-ramsey-does-not-have-tattoo.html' title='Dave Ramsey does not have a tattoo'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-603163938061341251</id><published>2008-07-29T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:01:39.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen Keller Lives Here</title><content type='html'>I swear a deaf and blind child would be easier to manage than JT.  That kid is so hard headed it is not even funny.  We were swimming at the Y today and they made everyone get out of the pool because a girl got a bloody nose.  JT gets out of the pool and then proceeds to walk back in as I am yelling at him "Get OUT of the pool!"  He continues to look at me and keeps walking deeper and deeper.  Two lifeguards had to yell at him before he got out.  I.wanted.to.kill.him.  Then he wants to know why she has a bloody nose and wants to go look at it and wants to know why her hands are bloody and so on and so forth.  God, you were there with me, because if you hadn't been, JT may not be with me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-603163938061341251?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/603163938061341251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=603163938061341251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/603163938061341251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/603163938061341251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/helen-keller-lives-here.html' title='Helen Keller Lives Here'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-4842590015529832214</id><published>2008-07-17T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:35:36.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me the Money!</title><content type='html'>Well, JT didn't have to have an endoscopy afterall.  They did an x-ray when we got there and thankfully and amazingly the quarter had passed on its own sometime between Monday and today.  So, unfortunately I have no quarter to show....and for that I must say I am disappointed.  But I am so relieved this is all over and JT didn't have to go through all that!  This week has been CRAZY!!!!  I am glad this saga is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-4842590015529832214?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4842590015529832214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=4842590015529832214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4842590015529832214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/4842590015529832214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-me-money.html' title='Show Me the Money!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-7179135468869201600</id><published>2008-07-17T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:13:32.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Press "C1" For Salicylic Acid</title><content type='html'>There is a freakin' Proactiv Solution VENDING machine at Stones River Mall.  Um, seriously...WTF?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-7179135468869201600?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7179135468869201600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=7179135468869201600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7179135468869201600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/7179135468869201600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/press-c1-for-salicylic-acid.html' title='Press &quot;C1&quot; For Salicylic Acid'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1570341094946147480</id><published>2008-07-15T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:42:09.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Killing Me, George!</title><content type='html'>Well, LJ had her 1 year check-up yesterday and all is well.  She is super strong, duh, and she is really healthy.  She weighs 23.2 pounds and is 28.5 inches.  When the doctor asked if I had any questions, I said only about JT.  I asked if we needed to do anything regarding the quarter.  She wanted to get an x-ray to see what is going on.  So, we headed over to Vandy and got the x-ray.  Lo and behold, that sucker is still in there.  His dr. called me in the waiting room and said that it appears to still be in his stomach.  So, she wanted to talk to a GI about it and have it removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like it is coming out (endoscopically...I think) tomorrow.  I am waiting for the hospital to call me with the details.  As far as I know, it will be an outpatient procedure.  I certainly cannot wait to get my hands on this coin!!!!  I will post more when I know more!  And the saga continues.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1570341094946147480?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1570341094946147480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1570341094946147480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1570341094946147480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1570341094946147480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-killing-me-george.html' title='You are Killing Me, George!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-3026598975432987654</id><published>2008-07-15T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:36:15.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, What?</title><content type='html'>I saw a lady with a weiner dog last week and she said she was going to take him for a hike.  Excuse me?  WTF?  Weiner dogs don't HIKE!!!  She was SERIOUS about it too...she had on freakin' hiking boots!  That was one of the funniest things I have ever heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-3026598975432987654?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3026598975432987654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=3026598975432987654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3026598975432987654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/3026598975432987654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-what.html' title='Um, What?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-8235042981087164661</id><published>2008-07-15T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:34:27.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Lily June!</title><content type='html'>It is so hard to believe that this year has already come and gone.  It feels like I just came home from the hospital.  It has been a fun year and LJ has changed so much.  She is such a happy baby, very laid back and relaxed!  She loves her big brother so much, I just hope I can remind her of that down the road.  She loves to stand up and push things all around the house.  She isn't walking yet, but she really wants to.  She stood by herself last night for at least 30 seconds.  LJ loves music just like her brother and she likes to dance.  She likes to "give 5" and kisses and loves to hit things when she is excited (sorry Jack!).  Her favorite food is yogurt and she loves a cereal bar too.  She also loves macaroni and cheese and beans and rice.  I just wish she would drink milk!  Her party was alot of fun on Saturday.  She had a blast watching the other kids play and loved getting messy.  The cake and cupcakes were so cute and very yummy (thanks Kim!)...and we have plenty of ice cream left if anybody wants any!  Thanks for all of the birthday wishes and helping us celebrate our baby girl turning 1!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-8235042981087164661?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8235042981087164661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=8235042981087164661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8235042981087164661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/8235042981087164661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-birthday-lily-june.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Lily June!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-1007950733695167968</id><published>2008-07-09T20:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:27:21.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://simpsonmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim &lt;/a&gt;tagged me!Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely cannot go to bed with complete silence. I used to have to have the TV on, but now that bothers me, so I have to have 2 fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will not go to bed without brushing my teeth or washing my face under ANY circumstances, intoxicated or not. If semi-passed out, when I come to, it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I don't need to take a shower, but I think that my feet are dirty, I have to turn the shower on and stick my feet in there. I cannot go to bed with dirty feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've decided that I don't like stuff. I can't seem to manage it or organize it. I don't lose things, but I am just tired of messes so at this point I'd be perfectly happy just getting rid of nearly everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I go to McDonald's practically everyday and get at least one large diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I really want a puppy, but I think that would bring me back to #4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-1007950733695167968?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1007950733695167968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=1007950733695167968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1007950733695167968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/1007950733695167968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263990959474622893.post-2301681364384946734</id><published>2008-07-09T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:06:36.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JT Math</title><content type='html'>Crazy Smart + Retard Strong = JT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of bread with Miracle Whip (blech) + 2 vanilla wafers = 4 year old dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of bread + 1 side with cream cheese + 1 side with soy butter = 4 year old lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above equations = Awesome Mother of the Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263990959474622893-2301681364384946734?l=rocknrulemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2301681364384946734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263990959474622893&amp;postID=2301681364384946734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2301681364384946734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263990959474622893/posts/default/2301681364384946734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocknrulemama.blogspot.com/2008/07/jt-math.html' title='JT Math'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17104027246525088651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
